Standing on a line at a bus station waiting to be seated in a bus headed to Rocka Village. My ears stuff w/ phones from my player with a Slowdive record pounding on my ears, Damn! im sweating like a pig. It is the 5th day of the celebrated holy week, and people are still flooding the damn station and impatiently waiting to get aboard a bus to spend the lenten season in their provinces. As for me, im anxiously waiting for my turn to be seated and start relaxing, for ill be headed for another recording session with the melodic idiots this coming unholy nights.

The bus started rolling to Bulacan. I already finished the Slowdive record, so i stuff the player with Cocteau Twins and stretch my tires limbs and enjoy the ride. ive escaped the dishwashing shores and leave it to my younger bro. Well, I needed a break anyway. Ive seen different views of the native country side and other views a plain Manileno would not normally see in the polluted city of Q.C. Disturbed by the idiot be- side me, Who's starting to droll and his moving left and right due to the bus' motion. The ride was pleasant till i reach the village. i started to unbound when i heard the bus steward said "Rocka". Ah!, i feel nice as i walk towards our residential recording studio, as i was nearing the place, i was Trooper bathing outside the house. "Hey no water?" i ask, Yeah as usual, he replied. As i enter the dungeon, Raffy was fiddling w/ his strat, Dave and Richie having their breakfast in the afternoon, jonald toying with his radio controlled cars. "Latt listen to this" Dave said, as he started to play a tape. "Sounds like Portishead eh?". He asked."Its more like tricky". Raffy grunts and continued to pluck his strat."Any lyrics yet?". I asked. None yet, Richies said. I started to join the 2 idiots on the table, My, im starving, with 25 bucks and a quarter in my measlt wallet, How can you have a decent meal outside. Two of the idiots went outside to try the newly char- ged RC's. the other went inside the recording room. Richie and i still gna- wing some meat. All of a sudden Richie got up and said, "Im thru, you wash the dishes". Im left quite suprised."Fuck it",i thought. Ive evaded this fuckin chores at home. What a timely fucking situation is this?. Oh well, Ill get his numbers soon. I continued ti rip the meat and fats and slurp the soup. ill wash the dishes, Fuck it. Ill wash the fuckin dishes.