ria on commuting
1. Dang, my back hurts still and all the more every time I enter a jeepney ‘coz of too much stooping…e most often than not, people wouldn’t budge to make space or if they do, they’d move until the only free space is the inner most spot — the one at the back of the driver or the front passenger seat.
2. Can we have a real sidewalk in this side of Manila? One that is well-paved, clean, and free of clutter? Imagine, I’ve got the heels of two shoes destroyed due to the uneven sidewalks I trudge on day in and day out the past weeks. Arg.
3. I see so many thingamajigs being sold at the streets from my place of work to the nearby mall: cellphone cases, scrunchies, eyeglass frames, books/newspapers/magazines, food, slippers/sandals, candies, and these weird standing Batman action figures (they are like small soldiers lined up at the side of the road)! I noticed, one of the vendors is one real old lady. Sobrang kawawa. I mean for her age, she shouldn’t be at the sidewalk, inhaling smog, and working the whole day! Everyday, I want to buy all her wares so she can just go home and rest; but what will I do with small bright blue sandals naman kasi?
4. There is also this man-beggar who plays a harmonica for some coins near our building. I remember when I was younger, there was a similar man in front of the Daily Express Building (papa’s office then) whom my brother and I make a point to buy extra polvoron/snacks for. Today, I’m ready for Mr. Harmonica Man. I grabbed some instant noodles in the car and made baon to give him later. Sigh, what other food can I give him every so often? Nakaka-awa kasi talaga eh.
***I swear, it just breaks my heart when I see old people in the streets — too old to make a living or to be elsewhere (enter “Another Day for You and Me in Paradise” by Phil Collins MTV). But I am also discriminating — kasi minsan, may elders na obviously being used by some gangs to beg eh. Well, for the times I cannot distinguish, I let myself think na ok lang kasi food and not money naman binigay ko eh. As for kids, I’m actually less compassionate (whoa! AHRC-AKAP might disown me) ‘coz they can be sooooo kulit, abusado, and bastos pa. Also, giving to them is like rewarding their stupid and uncaring parents pa kasi eh. Oh well, just the same, when I do feel generous, expect not money from me, kiddos!
5. There is just so many people in this side of the City (yeah, I know mas marami pa elsewhere; but everyday ang dami kong nakakasabay maglakad/commute dito eh). Nakakatakot actually to breathe kasi: 1) stale air na; 2) baka may air borne diseases hovering na; 3) ma-smog masyado. I swear, para nga akong na-psychologically conditioned na. Every time I hear a person coughing nearby, I automatically stop breathing for like 10 seconds or until I am a few steps away from the cough-er’s perimeter! Gosh, parang every week kasi I get sipon na eh despite my massive Ascorbic Acid and water intake. Kung hindi lang kasi mahal ang Lysol spray, I’d spray the whole office building and the areas I pass by everyday! Haha.
***Aside (speaking of spray kasi): the door to the office squeaks like crazy! I’m sobrang itching to bring my can of DW-40 and spray away. Kaso, I try to contain my O.C.-ness kasi baka the people there intentionally want the door squeak as an ‘alarm’ that someone is entering/leaving.***
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