Commuting Blues

Fifty pesos for the bus ride. Seriously, has it been that long? Also, I seem to have forgotten all the commuting strategies I learned back in college. Above the the rear wheel well– not the best place for your butt. Morning, passenger side. Afternoon, driver side. Always, window-side. And smile at all the pretty nursing students with their immaculate white uniforms.

MRT stations remind me of ant colonies, only everyone's hopped up on crack. It makes you feel alive, all the pushing and shoving. You keep a death grip on your wallet, while your other hand desperately searches for any available handrail to grab on to as the train accelerates. Avoiding those automatic buzzing doors is fun, too.

I walked from Herrera St. to EDSA, keeping The Verve's "Bittersweet Symphony" on repeat the entire time. The late afternoon's wind combined with the city's hustle and bustle made me feel like Richard Ashcroft in the music video. It was awesome.