Riding the Bus

Diary entry June 24, 2016

After months of waiting, this week, I was finally presented the opportunity to use the local bus by myself.  I’m pretty sure not a lot of people would share my enthusiasm, but I have used public transportation for as long as I can remember.  So this is a landmark for me.


I walked to my stop 10 minutes early.  The bus arrived 10 minutes late; too many kids out from school made him drive slower and more cautiously than usual.  I dropped my exact fare at the machine; the driver gave me my receipt.  It was a pleasant afternoon.  If there’s no one waiting at the stop, the bus speeds along.  There were only a few passengers; the driver greeted each one as they boarded.

I know if I had just asked, I could have been driven to my destination and I would have traveled for 12 minutes instead of 30.  But this is what I want for the my country:  scheduled bus stops at designated locations, affordable fare, disciplined riders, clean and orderly busses with space for the handicapped.  I truly believe that efficient mass transit will lessen so much of our country’s burden.

In the meantime, I have to bear the thought that my mother still has to leave at 5i n the morning to catch a bus or a shuttle that will traverse the streets for almost (and sometimes over) two hours before getting her to a drop off point some five blocks from her office.  My mother is in her early 60s.

Oh, the injustice that someone half her age enjoys the convenience and the leisure that she should be enjoying now.


MUSIC MONDAY: Lupang Hinirang by Joey Ayala

I love our National Anthem, and that’s not because I work for the government.  I sincerely love it. The lyrics are so romantic and so well imagined.  When you read it, it sounds so hopeful and optimistic, the very same spirit that stirred revolutionaries.

So it doesn’t make sense to me why it’s sang as a march.

Joey Ayala was right; we, as a people, are very melodramatic.  We have had our fair share of struggles — from colonization to natural disasters — and we have emerged, although quite scarred and traumatized, alive and victorious.  All these struggles is not something you march to.

I didn’t even know that TED Talks are hosted here till I started with graduate school in 2012.  This is a happy revelation.  If it weren’t for these forums, I don’t know where else this new ballad would be debuted.

20150615 Lupang Hinirang

Hope you enjoy it as much as I do!

Now I can only pray that the authorities won’t put him to jail for this.

Keeping dry

Well, that was a rough welcome.

It has only been a week since I got back and already I survived a storm.

Tropical storm Mario (Fung-Wong) made landfall on Friday, September 19.  We were already at work when they cancelled work.  Hahaha.  Because of that, we ended up stuck in the office, waiting for the rain to calm down.

According to authorities, Mario dumped at least half a month’s worth of rainfall during the day.  It is expected to exit the Philippine area of responsibility by Monday morning.

Oh H2O

It’s been years since I last waded in ankle deep flood.  Then again, I don’t want to ever get used to this again.  No way dude.

The rain has stopped and water has subsided.  We did get to work into bringing down the furniture again because my mother insisted on putting them on higher ground.

We soooo need to move.

Stay dry, everyone!