I don't know what to put in this title...
...Because I would be typing "Updates" again. And you know, that can be really boring if you see the same title entry after entry.
Last Monday, there was a transport strike, when public transport jeepneys take the liberty not to show up on the streets. This would also be the time when you would see pedestrians waiting to be passengers stranded somewhere along their way. This has happened several times before but never has it affected me as much as it did last week. My life practically went on and made sense because I rode the jeeps to UP, around UP and home from UP. I study in UP, and that, in itself, should be enough to explain that I depend largley on transport jeeps.
When I heard the rumors that there was going to be a strike sometime later in the day, I thought, "Oh, I think the Ikot and Toki jeeps wouldn't go with the strike." I actually believed that the jeeps hold some sort of loyalty to the UP community. But no! I found out later in the day that these jeeps were the first to disappear!
And do you know what else I suffered all throughout that day? I felt the need to consult my parents on what to do.There may not be jeeps to ride home. I decided later, after some consultation, to go to my mother's office. I spent more on that than on all of the usual rides I take home.
How can life be so cruel? I mean, life is good. It has its continuity. But the jeeps! Just take them away from the system, and I AM STUMPED.
I think that would be enough to tell you how dependent I am on these jeepneys.
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Last Saturday was yummmmmm... Why? I now know that I can join a mob of squeezed people and survive a bit better than the others. I felt triumphant when I got my hands on two Upper Box B SRO tickets for the cheerdance competition in Araneta Coliseum that day. Even more triumphant and relief when I finally extracted myself from the mob.
But the sweat! You know, I sweat too. But I don't smell bad when I do! And I found myself smelling slightly yuck... because the wetness on my shirt was not my sweat! God... Mela? Where are you? Do you have some perfume with you?
At least the experience up there, watching the cheerdances, was nice. I only have rare chances to let go of my voice. During those 4 hours, I let myself scream (at the right moments of course). And UP won something... that was nice too.
But now I don't think it's still nice because UP is only in 2nd place... Other people really feel bad because it's only the second place when it slould have been the first. *Sigh*
That's all so far.
Last Monday, there was a transport strike, when public transport jeepneys take the liberty not to show up on the streets. This would also be the time when you would see pedestrians waiting to be passengers stranded somewhere along their way. This has happened several times before but never has it affected me as much as it did last week. My life practically went on and made sense because I rode the jeeps to UP, around UP and home from UP. I study in UP, and that, in itself, should be enough to explain that I depend largley on transport jeeps.
When I heard the rumors that there was going to be a strike sometime later in the day, I thought, "Oh, I think the Ikot and Toki jeeps wouldn't go with the strike." I actually believed that the jeeps hold some sort of loyalty to the UP community. But no! I found out later in the day that these jeeps were the first to disappear!
And do you know what else I suffered all throughout that day? I felt the need to consult my parents on what to do.There may not be jeeps to ride home. I decided later, after some consultation, to go to my mother's office. I spent more on that than on all of the usual rides I take home.
How can life be so cruel? I mean, life is good. It has its continuity. But the jeeps! Just take them away from the system, and I AM STUMPED.
I think that would be enough to tell you how dependent I am on these jeepneys.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Last Saturday was yummmmmm... Why? I now know that I can join a mob of squeezed people and survive a bit better than the others. I felt triumphant when I got my hands on two Upper Box B SRO tickets for the cheerdance competition in Araneta Coliseum that day. Even more triumphant and relief when I finally extracted myself from the mob.
But the sweat! You know, I sweat too. But I don't smell bad when I do! And I found myself smelling slightly yuck... because the wetness on my shirt was not my sweat! God... Mela? Where are you? Do you have some perfume with you?
At least the experience up there, watching the cheerdances, was nice. I only have rare chances to let go of my voice. During those 4 hours, I let myself scream (at the right moments of course). And UP won something... that was nice too.
But now I don't think it's still nice because UP is only in 2nd place... Other people really feel bad because it's only the second place when it slould have been the first. *Sigh*
That's all so far.
posted by Kate at Monday, September 19, 2005
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