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Thursday, March 04, 2004

THINGS I HATE ABOUT COMMUTING IN MANILA

1. POLLUTION- I think an hour of my life is taken away for each day i spend commuting. I don't know how many times I've wondered how 80% of manila's Public transport vehicles got past LTO's emission test. (Duh! I'm sure nag-"lagay" na naman sila...)

2. THE WAY I SMELL WHEN I GET TO MY DESTINATION- The effect of reason #1.

3. SOME PEOPLE DON'T HAVE MANNERS- A few days ago, i was seated near the entrance of a spacious jeepney (Hallelujah!). I was spaced out and I didn't notice that the driver had stopped for a passenger. All of a sudden, I feel this weight on my right thigh. The new passenger squeezed his big ass (ok, fine, mine is a lot bigger) on the teeny weeny space beside me (super luwag ng jeep, ha!). So i yanked my body to the left (my poor ala-crispy pata thigh), looked at the moron and said..."Marunong ka ba mag-excuse me?" ("Do you even know how to say excuse me?"). Being the man that he is, he just looked at me for 1 second and looked the other way. Grr!!!

Other things I noticed is how people don't know how to say "Thank You" when you help them pass their fare to the driver, and then there are also people who refuse to take your money and pass it to the driver even when your hand is inches away from their face and you've said "Pakisuyo na lang po" a million times.

And then, there's this.

4. HOOTING, WHISTLING MEN- If i had a penny for the many times I've been hooted at and whistled at, damn, I'd be a millionaire by now and instead of being mad at these perverts, I'd be grateful to them for helping me afford a car. Unfortunately, such is not the case. I don't even find that I dress provocatively. The most provocative item of clothing that I have worn while commuting is a tank top. Thing is, even when I dress down, the hooting doesn't stop. The things i usually hear when i pass by a guy or a group of men (MMDAs, jeepney drivers, dispatchers, carpenters and the like) are:

"Miss, i love you!"

*whistle*

"Seexxxyyy!"

"Uyyy....si Andrea o!" (sabay kanta ng..."bubuka ang bulaklak, papasok ang reyna...") <--ultimate piss off!

And have i mentioned that there's this creepy fella in a street near my office who calls me "idol!" whenever i pass by. I need to take this route everytime i go home because its where i wait for a jeep. No choice.

When these things happen, i tell myself that that's the closest they're ever going to get to me.

And to the critics out there who probably think I'm making this entry to flatter myself, think again. This is sooo not what i would consider flattery.

5. PEOPLE WHO STARE- i believe its acceptable to glance (3 seconds, tops!) but its rude to stare. I've actually observed that its the women who do it more often. And i hate hate hate it! So when people stare at me, I stare back (with one eyebrow raised.) and i wait for them to look away. Give them a dose of their own medicine, diba?

Hmmm....i guess that's about it! Happy commuting to me!!!

Bunny @ Thursday, March 04, 2004

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Loves the beach, wishes she had more time and money to travel, recently got hooked to climbing mountains, reads anything she can get her hands on, frustrated writer, adores her 3-year-old Lhasa Apso, Tashi, constantly needs caffeine, ~~wonders when she'll quit smoking~~, and will most likely die due to liver complications from drinking too much ~~(if the cigarettes doesn't get to her lungs first)~~. Can't live without accessories especially big, dangling earrings, shoe freak (aren't we all?), sucker for discovering hole-in-the-wall restaurants, will ingest anything spicy, enjoys giving and receiving massages, addicted to Friends, Sex and the City and CSI, goes gaga over kids, dreams of being alone with Jim Morrison and smoking a joint with Bob Marley. Would love to party with Gwen Stefani, shop with Patricia Field, write poetry with Maya Angelou and have Sting, Nelson Mandela, Mark Twain and Bono over for dinner.

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