Commuting
I Nuts You
“Mani—masarap na libangan!”
Most probably the vendor was only trying to help the weary nation more by contributing unsolicited punchlines. At least there was a momentary offset for the millionth annoying EDSA traffic jam that afternoon:
“Mainit init pa: Mani— masarap na libangan!”
I thought about marbles and jackstones. Was the vendor already senile, regressing to his childhood [...]
Things we don’t need: Talky jeepney sandwiches
I’ve been commuting for over a decade now and I can almost say I had experienced all there is to be gotten from riding public utility vehicles. Experienced, not necessarily accepted.
I understand that as high-thinking and ridiculously emotional creatures most of us can not ever resist the urge to bug an ear. There is the [...]
Of space travel and metallic movement
I know I know I KNOW. I haven’t mastered yet this new timetable I’m shouldering; thought I’d have after a month but apparently doing roundtrips to Neptune on an almost daily basis isn’t as easy to absorb as dust along EDSA.
Speaking of which, question: Do belts vibrate by themselves? I mean, more locally, do buckles… [...]
