Sunday Traffic

What can I say about Sundays? Oh well, in general, Sundays are somewhat an easy day for traffic but there are some Sundays that are exceptions. As a saying goes, every rule has an exception.

Just like this morning, at around 8:00AM, a trip north-bound along EDSA from Kamuning-GMA MRT station to Monumento LRT station just took about 20 minutes. How is that for travel time? How I wish everyday was like that. It sure could save a lot of time, energy, resource, and even could lessen pollution.

Sunday morning traffic.. what an ideal scenario.

hello manners, this is nicole

on my way home to pasay last night, i got the chance to sit beside this lovely lady(? haha) who was joining the bb.pilipinas 2010. she was tall, slender, fair skinned, with nice curly hair and full of crap.

I had to listen to her drone on and on to some poor soul on the other end of her phone call about how she had no time to go do stuff because they had activities for the binibining (tone goes up) pi-li-pi-nas (and down) until march.

That she would get her money back from ABSCBN (from what I could gather, she was in their acting workshop) because she was booked solid until march for the the binibining (tone goes up) pi-li-pi-nas (and down).

Oh and the shocker. she called another person asking if it was bad daw that she was riding the mrt (say it with me emrtee) 'cause all of the go home in taxis'

- yes this is a rant post.
because she was so loud on the emrtee
because she was pa conio pero ndi naman (hello CAB not TAXI, if you're really conio)
and because she was way taller than me.

oh and she had dirty manicured nails. like she just put on polish without cleaning it. eww gross yuck.

she's candidate #5 if you're interested hahaha :D

Seasonal Traffic Rush

Oh well, what can I say? It's the seasonal traffic rush on the road today. Just can't imagine how heavy the traffic is this few days. My usual going home duration is about 30 to 45 minutes and the past few days almost doubled.

Can't say enough.

berso sa metro invades the mrt By milan via MrGreenBug

The LRT from my memory is a stinky, badly lit, poorly ventilated, unkempt means of transportation.
but it has one saving grace!


The berso sa metro advertisement posted inside the trains, kept me entertained all throughout college,
going to and fro school, and a few more more months when I was assigned to work at OOCL,
i'd spend the whole train ride from pedro gil to edsa taft just trying to decipher those verses and
falling in love with the spanish language..


and now its in the mrt as well :) I'd like to give kudos to Instituto de Cervantes for thinking of such innovative
promotional campaign, not only does it pass time while travelling, im learning as well.


cant wait to see more of those verses.

ExSqueeze Me.

Came in early to work today, congratulate me, well earlier than my usual so congratulations are still in order :D

But man, it was chaos early in the morning.
There was this one lady wearing frosted pink lipstick (for intergalactic effect yata. This is sooo wrong. WHAT IS IT with frosted pink and old ladies? One of these days I would have to write an entry about which lipstick color best suits a certain age group.) on her lips and on her teeth as well who was trying to push her way in telling no one in particular to please move so she can squeeze in ‘kasi maluwag pa naman sa gitna’ I crane my neck to look for the imaginary space she is talking about.

Hello. I will not voluntarily stick my face approximately just 8-10 inches away from someone I don’t even know if the space she was talking about actually existed.

But that wasn’t the funny part. The girl in front of me had her big bum sticking way out. (I don’t think she could help it, she was born that way with big boo-tay! ) and frosted-pink-lola asked her to move to the center of the train, in between the seats.. probably the location of the space she imagined, and the girl with big booty told her that she can go ahead, she’s about to get off the train anyway ‘mahihirapan lang ako kasi malapit na ako e’ I was secretly glad of this info since I could not place my hand on the pole cause she was hugging it. As in full body contact from her head to her legs. (girl you need a boyfriend for that, the pole is for everyone to steady themselves while they ride the mrt) I got my hand on it but she was crushing my hand with her stomach and the guy behind me is hitting my head with his forearm so imagine my joy when she said this when we were at magallanes station.

Ayala station.
…ok maybe the next one.


Buendia.
…well guadalupe is still relatively close to magallanes. Somehow


Guadalupe.
…maybe she measures near and far a different way.


Boni.
… she’s still here

Shaw.
… hmmmn.

Ortigas station. She gets off.

I couldn’t even react. Ortigas is near lang pala no.

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I know its mean but if you’re –ehem- big boned, please don’t squeeze in anymore when you know you wont fit. It just makes it hard for everyone.

Im slightly big boned as well so don’t hate ;D

Vampire commuting

Commuting to and fro the office has always been a hassle for me. Hoping really hard for something syfy-ish such as a floo network, a flying car, those travel tubes found in Futurama, or even the old and trusted “Beam me up, Scotty.”

I’m sure Scotty wouldn’t know that if you ask Kristin Kreuk, referencing the movie Euro Trip here.

I’ve always wanted a schedule of ten or eleven in the morning and add nine hours to it. That’s my favorite time for work schedule. For the simple reason that the hassle of commuting can be experienced by all of us.

You don’t have stand on the bus; you can pick your favorite seat.
You don’t get to seat beside cranky FX co-passengers, you might end up riding an almost empty public utility vehicle.
And traffic. You don’t end up with the godforsaken traffic in the morning.

But alas, you can’t change the company policy of “you have to be here before nine in the morning or else.” And you have to follow that of course. You’re just an employee. You really don’t have a say in anything. And you enjoyed watching Twilight the movie, but it doesn’t really matter if that’s the case.

That’s why we have a boost of earphoned people commuting our highways. I’m sure ten or twenty years from now, all those EENT doctors would probably end up laughing ala Count Dracula with matching lightning and thunder at their clinic’s window.

So yeah, I have no point here actually. That’s what we all encounter during mornings.

Actually, that’s what I encounter during mornings. I know you might have a different one. And I know you want a hassle-free commuting.

It leaves us to the best job in the world.

A graveyard caretaker.

No commuting needed. Work hours are graveyard (duh) shift.

Yeah…

Hope (Asa)

I was on my way to work today and on the street I happen to come a cross two children walking in the middle island of the road on the wrong side of the road (my side so they were on my left). And as I passed by the two children, one struck me most.

This child, probably between 8 to 10 years old (though I'm really not good at guessing ages), was wearing this too big shirt for him so I guess you can imagine how shaggy the picture is. Anyway, this shirt was black
and there were three words written on them in RED BOLD letters saying: 'ASA KA PA?'.

Those three words really struck me as I and some friends I know use these phrase usually when we are left hanging on something or feeling hopeless about a situation to turn into something positive or being able to expect that things are not to improve.

In these rocky times, it's really hard not to say 'ASA KA PA?' and be pessimistic about the current affairs -- career, finance, politics, etc.

What about you, 'ASA KA PA?'.