MRT Blues, MRT Stampede

I woke up at 6 am and left the house at 730 am. At that rate, I expect to arrive in school by 830a.m.

The MRT was temporarily shut down when I got there by 7:50a.m. The queue to enter the boarding area reached 2 flights of stairs. I queued. (Walang sinabi ang stored value card sa bulsa ko.)

By 8:00 am, I was able to get inside the boarding area. When I got there, four trains passed, and I can't get in because they're all loaded up. Four trains with 3-5 minute intervals passed before an empty train came to save our day.

The door wouldn't open. People were panicking. When it finally opened, STAMPEDE!!!! Everyone rushed in!!!!

Heto:
"Easy lang kayo! Magkakasya tayo lahat jan!"
"Yahoooo!!!!!!!"
"Anu ba yan, antay naman."

Well, morning MRT adventures has become constant and enduring companions in my life.
That is followed by a very long walk from EDSA to Makati Avenue, to avoid traffic and longer jeepney queues.

Crowded. Full. Surrounded by so many people.
I do not know them. But we communicate.
We cramp up in one common space.

Sharing this life's hell and hope.
I am a hollow piece of shell in the middle of it all.

500 Days of Summer's Best Quote

Summer: "Ok. I, like being on my own. I think relationships are messy and people’s feelings get hurt. Who needs it? We’re young, we live in one of the most beautiful cities in the world; might as well have fun while we can and, save the serious stuff for later."

A traumatized person imbibes stuff like this.
I would NEVER, ever, fall for someone else again, EVER!!!
SAMPALIN niyo ako pag hindi ko ULIT tinupad yan.

Pretending to be Studious

I have been wondering what influenced Chairil Anwar's "emo-ness," until I found out that he loved reading R.M. Rilke, that emo poet who fell in love with the story of Orpheus and Eurydice, my favorite poem. Oh, that can explain my being in love with Chairil Anwar. :)

Small poetic world.

I want to live for another thousand years

Though bullets should pierce my skin
I shall strike and march forth

Wounds and poison shall I take aflee
Aflee
'Til the pain and pang should disappear

And I should care even less

I want to live for another thousand years
(from 'Aku' 1943)

Chairil Anwar