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Tag: commuting
“Just”
This morning, I hopped on an fx to run down to Ortigas for a work-date with R. I managed to grab one taking a U-turn on the road leading to our subd., so it was pretty much empty and we only picked up two other passengers before we got to Floodway. (Not the place in … Continue reading “Just”
Kings of the World
by Esther Elizabeth Suson [Snapshot] I love riding the MRT. No matter how crowded it is, how broken the aircons, how rattly the sounds, I love it. Especially when the train swoops over the street, at treetop level and even higher, the sky showing through the skyscrapers when it is normally invisible from the street. … Continue reading Kings of the World
Wrists and Teacups
by Esther Elizabeth Suson I was sitting in the corner of the jeepney back, my favorite spot to be (you're being squished by only one person, and you can see where you are going. And you can get out quickly. And--). We were not quite so squished in at the moment, there were slivers of … Continue reading Wrists and Teacups
Snapshots of June: Coins, Kisses, and Independent Steps
by Esther Elizabeth Suson Tic. While falling in line for the ticket-card at the Shaw Boulevard MRT station, I was looking around to keep occupied. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a young man putting his change in his pocket. Suddenly he paused and glanced around wildly, like you do when you've … Continue reading Snapshots of June: Coins, Kisses, and Independent Steps
Phantom Drumbeats
by Esther Elizabeth Suson As our fx passed over the bridge going to the Tramo stop (moving away from Antipolo), the world was bright with ten-in-the-morning full-glare sun. It threw every point of the outside into blazing clarity, like a picture springing into high definition. I was glancing out the left-hand window from the middle-seat, watching … Continue reading Phantom Drumbeats
Brawler’s Knuckles and Hands that Know Their Place
by Esther Suson This turned out to be a sort-of sequel to one of my previous posts. As my readers know, the majority of my recent posts have turned out to be about commuting in Metro Manila, but few of them are connected. The fx I rode was exactly the same as the one in that … Continue reading Brawler’s Knuckles and Hands that Know Their Place