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PXD 927 JELL TRANSPO
somewhere near intersection
of quezon avenue and timog avenue
i miss riding the bus. eversince MRT started lording over the jungle that is EDSA i felt robbed. stripped of that rich oftentimes wonderfully insane events that can only take place inside the bus...today my life is geographically defined by which MRT station i got on or off further mortified by two astronomical malls ever tempting my instinctly compulsive consumeristic tendencies (but this is another story i could write another full chapter)!
it all started en route to some meeting in an attempt for world peace in pseudo-bohemic tomas morato when i took old reliable Jell bus...heavy with emotional baggages and in deep thought of myriad of things of my own volition of pulling myself into the lowdowns as sleek-as-a-rabbit-hole, my sociological imaginations was briefly interrupted by some guy in his mid-20s feeding us with leaflets asking for some financial aid for his supposed organization that seeks to help the physically challenged (God bless your soul hijo!)...well, in the spirit of the yuletide season which is so in the air now and my recessively kept good faith i readied some extra cents i was able to get in my pocket (you know hot difficult it is getting one in such crowded space you can almost smell the worker's day stink on the other passengers' back-that includes me! hehe) when he started to sing..."bate namen meri krismas...!!!" it almost made me roll, but i forgave him for that. in such good act and intent it's rather impolite to laugh your heart out. his second attempt almost made me rise and raise hands and sing and dance in delight when he blurted out "ang buhay ng kristiyano ay masayang tunay! masayang tunay! hey hey!" (pucha it's still playing in my head!) it almost convinced me but i kept my cool, what is a few cents shared for a good cause right? but nothing, nothing prepared me for his last song it blew me away! in desperation he started to sing "walang sabit...huhuhhum ang buhok ko! walang sabit..." it killed me. i cringed in amazement and embarassment i almost wanted to die that very moment! i can almost see that perky but adorable (???) Sandara Park dancing with matching "hawi" of her hair. dude, for chrissssake leave it to her!
*puff* i retreated the few coins i have into my empty pocket and went back into deep contemplation smiling. i almost put my hard-earned cents to some unscrupulous fly-by-night organization...sigh!
haaay naku...ang buhay nga naman sa bus. sometimes it is a reflection of our craziness(es), a microcosm of our own eternally damned society! there are the greedy economists insisting us wtih silly goods; the evil politicians convincing us with sleight-of-hands politickings; the preachers with vested interests; the reluctant leaders; the powerless laborers; the elitist romantics; the apatethic majority; and the stupid few! such a circus of life inside the bus!
but boy, you made my day!
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