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Rush Hour Crowd

I am not fond of commuting during rush hour. If we travel by car, this means traffic on the streets and yes, traffic which makes us lose time, waste gas and get agitated we’d be late to wherever we are going.

If we travel by the train, well, this is definitely easier. There is a major issue though: mad crowd. I mean throngs of people, lining up a few hundred meters long till they reach the first step of the first flight of stairs that will take them to the MRT platform.

They will not obviously push you but you will feel it. They will not shout at your directly to move your big bag away so they can pass. Or wait, was it directed to the one behind you? And yeah, can you please move an inch because all of you want to go home already and the train won’t move if this person is preventing the door to close?

No one is a VIP here. No one.

  • Women have big bags you’d think they have the home sink in it
  • Guys holding briefcase for men with their laptops and documents.
  • Students with their big bags and white uniforms (though not all)
  • Moms with their children in tow.
  • People with headphones played so loud you know what they are listening to
  • People who sit like they think the seat is their personal property
  • Loud phone talkers.

These are just a few kinds of people you will get to meet while riding the MRT during rush hour.

During the limited time  a week I spend riding the train, I am fortunate enough to ride during midday and go home at mid-afternoon. Crowd? None that I see regularly. So yeah, yey!


We love hiking. If there’s a good walking/hiking trail at home, we’d be going there on a regular basis. Alas, where we live, everything is paved and we have to drive several minutes half an hour or so to where the trees are. When opportunities to hike present itself, we hike.

We tend to enjoy the scenery, breathe the fresh air and take in as much as we can visually. We take photos of course, and as the saying goes, we only take photos, leave behind our footprints and bring home memories.

During last weekend’s hiking, we saw these horses relaxing under the shade of the trees. My daughter remarked that if only we have equestrian apparel, she’d love to ride on those horses.


Knowing she loves riding, that was not a surprise. She used to ride horses at the nearby park when she was younger. The park is now more “modernized” with rides and so the horses had to go. Sad.

Kulay Abo

May pagkakataong ang kulay abo ay tila hindi exciting. May pagkakataong ito naman ay tila ayos lang, depende sa mood ng tumitingin.

Para sa akin, ang kulay abo, lalo na kung titignan sa kalagayan ng panahon, ay katumbas ng tila malungkot, di maintindihan at nakaka-allergy attack na araw. Kung sa kasuotan naman, para sa akin, ito ay isang neutral color na pwede iterno kahit sa ano’ng kulay upang maging mas kaiga-igaya.


Sa pagkakataong ito, masasabi kong ang kulay abo ng tulay na daraanan ng mga malilit na bangka ay tamang-tama sa pag-blend sa kapaligiran.

Marahil kung ito ay makulay, magiging masakit sa mata. Kung berde naman, magmumukhang camouflage.

Parte ito ng Nayong Pilipino sa Clark, Pampanga kung saan nag-field trip ang aming bunso noong isang taon.

Lonely Ride

We had an early start yesterday morning. The long early morning drive was a bit boring, save for some music playing. I would have wanted to sleep but I’m not comfortable sleeping when in transit, except when I am extremely tired.

Early Morning

We also listened to the early morning news chatter and truthfully, I’m glad we weren’t stuck in traffic like other commuters. We just switched to music when the topics discussed were not that relevant to us. Some of the topics we listened to that were discussed were the return of a senator after months (or was it more than  a year) of not appearing because he has a case, Japan tsunami effects, hgh releasers and summer fun activities for the kids.

Going home was a lonely ride too, because the night was extra dark and the drizzles didn’t help perk up the mood. I was sleeping on and off on our way home and was glad when we arrived safely.

Was it worth the long hours on the road? Of course! I got to spend a few hours with my parents and children vacationing with them. Our youngest child was left behind though.