the big city is mean, particularly ayala avenue... it always has been. it kicks your ass at least once a week but you find yourself standing up to survive more abuse.
while waiting for a bus home last night, i decided that majority of the city population are not nice people. there are those who literally push you off the sidewalk just to get a seat on that solitary bus. there are those who look at you in a weird way, like they think you're going to mug them any second. then, there are those who actually mug you or pick your pocket. but then, i saw this old lady, holding on to a post for dear life, afraid of getting pushed around by the crowd. i was deciding if her helplessness was real or a set-up to get some idiot's wallet. apparently, the man beside me did not take time to think and immediately helped the old lady catch a bus. he didn't board a bus until she was safely in one. then i thought, there are still angels walking among us-- even in ayala avenue.
makati has thrown sand in my face at least twice this week but i never find myself hating it. the city always finds ways to redeem my faith in people. in this city, i would never feel dateless. like carrie bradshaw's relationship with new york, this city is my great love. yes, it bleeds my bank accounts dry, i find myself arguing with sales clerks who are oblivious to the line that goes around the block, standing at a bus stop for half an hour and trying to avoid getting hit by a car every six hours. but this is where i grew up. i may need to get away for a while but i know i would always come back.
i believe dorothy when she said "there's no place like home."
while waiting for a bus home last night, i decided that majority of the city population are not nice people. there are those who literally push you off the sidewalk just to get a seat on that solitary bus. there are those who look at you in a weird way, like they think you're going to mug them any second. then, there are those who actually mug you or pick your pocket. but then, i saw this old lady, holding on to a post for dear life, afraid of getting pushed around by the crowd. i was deciding if her helplessness was real or a set-up to get some idiot's wallet. apparently, the man beside me did not take time to think and immediately helped the old lady catch a bus. he didn't board a bus until she was safely in one. then i thought, there are still angels walking among us-- even in ayala avenue.
makati has thrown sand in my face at least twice this week but i never find myself hating it. the city always finds ways to redeem my faith in people. in this city, i would never feel dateless. like carrie bradshaw's relationship with new york, this city is my great love. yes, it bleeds my bank accounts dry, i find myself arguing with sales clerks who are oblivious to the line that goes around the block, standing at a bus stop for half an hour and trying to avoid getting hit by a car every six hours. but this is where i grew up. i may need to get away for a while but i know i would always come back.
i believe dorothy when she said "there's no place like home."
Song of the Day: City (by Sara Bareilles)
In these deep city lights
Girl could get lost tonight
I'm finding every reason to be gone
There's nothing here to hold on to
Could I hold on to you?
In these deep city lights
Girl could get lost tonight
I'm finding every reason to be gone
There's nothing here to hold on to
Could I hold on to you?
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