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Tricycle Perils

I have a love-hate relationship with our transportation system. I appreciate the fact that you can get to anywhere without having to walk around much. However, I hate the fact that so many of the drivers and fellow commuters are so disrespectful of traffic rules and regulations. Heck, even common courtesy is often absent.

Everyday, I go to work by riding the tricycle and walking a part of my route. Everyday, every time I arrive at the office or reach home at the end of the day, I feel such relief at still being alive. It seems that I run the risk of dying through some sort of vehicular accident every day (and on that note, I don’t feel comfortable writing that but I just had to say it).

Example: The trike drivers along the Eastwood-Manggahan route. Every night when I go home, there’s usually some traffic jam along Calle Industria. The direction towards Manggahan takes up two lanes, while the one going to C5/Eastwood takes up just one. However, the trike drivers tend to skip the lanes and run along the Eastwood-bound lane just to get ahead. They do this particularly when there’s no oncoming traffic.

I get their rush. After all, the faster they can take one fare to their destination, the faster they can get back for another trip. More trips, more income. However, I don’t think they see the danger they’re posing to themselves or their passengers. They don’t realize that they’re responsible for someone else’s safety.

There was a time when one driver was so careless. He was yelling at the car drivers and overtaking every time. When we got to our destination, one rider complained and the driver replied “Nakarating naman tayo.” Naku. Gusto ko sabunutan.

I have other options going home, namely riding a cab or walking the whole way. Option one isn’t feasible because I’ll run out of money long before the next payday comes. Option two is ok but not practical. If there was a dedicated and safe bike lane I’d take that option but there’s none. So it’s the tricycle for me.

I hope that these people won’t have to experience anything bad in order to be more responsible drivers. In the meantime, I guess the best we can do is ask them to drive more carefully, and pray that they do.

Now the MRT and falling in line is another story…

A letter of thanks

A few months ago, my classmate Kat (yep, same nick as mine) and I were talking about the nearly lost art of traditional letter writing. Nowadays, just about the only thing you get via snail mail are bills, notices and things that don’t really make you happy.

In the last three years, I probably have received about less than ten mail (discounting bills): a couple of postcards that I asked for from friends who went abroad, notices for packages I need to pick up at the post office and a letter or two (from Google Adsense that isn’t worth anything now since my account’s closed off; my SSS ID after 145 years of waiting; my Civil Service exam permit… heck nothing interesting at all).

I used to have penpals from the United States via Animerica magazine, and we’d write to each other on a nearly weekly basis. During vacation, I’d write letters to my roommate, my best friend or my former boyfriend, sometimes to this guy I had a crush on. The boys didn’t really write back much, maybe one letter for every five I sent. Still, it was nice to get something from the mail.

Anyway, we decided it would be nice to send each other something via good old fashioned mail. So we (Kat, myself and some other of our classmates from college) exchanged addresses and vowed to send each other something ASAP.

I have yet to do something about this, but recently, Kat posted a meme on her LJ that I decided to do as well.

She hit two birds with one stone here: making something and writing me a letter. Nice! It was also interesting to see her handwriting. I feel that I don’t know how the handwriting of most people I know (at least the ones I met after college anyway) looks like.

I wouldn’t actually call today a bad day, but I was feeling a bit sad earlier on due to some realizations about life and relationships. I felt a bit better when Den reminded me that today was our anniversary (we, along with our friends Allan and Ching celebrate our friendship every 25th of February) and that we’ve been friends for nine years now. I had dinner with my brother, had some ice cream and watched Time Warp, went online and talked to my friends, and I thought, life’s good. Why was I moping earlier?

Then Kat’s letter came and it just made my day.

So I realized that today is a good day after all, and I’m thankful. 🙂

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