Some of my family members arrived in Manila a few days ago. I toured them to the best of my abilities (which was limited since I never went out of home much) and showed them the supposed sights of the place. While I loathe going out much more now, I was able to keep my responsibility as brother and son (somehow). I once only disliked riding on the MRT. Back then, however, I wasn’t forced to lug a very heavy bag while being squished into spaces tighter than those in a sardine can. I absolutely abhor it now: carrying that bag has made my back hurt, even until now, and the sheer violence that is necessary in riding on that train is extremely iniquitous; right now, I have smothered all my desire to go to the chic malls. Read the rest of this entry »