Seven thirty in the evening, I was on my way home last November 18, 2008. I packed my handbag full of stuff and got ready for a ride.
My usual way at home is riding a train and hop off at Quezon Avenue station. I went straight to hail a jeepney with a Quiapo route and settle on one of the vacant seats. I am always comfortable riding in simple public transportations as I am used to it since college days. I don't mind any type of people and stranger in a public utility vehicle. Whether they look nasty, gorgeous, fierce eyed, rugged, clean cut, whatever. My mind is always busy thinking of something else that makes sense to me.