never lackaday

yen. in a happy happy tone. trumpets workshopmate and sweet charity castmate:
tumataba ka nga // you are getting fat

mang boyet. in a sad curious tone. gonzaga hall's third floor school aid and the best ever:
o wala ka dun a // you weren't there were you

two comments that help prove this day is good.
today, between my 9am philosophy class
[where my understanding of gabriel marcel's introduction was tested to poor results]
and my 6pm law on taxation class
[where everyone in class had to stand when asked to recite]
i visited intramuros,
specifically for the national commission on culture and the arts. alone. with no idea where it really is
and like what my first philo reading by pico iyer would tell me,
it was more of the travelling and not the destination and the unfamiliarity of manila that suddenly, thanks to today, is more familiar to me.

left my ID in the cab. had 20 ID pics by the time i got back to school.
i find it interesting that a few days ago i was laughing at the thought of pao losing his ID and now i have to secure an affidavit of loss as well. ohwell.
the picture!picture! store along taft avenue i also find interesting. i needed an ID pic for my law class so i figured might as well walk 20 blocks along taft avenue and find a decent picture place. only one photographer and one lady was manning the entire store. real hip, not that classy but considering the price, the air conditioning and the quick service- really really good. i can't help but use pom104 stuff to give a store evaluation.

yes 20 blocks. i figured since i had lots of time to kill, i might as well go around intramuros until manila city hall, where i could find the train station according to a couple of guards i asked. i tried to count the number of air conditioning units in city hall on that wall facing sm manila. a lot, man- averaged 2 per window. how expensive is that? won't centralizing it be cheaper? i didn't know.

i didn't know where to find the train station either. i couldn't find anyone trustworthy enough to ask. one holdup incident makes you more wary of unfamiliar places. so i walked across taft avenue until i reached PNU, a few other universities, the picture!picture store and the UN Avenue train station. on board, i realized the central terminal station to the left of manila city hall was in fact way way nearer than the UN Avenue train station.

but there's no picture!picture to the left of manila city hall.
a regretful day never exists.

lisnin to tears, scars, lies - mista
sortof readin gabriel marcel on wikipedia
feelin kinda blessed and thankful.