I used to find romance in long, bus trips -- the thought of communal dreaming and waking up to one destination laiden with personal meanings and attachments seems poetic. Now, it's just a pragmatic way of getting from Point A to Point B without breaking your P-- (150 pesos vs. 500 pesos 204 pesos x 2 is a definite no-brainer.) However, not long after I took the only seat at the back and my butt started churning with the engine along the expressway, I cursed myself for romanticizing a decade-old middle-class angst. I consoled myself with a view like no other's. Electric Blue.
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