Before I begin today’s update I just want to thank Astig Mama for featuring my site on Blog Gems. Her write-up
made me cream my pants and now I’m wondering when I’ll start having
groupies. Thanks again. Now I have to stop masturbating my ego and
proceed with the update.

When I
was in my freshman year of college in UERM, I had this problem
justifying the cost of cab rides. For me, it was a difficult concept to
grasp, you see, paying someone by the kilometer to drive you a distance
you could cover on foot in half an hour. Not that I had a choice back
then considering I live in the boondocks somewhere between Caloocan and
Fairview and the only way I could get to school in time was to ride a
bus to Philcoa and get myself a cab from there to Sta. Mesa where the
University of the East med school was. But, the entire cab ride deal
still came off insane for me. Thousands of cab rides later though, I
came to an understanding that it’s not the mileage per se that you are
paying for; you’re shelling out money for the overall experience.
On the average, I spend around 80 pesos ($1.45 based on current rates)
on cab fare and what I failed to realize when I was younger was that
for 80 bucks, I got to ride around the metro with a total psychopath
who tailgates, weaves in and out of oncoming traffic, runs red lights,
all of these while yelling inventive cuss words at other drivers.

Who knows? He might even tell you his life story ala-Maalaala mo kaya.
He might share with you his story on how he successfully drove their
multi-million peso family business to bankruptcy or his stint as a
construction worker in some Middle Eastern country or how he used to be
a macho dancer.

I walked a quarter of a kilometer down Tandang Sora to where Glo-ri supermarket is. I figured I have considerably better chances of getting a cab here. I stand on a corner where Tandang Sora and
Commonwealth intersected and waited for an empty cab. I hate rush hour;
and the people who take cabs during rush hour; I mean they should be
more considerate of people like me who have more important matters to
attend to than getting home like they were.