SUBSCRIBEWatching the world go by
For almost an hour, I was sitting on a raised portion of the sidewalk in the intersection of Chino Roces and Buendia Avenues watching the night go by. The Christmas lights that wrapped around the trees and beautiful, multicolored Christmas lanters hung about the posts along the avenue flickered and shown bright, trying to captivate passengers of jeepneys, buses and cars. Bright yellow lights, multihued plastic sheet cover bulbs in these star shaped symbols of the Yuletide season.
But I’m not sure if these people were captivated. They were busy thinking of things that they only know. Others were busy chatting with friends. Laughing. Some were just staring. Plain bored. Others probably too tired to do anything but sit. Some were texting, talking on their mobile phones. Some saying goodbyes, kiss, hold hands. Smoking a cigarette, ambling while crossing the street. Sleep inside a taxi wrapped in someone’s loving embrace. Some in hurried walk while a lady streetvendor was uneasily lying near her wares, mouth agape, dreaming of dreams she only knew. Or too tired to dream at all of spending the entire day in that part of the street, waiting for passersby to stop and buy from her cigarettes and candies.
In that intersection I was just watching the world go by. Just trying to cool my head off from a misunderstanding. Hmmm. Misunderstanding. It seems, the longer you are involved with someone, the more these arguments take place. Well at least for me. I felt angry and down. Earlier I was in Glorietta 4. Would have wanted to watch again 2046 by Wong Kar Wai just to cool off but the next screening time was still an hour and a half away. Watching people there just didn’t help. That’s why I decided to proceed home but when I arrived in that intersection, just sat, thinking, looking at people going about their lives. Observing them.
While it is a palliative, I’m not still okay 
