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Rat race

Two weeks ago, my sedentary life has ended. From the slow paced life of internet and afternoon naps, my world was shaken by the day-to-day waking hours before sunrise. To make things short, I started my first job. As expected, it will also be an everyday struggle to commute, because I am now one of the working class of this third world country, where people ride public transport like .zip or .rar files (I live in Bacoor by the way). Honestly, I can say that it won’t be too much of an effort for me in squeezing my butt with strangers in a bus or a train because my student days were worse, riding a jampacked MRT with my “pangbakasyon travel bag” whenever I go to the dormitory.

So, to comfort myself from the feet-numbing hours of standing, I just enjoy myself from looking at people’s faces especially when they’re sleeping, or having their ‘personal’ moments beside a windowย (note that when you are standing in a bus or MRT, you have a wider angle of vision from your vantage point). Lucky are those days when you get to ride a bus that can offer a seat which can accommodate half of your buttcheek, and a one-in-a-million chance of sitting beside the window where you can contemplate on things while looking far outside (may masabi lang).

I have now officially entered the corporate rat race where dreams and aspirations of people either get suppressed and die or further develop for good. A lot of people are telling me that I am really lucky to have such a great company to work for and I think they are right.

Interesting enough, an officemate e-mailed this to us on my first day, so just let me end this post with an excerpt when Dalai Lama was asked by what surprised him most about humanity, he said:

Man.
Because he sacrifices his health in order to make money.
Then he sacrifices money to recuperate his health.
And then he is so anxious about the future that he does not enjoy the present;
the result being that he does not live in the present or the future;
he lives as if he is never going to die, and then dies having never really lived.

Have a great week everyone!

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About Peculiarhours

Byron is a 20-year old photo hobbyist who still shoots film. He likes spontaneity, traditional art, good food and reaching new places.

Discussion

14 thoughts on “Rat race

  1. have work, will travel! haha congrats!

    masaya naman talaga ang commuting. I live in Laguna and do commute everyday from Makati. enjoy naman kasi mas malupit yung travel ko nung college from Laguna to UST…ang layo di ba? haha

    Posted by supertikoy | October 23, 2011, 6:11 am
  2. Masaya mag-commute lalo na pag malayo ang biyahe, minsan. Pero pag araw-araw na ganyan, nakakapagod rin. Enjoy the ride and your new job. ;p

    Posted by perfectlylonelysoul | October 23, 2011, 9:54 am
  3. Ayos, nakakapagdala ka pa ng film camera on the commute to werq! Welcome to the manggagawang uri class Byron!

    Posted by aylablahs | October 26, 2011, 12:23 am
  4. Welcome to the jungle! ๐Ÿ˜€

    Don’t lose yourself.

    Posted by Robbie | October 26, 2011, 2:34 pm
  5. Atleast may “boss” na inspirasyon! Haha.

    Posted by klacenklai | October 27, 2011, 3:24 am
  6. I’ll take a step back and get out from the office environment next year. crossing my fingers.

    Posted by Ed | October 27, 2011, 6:38 am
  7. Congrats on the job! You’re officially a grown-up. Welcome to the dark side ๐Ÿ™‚

    Posted by Drew | October 30, 2011, 5:33 pm
  8. congrats! galingan mo (sa trabaho at sa pagcocommute)

    Posted by mots | November 2, 2011, 8:32 pm
  9. I like the fact that there is a badminton racket on your work desk. It means you’re still determined to still have fun. ๐Ÿ™‚

    Posted by Bien Venido | November 13, 2011, 12:54 pm

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