From the window seat
Among the simple pleasures of my 36-kilometer daily commute to school is sitting by the window while a random song...
Not my station but I hopped off
I can barely recall how I felt on my first-ever train ride. But I remember I was with my mom...
‘Para po!’
Para po! The magic words that all of us commuters use to tell jeepney drivers that they have taken us...
Warm welcome
One night last month, I arrived home dazed and exhausted. I had just spent two terrible hours crawling through rush-hour...