A hundred and some odd years and 8 days ago was our Independence day. I'm so sorry for not taking time to count exactly how many years has passed and how many years we are into our independence. I just want to get this post in order.

But anyway, let's get a move on.

According to Jigs, and his Harsh Poetic Chaotic blog, Filipinos just ARE. And in reply to his post, hell, I said I'm proud to be a Filipino.

It just pretty much sucked the other day while waiting in line of a jeepney terminal, our UGLY HABITS were flagrantly displayed. (Picked that word up this morning after Stackhouse commited a flagrant foul when he crashed into Shaquille O'Neall during one of the NBA finals game). But anyway, The Chocolate King did a good job of pointing out a few of our degrading habits. To be exact, I'm talking about Common Habit #9 and Common Habit #6.

So anyway, I was at the end of the waiting line, in front of me was a Clinical Instructor from some nursing school (by the looks of her uniform she looked like a Clinical Instructor from some nursing school). When the jeepney came to park in front of us, my end of the line started to make a move towards the jeep.

????

What the hell happened to waiting in line??? Eh putsa, sana pala hindi na pinapila yung mga tao dun kung ganon rin lang...

HEYYY... Wait a minute... Maybe I'm looking at it wrongly. Maybe it wasn't actually a line! Maybe these people were at the end of the gutter of the sidewalk because they were just getting out of the way of the other pedestrians. Maybe they were just being courteous to the other bypassers. Maybe there wasn't a line to begin with. Maybe the moon is really made of green cheese. Maybe Kris Aquino will actually follow her mother's footsteps and become the next president of the Philippines. What becometh of our country? (Insert Kris Aquino's irritatingly fake laugh).

Give me a break.

To express my outrage, I actually spoke up and said, in the tone of voice you'd use to taunt someone as though he were stupid, "Ay, Ay, kaya nga may linya eh... ay..."

And to top it all off, the clinical instructor in front of me was one of the first people to run for the jeep. Nakakahiya. Naturingang professional, tapos ganoon pa kumilos. Walang disiplina. Walang sense of line-waiting. Naturally, the other people down the line seeing a couple of people from the end of the line make for the jeep, thought, "'Tangna non ah... Aba, putah, sasakay na rin ako! Maunahan pa 'ko.." And so, there went the...group. No longer a ------LINE------ but a *G*R*O*U*P*.


And what did I do?

Tangna non ah... Aba putah, sasakay na rin ako! Maunahan pa 'ko...

Sad noh? Haaay...