1. Was looking out the window of a jeepney (patok the type to drive fast with loud sound systems). Saw that the light changed to red, the jeep sped up anyway. Since I was looking out the window I saw a kid, around 7 years old, slam into the jeepney and got ricocheted between two parked cars. There were a few people in the jeepney, they all knew that the jeep hit the kid, no one tried to stop the jeepney, except for me and a guy decked up in punk rock clothing. We were both shouting.

"ITIGIL MO ANG JEEP PANAGUTAN MO YON. KAHIT MAGMADALI KA IREREPORT NAMIN PLAKA NG JEEP NYO." The driver and conductor grumbled as if they were met with a slight annoyance. But they stopped.

The emergency system in marikina was quite effective within 4-5 minutes the ambulance sirens were to be heard and thankfully the kid was alive and started staggering towards the jeepney that hit him. I told the kid to hold steady and that the guys in the jeepney tried to do a hit and run, and that he should tell that to his parents and the police. Right after that they took the kid to the hospital, I'm glad that he didn't get squished under the vehicle. That day I respected people in emergency units even more. Asshole drivers, even less. In all honesty, what was scary, despite the accident itself, was the fact that I witnessed a severe bystander effect. No one except two weirdos in that vehicle, tried to stop that blasted driver. That's saying a lot about our society.

1. An elderly woman who came out of church who road the same jeepney as me (I was a kid then) and my grandmother who did something horrid. We've just sat down and then a street kid followed us and begged for alms in exchange for wiping our shoes. We were not in the best financial situation back then so we couldn't give much, just gave him a few pesos and then he left. The elderly woman started bad mouthing the poor boy. Saying how dare he try to touch her expensive shoes. That poor people deserve to be poor because they're dirty, disgusting things. I kid you not. She started muttering this. My grandmother didn't notice it but I did.

The same elderly woman was praying so hard in the previous mass, with her belo and rosary beads. The lesson of the mass that day was to be good to our neighbours, the poor, the sick.

1. In Cubao I often pass by a woman with her child. Twice, when I had the rare chance of getting extra money, I tried to give them a proper meal. I didn't do it for gratitude. I just wanted to help... even just a little. After a long, long while. I saw the woman again, she didn't recogize me. She wasn't holding her child anymore. Instead, she was holding a picture of her child. I couldn't make out the words in the picture.... but I could only assume that the child is sick.... or worse.

I cried as soon as I sat down in the bus.

It hurt. Seeing these kind of things in our country. Of course, these scenarios are not unique to our own. But I still can't help but feel for them. I'm pretty sure, everyone goes through hardship at least once in their lives. But god damn. Does it sure make me feel like shit and petty to worry over myself when I'm seeing these daily incidents and tragedies. It must be turning people numb. Because if it isn't then we shouldn't be seeing these so often. I had to narrow down my worst things to three.... there's just so many.