a record of thoughts

I was on the bus today and at a stop, a woman at around her 50s climbed the bus. The bus isn’t full, just a loose. The woman didn’t walk all the way to the back, instead she stood in front of me, hoping to get a seat because there’s an empty seat, but another man’s things are on it. The man just took a glance at her and did not do anything. He’s a black man. The man just went along with what he was doing and finally gathered his things as he’s nearing his stop. The woman, whom I suspect is Filipino and I can only describe as someone who has the attitude and demeanor of a Spaniard. So if you’re a Filipino reading this, quickly gather your thoughts on what a Kastila is like for a moment. The woman took the seat after the man took everything off of it. (more…)