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July 28, 2019
Ginebra has a game today. I know because Cubao is busy. Lots of people wearing red. Quiet Sunday? Impossible. As I write this, my train has passed the station 4 times already and the density of people has not abated. It's only 7 p.m., this may last until closing time. I stand by the door as my train passes by the waiting and stuck horde. They wave at me. I wonder what they think about when they see me. I can only see laughter and worry. Do they envy me? Do they wish they were ever-moving like me?