Every time I go back to our very own little Manhattan, I don't feel anything. Maybe it's because I had not spent enough time there, so there's no sentimental ek. I only worked in Makati for two months as a telco intern, eight months in an ad agency. I used to look out at the Manila Bay sunset from our 34th floor office window. Beautiful. But now there's no sadness, no regret, nothing at all.
The MRT ride down EDSA offers little inspiration (although it had spawned countless ideas before). The walk down Ayala Avenue is quiet, with drizzle on my umbrella the only rhythm apart from my steps.
I hope that the next time I enter the CBD, I will emerge with a visa. That would at least brighten up my day.
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