"Several pages contained only newspaper cuttings. These, at least, were easy to read. Most were clippings that had been pasted into the ledger, stories about accidents, murders and terrible deaths that someone thought might be related to or result in ghostly activity. The headlines were terrible:

AVENGING PREACHER--FIRST FATHER AND THEN SON SHOT WHILE ATTENDING TO THE DEAD

GIRL GUILTY OF MURDER--SEVENTEEN-YEAR-OLD CONVICTED OF POISONING NUMEROUS PEOPLE

DIED BESIDE HIS GOLD-- AN OLD MAN SEIZED BY DEATH WHILE GLOATING OVER HIS HOARDED WEALTH

A VITRIOL FIEND'S WORK "

The book speaks for itself: The headlines were terrible. 

Note: An English version of the letter is available somewhere farther down the article. 

But I would like to point something out: MRT fares are ridiculously cheap, charging half or sometimes even a third, of the fare you would have to spend if you took the jeep or the FX.

Every time the MRT and LRT companies express an interest in raising the fare, people take to the streets. They rally, they go on strikes, they rant on social media.

How then, do you expect to have a good service if you refuse to pay for it? 

Raising the fare by even one peso will generate millions of revenue, which can be used to make the rails a safer and faster transportation for commuters.

I'm not saying that it won't fall into the pockets of some corrupt asshole (because it probably will) but with a rise in transportation fees, people will expect a greater service from the MRT company. When that expectation is not met, strikes and rallies will invariably follow, which will result in either a rollback of fees or better service.  

Now for my red side to take over, 

I don't believe in censorship, especially not when it comes to someone's speech. The point of having a fucking Facebook page is so you can communicate with your customers, not so you can block their comments.

Your system sucks and you can't handle it when people tell you so?

What's the point of having a page then? 

Also, a "red" point of view on the MRT service.

These bastards make millions of pesos everyday and yet they don't improve the quality of service they have. I'm appalled at the sort of service described by the letter. 

I'm really just sitting the fence on what to believe of the MRT service. It's partly owned by a government organ (Department of Transportation and Communication) and partly owned by a private company (Manila Rail Transit Corporation). 

Is it the government's responsibility then, that the Filipino people be provided with a safe, efficient and convenient method of transport?

Or are we really just getting what we pay for?

Really, all I'm really sure of is how much I admire my friend, who has to take the MRT everyday and never even says a word of complaint about it. 

I'd like to take this moment to thank my mother, for raising me to be sort of person who'll take Kendo because I want to. Not because I'm obsessing over one of its students

Thanks, Mom. 

Seriously though, Katie's stalkerish behavior towards Tomohiro is creepy. 

Tomohiro isn't exactly Prince Charming either, off the top of my head I can name five people from my Kendo class who are way more awesome than the story's Sexy Mysterious Badass #1.

But maybe that's because I've never found assholish behavior appealing. 

There is just something that I find incredibly alluring about characters like Zane: people who are all fire and passion.

You get the feeling that they won't last long, that they'll burn out quickly. But they shine so bright that you find yourself not caring.

Besides, I've always had a tender spot in my heart for cripples, bastards and broken things.

I just passed my bogu evaluation in Kendo today! I can't even express how happy I am! 

Jokes aside, I was literally bouncing in my seat when our sensei announced that all of us have passed the exam. 

Victory dance! 

Now my only problem is getting a bogu. To those unfamiliar with Kendo, this is a bogu:

It costs a pretty penny at around 13-15K pesos, but that's okay. That's what I have two kidneys for, anyway.