you've heard the eagles song, right? and i experience it everyday. as soon as i get off the bus at the port authority bus terminal on 42nd st., i take a deep breath, check that i don't have sleepies in my eyes, then join the throng of people sprinting--not walking--to their respective points of destination in manhattan.

everything happens quickly in new york, everyone moves fast. if you stop in the middle of your tracks for a fraction of a second, someone will surely bump into you.

new jersey and new york are in the same time zone, but still, everything seems to move at a quicker pace in the big apple. i've adopted their speed, because when in new york, one tends to walk as new yorkers do (with the obvious exception of ogling tourists).

a new york minute seems like 10 new jersey minutes...and an hour in philippine time.

[photos of the morning crowd inside the port authority bus terminal]






























