oh man, that new “hooray for today” mcdonald’s song is just so cheery and annoying, it was playing on the MRT from quezon avenue to ayala avenue non-stop (perhaps only halted by the dreary voice on the intercom, announcing which stations came next, [except in an extremely soft and garbled tone, almost unrecognizable, as if to keep you alert, keeping a good look at the blue signs at each station to know when to alight the train,] which merely seemed to melt into the rest of the song), and what was excruciatingly painful about it was that it was not at a loud, blaring, in-your-face volume but a quiet, lingering, almost ignorable one, like a mouth sore, or a toothpick, or the six-hour long guilt you feel in your gut as you go about your day with the knowledge that you probably did something wrong, like a voice in your head, or perhaps that’s what it just really is, a voice in your head, demanding you to declare, hooray for today, it’s a great day, get off the freaking MRT, this is your stop.