Life in Taft can be tough. My previous sentence, on the other hand, can be a tongue twister.
I can say that technically I grew up in the said avenue since my dad has worked in the Supreme Court for a long time, I finished elementary in St. Scholastica's College, Manila (I missed saying St. Scho's 'full name' okay haha) and I'm now in my 3rd year in Manila Science High School. I have always remained indifferent to Taft though. In the past, whenever someone would mention it, nothing significant comes to mind save for a flash of blue. How's that for irony? Haha!
Anyway, unknowingly Taft has wormed and flooded its way into my heart. I can say the same for the raw, humid-looking and wildly in disarray Manila that seems to capture every foreign film maker's eye though I haven't explored it thoroughly. Yet. I don't know why, but I can say that if someone asks me about Taft or Manila in general now, the first thing that would pop in my head is leather; worn and whatnot. It's like I've gotten to know the place more.
Whether it be from my schoolmates' tales of adventure, my non-monumental first hand experiences or from simple observations. I'm glad that I feel rather nationalistic and that for once I understand why Bourne Legacy and other movies decided to film here hehe.