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June 26, 2008

I’m sure everyone has their own  share of an MRT horror story(and by everyone, i mean anyone who has ridden the god-forsaken thing). I have my share of boo-boos. Time and time again, I have included them in my previous posts.

I’m been riding the MRT for more than two years now.I’m been here in Manila for what? Hmmm. almost three I guess. And I’ve came to the conclusion that:

1. There is about 90%  chance of you getting squashed, squeezed, smacked, groped,assaulted, cursed, harrassed and all other unwanted terms that can only mean one thing–it ain’t a walk in the park and it will be tattoed in your long term memory for as long as you live. Unless you are the masochistic or perverted type, this definitely goes to your Top 10 least favorite things to do in the metro list.

2. There is absolutely 100% chance of you loosing your temper. And you can’t just blame it on your PMS or your raging hormones. Some insensitive dumbasses fails to recognize that in order for you to get out, they have to move aside or if they are close to the door–step out of the freaking thing so that you can leave the damned train. But nooooo. They just have to stay put and act like they’re a lamp post or some non-living thing. Move your ass out. Sometimes, you wonder what happened to their common sense? oh wait.. They don’t have one.

3. During rush hour, there is an interval of 2 to 5 minutes before another train arrives. Ten to fifteen minutes for off-peak days, in cases of holidays and the like.

4. Majority of the commuting population either get on or off Cubao station. (IMO)  

5. The flat screen tvs installed in most stations are merely displays. They don’t show anything on it. I wonder how I can take advantage of this?

6. Some of the stairs in the stations are so steep—not so good to the sloth-ridden, fat asses and the middle aged people suffering from rheumatism. It’s like trekking Mt. Apo or something.. 

7. There’s a higher risk of acquiring BO than getting stuck in the elevator for 10 minutes. And it’s not your deo’s fault.

8. There’s a higher risk of acquiring communicable diseases especially if you’re just an eyelash away from Mister or Miss Coughing-incessantly-looking-like-a-positive-PTB-person.

9.During rush hour, you will most likely to let 10 trains pass before you can decently enter and walk out unharmed, unassaulted and still in one piece. I can’t guarantee that you will still smell the D&G you put on before you enter the train as it has probably been absorbed by the sweaty orcs who are riding with you. By the time that you get to the office, you’re officemates will be have noticed how haggard-looking you are. 10, 0000 negative beauty points for you.

10. It all boils down to one thing: Survival of the meaniest. As only the meaniest SOB can survive the pushing and shoving. MRT is not for the meek and frolicking nymphs. It’s for the modern amazons and fiesty, bad ass underpaid citizens of the metro.

 


Posted by joycerica at 6:58 am | permalink

Previous Comments

Its happened to me before. Had my laptop with me and I was in the middle getting ready to go down the EDSA Central Station. Yep, nobody wanted to budge, so I placed my laptop in front of me and pushed and pushed and pushed. Well, I got a lot of angry stares but for crying out loud! How was I supposed to get out huh? Fly?

That was the last time I took the MRT. hehehehe

Posted by virus at June 26, 2008, 7:52 am

ah yes.. shaw reminds me of another story…

i wish i can teleport. *sighs*

Posted by joycerica at June 26, 2008, 8:49 am

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