what a journey it has been...

I just started a new job in Ortigas, and I go home at around 8. I am trying to save on gas and expenses so I park my car in Trinoma and take the MRT to Ortigas, then I walk the rest of the way. It was interesting for me because I have not done this before. Notice I said was. the first few days were ok, I managed to try out all the routes i could think of getting to and from the MRT and my work place. Earlier today, I have decided that the last route was the best one. And tonight, sure enough that's where I passed by and I got to the MRT faster and less tired than my earlier trips. This was good news to me.

While waiting for the train though, we were suddenly informed that one of the trains was defective, therefore we will need to wait a few minutes before the next train arrives. I was cool with it, I was early right? I'm still trying to catch my breath anyway from climbing the are-we-there-yet stairs they must have originally planned to use as a torture device. Going back, so I see the headlights finally drawing closer. Then it pulled up in front of me -- sardine-packed! I was a few people away from the door, but i did not even attempted to try to get into that! I thought I'd just wait for the next one. I figured, since they had that delay, people piled up waiting, hence the congestion. Then, the next train came, and again all cars were packed. Third train, fourth train, fifth train, all packed and breathing each others air. Interesting, I thought. I've heard people talk about this, but it's the first 5 times I've actually seen it. Tomorrow is a holiday, I was wondering why people are heading home this early. They should be out having dinner and hanging out somewhere after work. I know I would, if I could. And so the 6th train came, it was empty except for the driver and a man reading his news paper, enjoying the comfort of the a/c and his solitude. the train stopped, everyone was inching to get in waiting for the doors to open. It didn't. Train started to move and several women hissed behind me. At this time BTW i was already just behind the yellow tiles, first to come in, if given the chance. hehe. I was already thinking of maybe just taking a cab to Trinoma. So anyway, the 7th train came, the doors opened and only 1 person came out. I guess the ladies behind me were with someone, so no one tried to push their way in. It was still packed BTW, but I took it as a sign that one person came out, no one came in, that this train was for me. Finally, on my way home, 7 trains and a billion people after.

I decided to go back to my old ways and just bring my ride to work. I will never ride the MRT again, unless I was bribed or coerced to do so! Or maybe if I had to choose between the bus or the MRT. But we'll see.

And so ends my journey home that took twice as long and twice as stressful! good nyt!