Quite an Adventure… but I still hate MRT.
When I woke up, I was already in front of SM Megamall. I thought I was dreaming, but I was not. I couldn’t believe that I was asleep when the bus I was riding stopped in Cubao, the terminal in which I should have alighted.
I had no choice but to enjoy the ride. My insides were in a state of paranoia. I am NCR-phobic. I have this paranoid feeling whenever I’m in the metro. I feel like someone would stab me and steal all my belongings or any time. On the brighter side, this paranoia has taught me to be vigilant… all the fucking time.
I reached Victory Liner Pasay. Alright, so, the adventure began there. The conductor told me that I should get a bus back to Cubao. I asked around. Soon after, I figured I had a few choices: (1) take a cab, (2) cross a creepy-looking overpass to the other side and ride a city bus, or (3) find another way to go home.
I was about to give in to option 1, as it is the easiest and the most effortless way out. But option 1 is expensive. During Christmas vacations, a student CANNOT survive with little or no money. And of course my parents won’t give me money despite the love that they give me. Sometimes I wish love can be converted to cash. I would’ve been a millionaire.
Alright, option 2. I look around and see two overpasses. I have this fear of overpasses… well, basically everything in the metro except shopping malls. Paranoia took over me.
And so I had to find a way out. Thank heavens I saw a train pass by. And so I walked and found out that an MRT (Metro Rail Transit) station is nearby. The universe is on my side, alright.
Everybody knows that when riding the MRT, it’s best to not bring any bag at all… because they inspect it manually. Great. I had three bags. It took me around forever to open three bags and have them inspect it. After much struggling with my bags, I finally bought a ticket to Cubao. Trust me, I had to struggle with the whatchamacallit thing (that thing where you insert the goddamned card so you can enter the fucking train platform, yeah that one).
Inside the train was worse than a mosh pit. Every station that passed, more and more people cramped inside the small box of the train. IDK how people can stand that. Good thing I was wearing my jacket and I couldn’t feel their sweaty skins on my arms. And yes, I prefer sweating with my jacket on than scrubbing my arms with other people’s sweaty limbs. I hate MRT for that. At the same time, I love it because it made me reach Cubao (Yay!) after like half an hour of agony with my bags, sore limbs, and aching back. Maybe I could consider it a love-hate relationship with public transportation.
I finally rode the FX back to Antipolo and my dad picked me up. Yay, I’m back home. And I won’t sleep that long again during a bus ride.
