Mornings and MRTs

Ayala Station

MRT (Manila Metro Railing Transit System) has been a part of my life ever since I signed the contract with my current (my 4^th BPO company to be exact) company.  Everyday is an abyss day especially for peak hours.  Greedy people who push their selves inside just to make it on time (well sometimes I’m one of them too. Lol), and eventually the driver doesn’t have any idea what’s happening while people are pushing one after another inside and outside of the train; he’ll abruptly say on microphone “hintayin nalang po ang susunod na train” (kindly wait for the next train to arrive), like I want to scream especially if the warning sound of the door would beep that means you really have to wait or else you don't wanna end up being squeezed by the door plus the mere fact that your'e running late – just your luck. Like someone who wishes to break up with and yet you don't want yet since you're too in love - that feeling. People should always think the philosophy that next train will come after another.  


Passengers from Ayala station really depict what Makati City is, they're very considerate, forgiving and one of the most understandable people ever. If they see that the inside is sardines-like packed and couldn't get in, they concede without shrugging off shoulders. No complaints. You, me, and, everyone we know may sometimes be one of the Ayala station passangers, if in case you work in that city or by chance pays a visit.

 

the "hopefuls" of Quezon Avenue station (6am-ish in the morning)

Now let’s talk about the people inside the train, and since my point of reference is (always) Magallanes station, train that arrives from Taft is “almost” jam-packed as always, like 500+ people – no stir. So the hopefuls of Magallanes station are always left “hopefuls” and sometimes their ability to get in are being granted enough if they’re the (construction workers etc) “greedy” ones. 

 

the "hopefuls" of Magallanes station

First is the halitosis section, pretty nice people since most of them are sleeping and at least no snoring but there’s this stench within the area where I’m standing and or sitting most of the time. Time slot for this section is between 6 to 7:00 pm, understandable somehow since it’s almost dinner, maybe their stomach are excreting some unexplainable shiz. 

the commoners
 Photo courtesy of www.missplaced-direct.blogspot.com

The unexplainable section, people who sit and or stand here are all hard to understand, yes they still speak in Tagalog but it’s about now their norms.  Half of the population speaks so loud, conversations about the work, personal life, gossip show, favorite celebs and the like. Glad that sometimes, their buddy up for chit chat would alight on the nearest station different from their destination- at least conversation is being cut.  And the 30% are the one who play mp3 files using their phones (Rihanna, Lady Gaga, OPM etc..) in loudspeaker, this is already selfishness since MRT is a public vehicle and yet they don’t deny their happiness in listening their favorite music wherein it’s already annoying for other people, whatever happened to their headset, why don’t they bring it and pump up the volume until their auditory nerves would curse them. The remaining 20% are the inconsiderate; I’m talking in general for parents who bring their kids 3 to 5 years below, wherein we all know that height basis for these children would title them a free ride. Imagine this, a Mother sitting together with her two kids and they are only playing around on the seat that is supposed to be for us and for the other who paid. They’re occupying a seat that would be good for at least another two passengers. 

People are people.

Well.

 

yours truly in GMA Kamuning station. LOL =))