MRT Experience

the first time i rode MRT, coming from shaw to north bound, there was a very young couple, teenagers i suppose who had brought lots of clothes and personal things with them, at first i thought they were relative, like brother-sister but i noticed that they are really sweet together and almost kissing each other on the train (lol, PDA) i heard them talking about their escape from their homes, and where they will go... they went out sooner than me, after that i just realized that teenagers are really different these days...

i remember when was the last time i ride on a mrt, as i was hurrying because the door is closing as i entered, i left my slippers outside Magallanes Station, and ended going back at that station to have back my one piece slippers. What a fate!

there hasn't really been very much stories i've seen while i had ridden in an MRT. but what i see are lots of faces... people in different walks of life... behind those faces are different stories - failures and success, sadness and happiness. but one thing's for sure, everytime i got into an MRT, there are always couples together, the man trying to protect the woman from too many people fitting in each cubicle. and it's nice knowing the men still take care of their women. happy myLotting!

i can still remember that when the mrt was still relatively new, standing at the aisles were not allowed. it can take in only seating passengers. there was a woman and a child who insisted to got in and refused to leave. they were in a hurry to catch up with whatever it was. everyone moved in order to make room for them. it is touching to know that filipinos will always care.

I agree that riding on public vehicles give us the opportunity to glimpse on other people's lives. It's like public vehicles themselves have a world on their own, and in which you could read a lot of stories just by being keen and observant. When I first road the MRT I was on my way to Shaw, on a personal mission. I was a newly high school graduate from a land far away. Back then I didn't even know how to get to places. It was a big adventure for me, and also a big risk. I was like a fish out of the water. Thankfully MRT was very user-friendly and helped me learn the ropes easy. It ended as a success, and I was way too proud of myself. I was still such a kid back then. I'll always remember MRT as a place of triumph and independence for me.

The first time I rode the MRT was last year (I went to Manila for a summer camp at Pisay Diliman). My first ride was from North Avenue to Cubao. After that, we kept on riding it for our sidetrips. It was only one time when we rode there about 7:30PM from Ayala station and there were lots of people inside standing. I can remember that we were like compacted sardines inside. :D

Although I have been a long time rider in MRT I am lucky and fortunate that I haven't had any bad experience as some of the posters in here had. But I guess several years ago when I was going home I rode at this cart where when we reached one station it just smelled smoke and a thick black smoke went out of the air con vents. I did not panic though I was very nervous at the time that I slowly make sure that I get our of that cart and transfer to another train. It was the time when the bomb scare was very prevalent. Fortunately they said it was only mechanical trouble and some wires have short circuited somewhere. Now, I am fortunate to avoid the MRT since I transferred residence from QC to San Juan where I am much more nearer my workplace. I just need a Jeepney ride to be in my office. Although sometimes traffic is at its worse I still manage to come to office on time. Unlike when I was riding MRT though it was fast but the fact that its hard to ride in one especially when its rush hour. I tend to be late wat work because of that.

i hate riding the mrt, though its fast, people there keeps on pushing others. some dont have manners.