MRT Horror Stories

I’ve been taking the MRT almost everyday the past 2 years and I’d like to believe that much like the other Manila commuters out there, I won’t have a hard time going around when I go abroad just because I’ve been to hell and back. Like when you’ve survived being trampled on by rabid-korean-popstar fangirls and nothing in life can faze you anymore. Yeah.

So lemme share with you some of the interesting “characters” I’ve encountered inside the train. I won’t include anymore that motherfucker who stole my wallet last June, which is really retarded as I ALWAYS ride the all-female coach *tears hair*. Zen, Kring… Zen.

Anyway, one time, I was already seated and then this girl came in from another station, stood in front of me and held onto the circural thing on the horizontal bars. Pretty normal, huh? Well, it was until she lifted her arms ‘coz good lord, I saw a forest over there! I think she hadn’t shaved for a month or so and she was wearing this low-cut spaghett-strapped top, which kind of boggled me. I mean, why wear sleeveless tops when you haven’t shaved? Thing is, she looked like a nice, sweet girl, a little on the chubby side, and she even smiled at the other passengers so I thought what the hell, maybe she just lost her razor. Or maybe she’s half French.

Another time also, there was this “tiyanak” who wouldn’t stop wailing. I could see the frustration of the mother as the kid was obviously throwing a tantrum and felt rather sorry for her but holy fuck, I swear I wanted to stab the boy’s eyes with a spork. I’m sure you’re very familiar with annoying kids inside trains so no need to elaborate.

Senior citizens and persons with disabilities are also allowed in the same exclusive-for-women coaches, hence, encounters with old people are inevitable. Just recently, I saw an old man come in and he kind of looked “haggard” (or “haggardo versoza” according to P0yt lulz). And then he started talking to this lady (who I’m sure didn’t know who he was) and began complaining about the government and the price of gas and how terrible life is blah blah and he said this in an obnoxious, know-it-all manner as he awaited for validation from the poor lady. ROFLMAO. What a mood wrecker!!! I wanted to give her my paperbag, as she obviously wanted to cover her face in shame but I just turned on my mp3 player instead and listened to “CHEEKY GIRLS”. Is all you have to do, my dears. ZONE OUT.

And last but not the least, the two inconsiderate butches who were making out. OMFG. I was forever scarred. No offense meant to butches out there but really, it was like a train wreck, a disaster if you may, and you just can’t take your eyes off of it! You don’t believe me? Why don’t you close your eyes and imagine two Kim Jong Il look-alikes with their tongues in each other’s throats, fondling and cuddling included??? Yes, it’s that bad. I wish I just saw a nekkid Aiza Seguerra, to be honest with you.

I won’t be getting a car anytime soon (much thanks to gas prices) so I expect to see more weird-ass people in the MRT. And who knows, somebody could’ve written about me, too yanno! That’s right. I’m that girl in your train, wearing that tattered inside-out jeans, pwning the passengers with my mad Japanese singing skills. Wuzzup, bitch?

ps: I’d love to hear about your “MRT encounters”! Please share!

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