But what happened last night was another firsts, being a commuter. Long lines. I guess that says it all. It's a common sight to have long lines at Ayala Station but the lines I saw last night made me exhausted on a higher level. It's as if we're in a middle of a zombie invasion and all we need to do is to cross the border. But like in the movies, they won't let us pass. There are instances that I just want to lay myself down, not to attract attention nor to show protest but to let everyone know how tired I am and that I'm just giving up.
It's as if we're riding a big MRT train, crowded and like canned sardines. The only difference with the real train is that we're not moving.
In the end, I managed to get through; didn't really have much of a choice since it's quite too late to turn back. Just thank God for letting me pass, for letting me survive, and for always guiding me with all my trips. I hope, though, that I wouldn't experience stuff like this again.
