As I traversed EDSA up to the farthest and the last station of MRT which is Taft Avenue, I saw along the way some of the flood marks. EDSA was not spared. But they were not the only ones that marred the busy main road. The metropolis is getting old. There are new establishments alright but they did not succeed in truly beautifying the main road. They made it overcrowded. And I guess it is true to almost every part of the metropolis.
The crowd of people walking, running, waiting for the buses, or buying some necessities from the convenient or makeshift stores is overwhelming. In fact, it is like scary to me. The globe is filled with the Homo sapiens, and the variety is truly evident. You can almost see the difference even without them talking directly to you.
This I saw while I was inside the MRT bus. From afar, the metropolis is becoming old and dense. Should I go far? Inside the MRT bus, the variety presented itself effortlessly. There are still gentlemen who are ready to offer their seats. But there are also sneaks who wait for their victims. Actually, as I observe, a scary thought of seeing someone display his prowess of pickpocketing and dipping into a backpack, for example, crossed my mind. It almost made my mind burst with fear.
The funny thing inside the MRT bus is that people, most of them men, like to converge near the door. It is not really advisable for people to stay on this area when there are still spaces in the middle. The result is truly unbelievable – men (and women) unmoved by the influx of passengers from each station making it difficult to board or get off. Some of the men actually prefer this kind of scenario it seems seeing them with their evil grin. I do not know what kind of pleasure they get in momentarily having a feel of a woman’s body in a crowd. That is so shameless and shallow. I am just so thankful that I boarded the bus on the first station and got off on the last station. I do not need to bump myself in and out.
It was not a long ride. That is why I prefer to ride the MRT. But when I got off and saw the crowd again at Taft avenue, it almost made me dizzy. I was a stranger to the place and the unfamiliarity felt like I was engulfed wholly. But I have to look confident and composed and cool. From what I saw, the place is not really that safe. I got wary of the brazen looks of some of the men with their tattoes and burnt skin and hair, with their hallowed eyes, and with their dirty sneakers and feet. Why, they were more than the same guys I saw in Munoz and Balintawak. It felt like they were all over the place. So I had to stay with the crowd and ask directions confidently as needed.
I reached my destination and after a few hours, the transaction was finished and I have to go home. I was back to the same scenario of me being an alien to the place and asking what PUJ do I need to ride to get to the MRT station. It was truly a grueling ride because you get to see the vicinity up close. I am not being judgmental here but I really felt scared seeing those men again from inside the jeep where some are even drinking liquor that early. The MRT station seemed very far.
The ordeal came to an end when I board the MRT bus again back to North EDSA. It felt safer.