I hate rush hours with a passion.
Well, who doesn’t? If you enjoy rubbing bodies with random strangers, who, more often than not smell strange, whilst waiting for the next stop of your train, chances are you had a screwed up childhood.
You see, I live in the Novaliches/Fairview area but my office is at Ortigas and I commute to and fro work (No, my ‘rents won’t allow me to rent a condo unit/apartment ‘coz I’m sheltered like that). To those who aren’t from Manila or Pinas, it’s like living in New York and working in Houston. My place is so far, I think we already have a different timezone here.
But that’s not the point. I don’t have a car and unlike in college, I can’t just ask for my dad to fetch anytime I want. So to get to my work, I have to take a jeepney to a nearby mall, then an FX to the MRT station, take the train and then another jeepney to my office. I, indeed am a winner.