Also known as "WHAT'S THE HURRY, Chicken Curry?"

Do you ride the MRT?

Well, I do. I learned how last week. (Yay for me!)

Anyway, there's one thing I don't understand...

I don't understand the rush.

I don't get why they (the majority of the commuting public) have to push, claw, and fight their way through just to get in. Why can't they all just wait for their turn? It's not like it's the last chance they'll ever get.

I asked a few friends and they gave good and sensible points.

Some say it's because the commuting public is in a hurry; they're late for work, they have things to do when they get home, they're just making the good use of their time or that they might miss a train.

Good, check. Sensible even but I am nonsensical and so I say, I'm in a hurry and all of the above but I don't feel the need to inflict bodily harm against others and besides, I've a better [and brighter (LOL!)] theory. I believe that this whole "let's be like mad-people in MRT stations" is a fad or it could be mass hysteria; One idiot is in a rush and five hundred others follow suit.

I refuse to die trying to get a ride and I refuse to waste my energy and youth clawing my way through hordes of passengers so I walk turtle-paced, happy, at peace, and unharmed. Man, if there were flowers in MRT stations, I'd even probably stop to smell them.

Pluto time is in effect, ladies and gentlemen.

I choose to take the time to enjoy the sights and sounds of the city and I discover something beautiful everyday; Today, while on my way to work, I was standing beside this thirty-something woman and her three year old daughter. I was so worried that she'll get squished and I think the woman noticed and she goes, "Hirap mag-commute pag may kasamang bata." I nod in approval and she continues, "Iniwan ko yung dalawang kuya nya, triplets kasi sila eh. Pre-mature kaya maliit sya."  and she goes on telling me about her kids and I even took her picture (which I shall post one of these days) and that made my day.

See, if I were in a rush, I'd probably be busy keeping ground making sure I don't get knocked off my place but then again, it's their choice. They could be spending their time, Zen-ing the way I do but they choose not to so ultimately, I guess people should just go with whatever would melt their butter even if it means literally knocking someone off their feet.


P.S.:
turtle-paced Nikki has never missed a train.