Voice over saying “You are now at Ortigas Station”. People are chattering. The doors swoosh open. The train speeds away. Feet are shuffling. Someone is chewing gum. A man coughs from a distance. A baby cries.
When I was in high school, there was a time when I'd commute to school. I take a jeep from the gate of my village until the Taft Avenue station of the MRT. On good days, I'd be able to get a seat on the train. I remember there was this one day that I knew I was going to be tardy because I woke up late. There were already a lot of people on the train when I got there. When the MRT finally stopped at the Ortigas station where I usually get off, people wouldn't let me pass. I had to push and shout crass things before they let me out. It was embarrassing because I was wearing my school uniform.
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