my tita was inviting me to watch a movie at gateway (the theater with la-z-boy seats and eat-all-you-can popcorn). i told her after the bar na.
it’s such a wonder how good cubao looks now. i remember in college, my friend jing and i truly wanted to bomb the place so the Q.C. government and the private establishments would be forced to reconstruct cubao. we hated passing by cubao then due to traffic and it was such a dark, creepy place before!
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commuting all four years of my college life was hell (tiis lang talaga kasi i super wanted ateneo for college even though we lived opposite it in Manila). i still didn’t know how to drive then…but then again, there was no car for me to take anyway!
during my early years, i carpooled with Abe. wake up at 5am and set for Q.C. by 6am (later than than would mean being caught in rush hour traffic). going, home, sometimes i get to hitch with her…but most often, commute talaga. latter years with different scheds, i hardly get to even see Abe.
commuting home entailed riding a trike or walking from the campus to aurora-katipunan; then taking a jeepney to cubao-edsa; then taking a bus to ayala-buendia; then taking a jeep by the makati firestation to zobel roxas extension; and finally walking the length of our street to our house. these took about two hours…even more when i left school at around 5pm. that time, the whole length of EDSA was in chaos due to the construction of the MRT!
good thing i learned jing and gara (and sometimes pixie) also commuted until EDSA. and so, commuting until that point became atleast bearable with friends (but the smog along Aurora Blvd prolly killed half my lungs!) However, despite our number, we still kept our guards and walking speed up due to the high rate of snatching incidents in the old and dirty cubao. I’ve been victimized by snatchers around 3x in cubao. but the only stuff they ever got from me was my nappy pouch (hehehe)! the other times, i felt them opening my bag before they ever got anything (but then again, there is nothing valuable in my bag anyway — except my big old analog cellphone na uso pa back then). however, i was victimized by a teenager snatcher in Katipunan; he swiped my necklace that i forgot to remove going home. dang.
then, when we moved to Paco (due to my mom), my commute route involved riding a trike or walking from the campus to aurora-katipunan; then taking a jeepney to cubao-edsa; then taking a jeep to San Juan; then taking another jeep to Mandaluyong; then taking another jeep to Sta. Ana (once, i walked the length of this segment ‘coz walang masakyan sa dami ng tao! imagine, the whole length of Kalentong, past the Sta. Ana bridge, until the Sta. Ana church!), and finally walking some blocks towards our house. this route took away the EDSA stretch and i was with gara half the time; but it entailed more jeepneys and battling with more people fighting to get a ride.
then, we moved again to malate (to get away from my mom). my commute route entailed riding a trike or walking from the campus to aurora-katipunan; then taking a jeepney to cubao-edsa; then taking a bus to buendia-dian; then taking a jeepney to Zobel Roxas (if i get to Dian by 9pm, there are no more jeepneys plying the area so i either took pedicabs or walked the whole stretch) and walk a block to our house. by then, hardly do Abe and i get same scheds so i also commute going to school. sometimes i take the reverse of my route going home to school; or somtimes i take a jeep to Taft, then FX to Aurora, jeep to katipunan, and trike/walk to ateneo.
when we get departamental management exams until 9pm, i sometimes sleep over at my counsin’s house in Project 2, Q.C. —- one long tricycle ride from Katipunan through Xavierville until Langka Street.
A few months before graduation, the MRT finally became operational! wow, my EDSA-stretch commute in just 20mins (by bus before, a little over an hour)! cool aircon, lots of seats, and hardly anyone yet using the train! however, we didn’t get to enjoy the new MRT long because the chapter of our lives in AdMU, Loyola Heights soon ended.
But then, commuting to Ateneo, Rockwell is another matter all together. good thing there was a car assigned for us kids then, so the driver of my dad can bring me to and fro school already! i commute during saturdays then (as we are not mandated to be in dresscode and lighter bag load). a 20-minute car ride equates to 1 hour commute travel (5 jeeps going to Powerplant kasi, with one segment na may pila ang jeeps filling up their seats before moving)!
Commuting was such a experience — learning how to deal and battle with the ‘taong masa’ for a seat in jeepneys; toughing it out against snatchers/exhibitionists in the buses; fighting bastos men; and being super stressed and bone tired at the end of the day (everyday)!
To the commuting generation today, be thankful you got the MRT and Cubao is such a great place now.