The wonderful world of commuting

I live far from my workplace. Usually, the commute is bearable because I ride with my mom (she drives on her way to the office) and she drops me off at the train station. Anyway, this morning was particularly horrible. It was raining when we left home but it looked like the type of rain that stopped after an hour. But as mom drove out of the subdivision, the rain began to pour so hard. When that happens, the roads get flooded in our part of the suburbs.

I muttered to myself, "Great. Absolutely great. This is truly wonderful." As you can see, I was totally sarcastic about it. There's no other word I could use to describe what I was feeling.

She drove on, and on, and on. It was getting really terrible because in C5-Sauyo, there were vehicles that were turning back. That simply meant that Tandang Sora was congested and parts of it were flooded, especially the St. Charbel-OLAP area.

Mom passed through Project 8 and the radio announcer said that Mayor Sonny Belmonte hasn't declared suspension of classes yet because vehicles could still pass through the main roads. I beg to disagree. And just then we saw two small boys, probably just 7 or 8 years old, walking on the sidewalk. They looked drenched and were about to be blown away by the wind. It was pitiful, I tell you.

I was dropped off at the MRT North EDSA station. Mom had difficulty seeing the road. I had to get off when I noticed that the road had a substantial amount of water, enough to make me splash and get me wet. It was irritating. I got on the train. Guess what?! Rainwater was entering the door. The rubber lining wouldn't hold. Argh.

By the time I got to Guadalupe, I was soaking wet. Terrible, terrible, terrible. I couldn't get a jeep. They didn't want to pass by the International School (that's where I get off). And I couldn't get a cab either. *Sigh* This is one of those days I wish I worked in Quezon City.

Right now, I am drying my shoes.