Monorails and Mononucleosis

I finally got my newly calibrated lenses from my friend. I had to travel to Alabang because it's where her clinic is. I just managed to make friends with her while I was on my area assignments. I'm really happy about my new glasses cause it looks so hip and suits my face really well. I paid her for her work and asked for her call card just in case I would know someone who needs a pair of spiffy spectacles.

On my way back to Quezon City, everything was clearer and vivid. I can see faces clearly now. It's like everything is back in HD. I had to take a bus to Magallanes so that I could ride the MRT to Cubao. Bus rides in EDSA are lies from the devil. It would take me at least 1 hour to get to Cubao if I rode a bus from Alabang. I could sleep all the way, but the problem is, I have a long neck and it hurts when I rest my head on the seat. I am a giraffe by the way.

So there, I got to Magallanes really quick. Waited in queue to get my pass. Got into the train.

I always put my head down to avoid being seen. I stand out quite literally. But the problem is, when I bow my head, it gets harder to breathe. The air is humid and smells of humanity. So I extend my neck and close my eyes. The moment I do, I feel judging and scrutinizing eyes turn my way. 

Ah, there it is.

I can never seem to dodge "them" can't I?

SO, I put on my earphones and bob my head to Fall Out Boy's Save Rock and Roll. Spacing out in a very confined space. Then, next come the nudges, the pokes, the swipes. Hmm. Ok. Nothing scary yet.

I keep on pretending that I don't give a fuck and I'm insensitive. At the corner of my eye though, I see two guys making out at the back of the train. They're either ninjas or no one else gives a fuck as well. Ok. Then they caught me gawking at them. I'm like "I didn't see anything, please continue."

Suddenly, they both grinned at me. I died a thousand times inside. I'm in trouble.

I remained calm and quickly took a seat when some lady got off the train at Guadalupe station. Yay! Dangers averted.

I therefore conclude that the MRT is still a volatile niche. It's dangerous and exciting at the same time. I never get bored of the MRT. Except I hate it when I can't even breathe properly or getting my ass grabbed or getting elbowed in the gut. But I can't really complain because it is still one of the most efficient and cheap ways to travel from north to south and vice versa.