Rush Hours = Major Suckage

I hate rush hours with a passion.

Well, who doesn’t? If you enjoy rubbing bodies with random strangers, who, more often than not smell strange, whilst waiting for the next stop of your train, chances are you had a screwed up childhood.

You see, I live in the Novaliches/Fairview area but my office is in Ortigas and I commute to and fro work (No, my ‘rents won’t allow me to rent a condo unit/apartment ‘coz I’m sheltered like that). To those who aren’t from Manila or Pinas, it’s like living in New York and working in Houston. My place is so far, I think we already have a different timezone here.

But that’s not the point. I don’t have a car and unlike in college, I can’t just ask for my dad to fetch anytime I want. So to get to my work, I have to take a jeepney to a nearby mall, then an FX to the MRT station, take the train and then another jeepney to my office. I, indeed am a winner.

I really don’t mind going through all those to get to my office but when I have to do it during rush hours, the little breeding left in me basically just vaporizes into thin air. Imagine: It’s really really really hot and you’ve been waiting for a ride for 20 minutes already, along with 27485903 other commuters desperate to get to school/work. An empty FX soon arrives and though it looks like a rejected, decapitated member of the Transformers, you run with all your might and push your way inside. As expected, the air conditioning is a joke and there’s but a tiny fan providing you all with ventilation. You could swear that your dog’s breath is even colder than the inside of that PUV. You’re almost late and the traffic’s terrible. Then the fat guy sitting beside you falls asleep with his head on your shoulder and drools on your shirt. Tell me, can anyone blame you if you start stabbing his eyes out with a plastic spork?!?! NOOOOOOO, I SAY!

Excuse the photo. Please blame it on the lack of photoshop this side of my laptop.

But that’s not the worse that can happen to you (hold-ups, picking of pockets and bag-slashing, anyone?) and I’m sure any commuter in Metro Manila can relate to this. Chances are, during rush hours, buses and trains are jampacked with people and unnecessary touching, caressing and fondling happen. I may not have experienced it before but hell, it was kinda close. And awkward.

I was on my way to school then for my 8am class when my left non-existent boob got itchy so I scratched it. I could barely move inside and must’ve unknowingly poked the right boob of the lady seated beside me and she went all batshit crazy. She was like “Miss, what’s wrong with you?! ZOMG MOLESTOR! *flails arms in shock*” Looking back at it I should’ve bitchslapped her with a dildo but I was drained of all energy from studying the night before, hence, I just shrugged (and imagined her with red dildo mark on her cheek).

I know I shouldn’t be complaining. More people have it worse. Hell, some of my officemates are from Bulacan or Cavite even! That’s like living in L.A. and working in Guatemala. I guess I should just be thankful that I don’t have a 9-6 job and if I don’t have to do anything at the office, I don’t have to come to work. Shuddup. Don’t glare at me. I still hate rush hours.

ps: I didn’t realize that it’s already been a month and 2 days since I opened this blog. So far, I’ve only had 800 hits, which is beyond gay. I wonder how I’d get more readership for this sad blog…

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