not a good way to start the week.
July 07, 2008as most of you know, i live in malabon. for those that are geographically challenged, malabon is located up north, near valenzuela and bulacan. malabon is frequented by floods, home of the original pancit malabon, and we have a lot of patis factories (so yeah, y'all can stop with the malabon jokes now.) everyday i travel from our place to makati, where i work. it usually takes me roughly an hour and a half from home to the office, which makes commuting a bitch.
anyhoo, i woke up around 6:15 this morning, intending to ride the the direct-to-ayala FX at a nearby terminal 10 minutes away. i needed to be early because i have a 5pm deadline and i wanted to get a good headstart. i ate breakfast, talked a bit with my grandparents, and proceeded to take a shower (and by "shower" i meant "balde at tabo".) now one of the things i don't understand about myself is how i manage to waste so much time doing abso-fucking-lutely nothing. when i got to my room, i glanced at my now-malfuntioning alarm clock and was aghast with what i saw: it was almost 7:45! how could that be?! the last trip FX left around 8! i hurriedly dressed up, brushed my teeth and zoomed out the door. please let me make it. pleasepleaseplease. beads of sweat started to appear on my neck and scalp, taunting me, making me more agitated by the second. i recognized the signs. i was having one of my sweat sessions again. i never got why my body always seems to pump out sweat a lot more than the average person. and it was still morning! i whipped out my trusty hanky which i grabbed right before i left and wiped my brow. a weird, violent sensation rippled through my skin. i felt sick as i realized that i accidentally got my sister's, which was part silk. and boys and girls, we all know how silk doesn't absorb liquids that much. my sweat spread across my face and i felt my back start to get damp too as we neared the terminal. when i got there, i let out an audible groan: they were gone. the FXs. my ride. my ticket to easy commuting. fuck. one alternative left.
the LRT. *cue ominous music*
the LRT, much like the MRT, is hella CROWDED, moreso during early mondays. i dreaded the thought as the jeepney continued its slow pace. my sweat was coming in torrents now, my shirt completely soaked. why the fuck do you have to stop in front of EVERYONE on the street, dude?! i thought. just GO goddammit! the driver stared ahead with a blank look, oblivious to my anger. i wanted to strangle him. the girl seated next to me (who was a nursing student i presume) kept looking at me as i shifted uncomfortably in my seat. i knew because i could feel her eyes on me. i could imagine her going "oh my god, this dude sweats a lot! these are the symptoms for what ailment again? *checks textbook*" finally, we reached the end of the route. i got down as quickly as i could, and started walking towards the LRT station which was a good 5 minutes away.
by the time i reached the LRT platform i was literally wet, my relatively good mood from earlier was completely gone. the train came and i got in and was lucky enough to grab a seat, but the sheer volume of people made it virtually impossible to be comfortable. for that same reason the aircon seemed absent too. the idea of going back home and calling in sick seemed very tempting. the train reached gil puyat and i got down with the rest of the herd, agitation now in full throttle. i hurried to the spot where i usually hailed cabs. nothing in sight. fuck it, i thought. looks like i'll have to take an FX to ayala. where is it.... oh look, a line. i wonder what these people are doing lin--- wait. that's. the. line. for. the. FX. great. i took my place at the end of the line and waited. and waited. then waited some more. where is that fucking FX?!?! the sweat started pouring down my back again. fuck. a good 15 minutes later it came, like a fucking camel in a desert of despair. i got in and felt a little of my anger subside. it was cold! not arctic cold, but cold nonetheless! halle-fucking-lujah! i settled contentedly on my seat as the FX rolled out towards ayala. my elation was short-lived however, when i realized something: the FX won't pass by directly in front of our office.
i had one 10 minute walk left. FUCK.
i hate commuting.
15 comments
i know how you feel...but the difference is...i don't sweat that much! hehehe
ReplyDeletejhan: lucky you then. bah.
ReplyDeletebtw i am still wringing the sweat off my shirt.
hyperhydrosis. that's what it's called. i think. =)
ReplyDeletelei: geez, thanks. you know what yould be more useful? if you had commented about the CURE for it. right? right. :p
ReplyDeleteclassic. so what time did u arrive?
ReplyDeletebes: well, i got in around 9:20 beeeyotch! howsya like that, huh??
ReplyDeletesighs. so i was compelled to look up a "cure" or at least a remedy. read on:
ReplyDeleteyou would need--- An outpatient procedure that typically takes less than one hour, called ETS or Endoscopic Thoracic Sympathectomy, which has a success rate of over 98% for most types of cases. Endoscopic Transthoracic Sympathectomy (or Sympathicotomy) means cutting the sympathetic nerve (sympathicotomy) or removing a sympathetic ganglion (sympathectomy). ETS is performed under general anaesthesia and involves passing a telescope across the chest cavity from incision(s) near the armpit. The lung is depressed by passing carbon dioxide into the chest cavity to permit a good view of the sympathetic chain which is then treated as above. The CO2 is then removed from the chest and the lung re-inflated. ETS is destruction of part of the sympathetic chain (by cautery or resection).
good luck.
lei: uh.. passing a telescope across the CHEST CAVITY from INCISION?!?! what the HELL does my chest have to do with me being sweaty???
ReplyDeleteOJ, sa Tinajeros, may sakayan din ng fx, dun ako sumasakay, and until 9 am yung last trip dun. :P
ReplyDeleteyou should try switching your current bath soap to brand x, ^_^..
ReplyDelete(this time around, il make sure this comment wont appear anonymous anymore, heheh )
z: i know, right? i swear one day i'm going to snap and just punch everyone in sight.
ReplyDeleteace: ayoko dun! anlayo puntahan galing sa min. pawis x 5 yun!
kai: so that was you! haha. what's brand x? :p
two rides lang ah... baba ka ng Francis, sakay ka papunta ng tulay. baba ka ng Villarba Street (may sumisigaw ng Yala-yala-yala-he-hey)
ReplyDeleteyun na... plus.. 65 pesos lang fare sa min :P
ace: chong, alam ko yun, kaya nga alam kong hassle for me. ayoko ng madaming sakay-sakay pa. dati tinry ko na dun, ayoko na umulit. try ko ulit sige. :p
ReplyDeleteHi Larry =) been checking out your blog and I like the way you write. May I suggest you try Driclor. It's available in mercury drugstore. Php 800 - 900. You can google reviews of it. =)
ReplyDeleteHi po san po kayo sumasakay sa malabon papunta ayala? San po yung terminal n fx?
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