I’ve been taking the MRT almost everyday the past 2 years and I’d like to believe that much like the other Manila commuters out there, I won’t have a hard time going around when I go abroad just because I’ve been to hell and back. Like when you’ve survived being trampled on by rabid korean popstar fangirls and nothing in life can faze you anymore. Yeah.
So lemme share with you some of the interesting “characters” I’ve encountered inside the train. I won’t include anymore that motherfucker who stole my wallet last June, which is really retarded as I ALWAYS ride the all-female coach *tears hair*. Zen, Kring… Zen.
Anyway, one time, I was already seated and then this girl came in from another station, stood in front of me and held onto the circural thing on the horizontal bars. Pretty normal, huh? Well, not until she lifted her arms ‘coz good lord, I saw a forest over there! I think she hadn’t shaved in a month or so and she was wearing this low-cut spaghett-strapped top, which kind of boggled me. I mean, why wear sleeveless tops when you haven’t shaved? Thing is, she looked like a nice, sweet girl, a little on the chubby side, and she even smiled at the other passengers so I thought what the hell, maybe she just lost her razor. Or maybe she’s half French.