the massacre in the train.

it was horrible. HORRIBLE.

I have been working for a bit more than a week now, and I dread taking the rush hour train ride home more than work itself. Of course, work is fun. Great people! busy, but nonetheless rewarding.

But yes, the train ride tonight. It was HORRIBLE.

Other than the usual sardine-ization of people inside the moving tin can, today was even more horrible due to the fact that:

1. the aircon was leaking. YES. aircon leaking. 30-40 people squeezed in each car and there was non-stop dripping from the ceiling. If I had space to roam about, I would dodge all those drops of water with Matrix-like efficiency. But no, I was helpless. All I could do was look up, see the water begin to form up, thicken, and jiggle and wiggle until it's heavy enough to fall on my face. Then I look away. GROSSNESS.

BUT EVEN WORSE.

2. In our cramped up tin can, I still had the benefit of vision: perhaps I could see til about a maximum of a 2-person radius, and that was it. What's even worse was I saw this guy diagonally next to me. He was small in stature, slicked-back hairdo, with lots of grease, and the weird thing was he was making faces every time the train would come to a screeching halt. Well, if you're getting squished up, it's normal to make faces. But this person had ecstatic expressions.

Just a bit of info, I commend the Philippine government for making it a rule to reserve the first two cars of a train for women, children, elderly, and disabled people. So I was in one which is filled with men. now let's put the story into context.

To my horror, again, I saw his nails all painted black, and as the train stopped again, as 3 guys pressed in hard against his body, he smiled yet again, grinned an evil grin, with a twinkle in his eye, and tilted his head back gently and stroked his glistening hair. And by the way, he was wearing some kind of eyeliner, and his shirt was uber uber tight.

I ran away, far far away, to another car.

I can tolerate the heat, the sweat, and the stench. But beyond my power is to tolerate the sight of a _______, less than a foot away from me, having a great time in the midst of a sea of men pressing up against him. Thank goodness I didn't come into any contact with him.

You know what they say about diseases: prevention is better than cure.

I'M OUT!!!