investments...investments...

Every morning, I dread getting on the mrt. Either I get crushed, pushed, or leaned on by some stranger, and frankly, that isn’t really my idea of starting the day right. But then I’ve learned to accept this as part of my morning ritual. Until this morning.

I was already on the platform at 7:10, quite early for my 8:30time in (because it just takes me 45 minutes or less to get to the office). However, I still don’t know what it is, but the trains were just so slow and inefficient that it took more than 6 minutes for one to follow another. And the thing was, people gathered quickly. And there I was, all fresh in my corporate attire. When the first train arrived, I wasn’t able to squeeze myself in. I was crushed, yeah, but I failed to get on the train. I said, ‘that’s ok, maybe the next one will arrive shortly.’ Ha! That’s what I thought. Trains passed and I got pushed by people both getting off and on the train. Can you believe, only after 30 minutes did I get lucky. But not without more shoving and pushing…

So there I was, right smack into the sardine-like atmosphere so early in the morning. When we got to boni station, people who had to get off had to do so in the hardest way possible. Kinda like passing through the birth canal, I guess. It so happened that my bag (my precious red one), was blocking a man’s way out. People were telling him, “excuse lang ho, may bababa pa” and he said, “e may bag dito, e” (of course, referring to my bag). Lo and behold, this man from behind got my bag, lifted it (and I mean really lifted it in such a way that I hoped to high heavens my stuff don’t spill out) and said, “o ayan na ho, labas na kayo.” Alright, so he meant well…but hello…that was MY bag. And I’m so protective of my dear investments that I was shocked at how my beautiful red bag was manhandled (or should I say, baghandled, whatever). Oh well, the joys of commuting, I guess.

Tomorrow will be another day of commuting, but I have to be more careful because I’d be lugging around my other precious investment, my laptop. Today is its 1st birthday, and if my dad knew, he’d ask me where the party hats are…hihi…