Commuting is no joke when you’re traveling from South to North five times a week for six months now. This is where I take the phrase “daily grind” literally. I usually anticipate riding the MRT everyday with fear, most especially during the rush hour in the evening. A part within me dies every time I see a long line waiting for me. But that doesn’t end there yet. Wait until the MRT cars arrive, will you only know hell on earth has commenced.
Within the duration of riding the MRT, I have already had my fair share of mind-blowing experience. I swear, people just immediately turn into monsters in a jam-packed MRT! System, please.
On the brighter but rarer side of things, I happen to be in my favorite spot in the MRT today. Jackpot! It’s the end part of the car where there is a rail to lean on. Miraculously, only few passengers where standing when I hopped on it on my way home. Ahhh, the comfort of propping your elbows on to the rail, just chillin’ and reading an e-book. No sweaty arms or other protruding body parts of strangers getting in my way.
Partial bliss. Simple joy.
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