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There’s been a change in plans. My move date has been rescheduled- I’m moving out on the 29th instead of the 15th. Even so, my co-worker and would-be roommate Lyza becomes my housemate the day after tomorrow. My family is adopting her until we move out. I’m getting a new sister haha. It should make for an interesting 2 weeks. Full house!
Of course, all that also means another two weeks of MRT hell. It’s not healthy riding it. Not only does it give you the urge to commit acts of violence against your fellow passengers, it’s so crowded that you can get bruises and become infected by a million different flu viruses and random bacteria in the air. We were practically breathing each other’s lungs in there. The good news is that we found a way to by-pass the rush hour crowd. Going home from GC, it’s to take the train Ayala-Taft-Cubao. Seats galore!
By the way, my judgment is probably impaired now. See, I know someone whom I always believed was gay. That was my very first impression; it’s one of those things that you just know. Instantly. And was I ever wrong. Oh geez, I was off by a few hundred miles on the radar.
He recently became the topic of conversation between my friends and I- they say he’s been asking about me. That got me wondering, “are we talking about the same person here?” And we were and I learned that I was the only one who thought he was gay. Wow. I really, always thought he was. I had absolutely no doubt about it. I believed! I could barely keep myself from saying that. He is, to my complete and utter shock, straight. Not that being straight is a horrible thing, but how could I have been so wrong? I am so bothered by the fact that everyone except me thought he was straight. Argh.
We’ve recently transferred to our new, insanely huge, insanely equipped, and insanely expensive hospital. I like that it’s insane, but whoa, I am not kidding when I say “huge”. It’s like one gigantic complex made up of three buildings. The hallways go on forever. And I mean FOREVER. I’ve only been inside one of the three buildings, and I haven’t even seen all the floors yet. I should’ve expected that though, since the whole place is located in GC, about 3 cities away from where I live. The way I see it, a block in GC would be equal to 2 or 3 “normal” blocks.
Anyway, I’ve been taking the MRT to GC for the past week. Commuting to GC isn’t much of a problem (even if I lose sleep waking up veeery early to beat the morning crowd), it’s getting home that drives me crazy! You can’t help but want to kill. Riding the train from Ayala/Guadalupe to Cubao during the rush hour is like going to war. The MRT’s a battlefield. Or a trash compactor. You’d feel way more comfortable in a sardines can.
I don’t think I can take commuting to GC once we start on shifting schedules, so I spent about two months looking for a nearer place to rent. I was lucky enough to find a room (at one of my friends’ house, oh yeah). I love that her unit’s number is 133, same as the number of my house. I’m moving out next weekend so I guess I have to start packing as early as now.
Bye bye family. I’ll be home on weekends maybe. I hope I don’t get separation anxiety.
