Mongkok

We just love to eat. That's why last Friday, Nimmy and I tried this Chinese resto in Greenbelt 5. Nothing fancy to talk about, but we just love their fried rice and their beef broccoli, to die for. 

Let me warn you though, this entry has nothing to do with food. 

I just remembered four short years ago, I had a very memorable experience. I was on my way to Makati to do some errands. I rode an air-conditioned bus going to Ayala. Just right in the corner of Timog-Edsa, I felt something terrible. A gush of cool air became so poignant, yet I'm perspiring. Sweat started becoming conspicuous on my forehead. I felt very uncomfortable. I felt an armageddon inside my tummy. 

I decided to put an end to this and the only way to do it is an exodus to the nearest throne - a comfort station. 

I took off in front of bus stop in Farmer's Cubao. Rushed my way to Mercury Drug's convenient store and bought wet wipes. It was an excruciating moment and the cashier is very uncooperative. Her lethargic strokes in accepting my payment and all the shebangs deserves a flying kick right pass her neck. It was the logical thing to do that moment. 

I rushed towards men's room in the second floor and with all the might I muster, released the biggest nemesis in that very predicament. 

So I thought it was over. 

Right after fixing all the stuff I need to, I headed home. I was walking Makati Avenue when suddenly, the mayor texted (gay idiom for LBM). Ugh. It was a trying moment indeed. I saw Mcdonald's corner Makati Avenue corner Jupiter. For apparent reason, it's going to be a target place for yours truly. 

Two guys were in. One inside the cubicle and the other one in the urinal. The guy in the urinal then went outside and the guy in the cubicle went to the lavatory. Just when I was about to enter the cubicle, the guy (around 40-45 years old) stood in front of me, blocking the door and was insinuating for a carnal activity. 

I was shocked to death.

It's like a matter of clear and present danger. My only retort, "Bakla ka, umalis ka sa harapan ko, di ko na mapipigilan 'to." (You faggot, get lost, I can't control this anymore.) I unbuttoned my pants, dropped it knee-level, sat and finally there was an inaudible explosion. 

I was startled. This guy just doesn't want to give up. He knocked several times until I heard Koreans speaking. 

Thank God for Koreans. 

Before stepping out McDonalds, I bought lime soda to help ease out the crankiness of my stomach. I survived that day. 

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Fast forward, just like I said, last Friday Nimmy and I went to eat in Mongkok. As we are about to head out, I felt it again. 

I was agitated and I felt this hair-raising thing again. 

As a veteran on this type of scenarios, I always have my wet-wipes in my bag. I'm happy their comfort stations are just near the resto. Few brisk-walks, I got to do what's needed. 

Then again, as I stepped outside, I saw two Europeans chatting in the lavatory. I just find it weird. Koreans then Europeans. 

What's next? Spare me please. 

So much for a soup entry. Take care people.