The Story About A Girl... (True Story)

It was way back first year college when I started to commute and travel to Manila by myself. It was indeed a very different feeling compared to my previous life: travelling with my family. Well I guess that's how life goes, besides, I'm already in college.

My college life began as early as 4:00 in the morning. Well, I needed to woke up that early since my class starts at 7:00. Yes, it was quite difficult and very tiring to do it everyday. As I said, that's how life goes.

I only had one hour to prepare: which includes taking a bath, eating breakfast, brushing my teeth, and suiting up for school. Luckily, we really don't have polos and black pants for uniform, a shirt and pants were enough. At 5:00 A.M., I'm ready go.

The skies were really dark. The wind was so cold. I was just like travelling at night. But although it was too early, there were already a lot of fellow commuters, young and old.

By the time I rode the famous Jeepney, all I think was just to have a safe travel and never be late at school. I didn't imagined there were going to be a lot of surprises that awaits me.


Day by day, different people, different faces. But there was, indeed, an exception: a young lady which seems to be a fellow college freshman. Hmm... Why exceptional? The story begins here:

At first, she was just a common fellow commuter which also travels from TMC, Cavite to Lawton, Manila.

Yes, she also studies in Manila, just like me. But she was wearing civilian clothes, that's why I didn't know from what school she was.

But as days passed by, that young lady became a very familiar face. Most of the time, we traveled in the same jeepney and bus. The problem was, I really don't have the guts to introduce myself to her. I felt that time, she already noticed the same thing: I also became a very familiar face.

Two and a half months had gone by, nothing really happened. I still continue to travel alone every morning. But the girl with the familiar face wasn't there anymore. I really blamed myself why I wasn't able to know her. I even wished and prayed to God for me to see her again. But again, that's how life goes.

The End?

Hmm... not really.

It was in second term when I got a first glimpse of a concert at Mapua. But due my very, very far home, I needed to live by 8:00 P.M. I went home with my dad since he went to a place nearby our school.

I even forgot that Ginebra had a game that night. Luckily, the TV in the bus was on and it shows the PBA. The game was finished just before we went off board. I was glad Ginebra won that game.

When we're inside the jeep, I really felt sleepy so I tried to rest and close my eyes for a while. We were already near the town proper, about 2 kilometers away, I heard a very familiar voice.

A voice which I've heard before. I took a glimpse at that person. She really looks familiar, but I wasn't sure if it was really her.

My question was just answered by the time she said, "Para po!" and went out the jeep. It was indeed that girl, the one with the familiar face. She was already wearing their school's uniform - she studies in Letran.

Too bad she already went off board before I realized that it was really her. It was just another opportunity wasted.

Well, there was one thing I've learned: things really happen at the time you don't expect them to... The End...