I woke up at around 1:30 in the morning and immediately got up from my sleep. I put my cellphone on the alarm but i woke up minutes before it should alarm. I walked from T. Alonzo to Session road holding the things my brother had told me to send him. It took me I think, about 30 minutes to walk to my destination. Arriving at the Victory Liner terminal at Gov. Pack road just below SM, I noticed that the terminal was still dark. The person Mr. Carpio whom I should deliver my brother's stuffs told me that he'll go there at 2:30 and as for me, I got there too early enough. We were supposed to rendezvous there so that he could take the first trip to Olongapo. It was still 2 o'clock and I got an hour to spare. I ate some soup in a foodstore and later try to find some internet shops to enjoy the hour I have instead of just waiting. I go downward to Session Rosd and I found an internet cafe not too far from where I came but unfortunately, there was no internet connection. The operator said that there seemed to have some problem with PLDT. I go to two more internet cafes but the same reply did I receive. I could not just play DotA, I want to surf.
At about 3 am., I go back to the terminal and Mr. Carpio was still not there. I called him many times but I received no reply. The cellphone was unattended. I thought 3 a.m. was the first trip but the place was still dim. In my way to the terminal, at the intersection of Session Road and Gov. Pack road, I've seen a bunch of people, all of them were students and I noticed a girl wearing a SLU jacket similar with ours. I didn't see the face. I only seen the eyes. She covered her mouth with his hair when she turn back and had seen me. I didn't dare even to see her full face. I just tried to recognize the faces of her companions hoping i could get a hint. Probably, someone from my team gave her the jacket. But I'm not yet on the right ground to jump into conclusions but I will try to affirm my speculation. I pray it was not Rona because being with such company would make her a bad girl and I am unable to tink such about her.
Arriving at the terminal, I asked the person there and he told me that Baguio-Olongapo trips were all now in their other terminal at Engineer's hill. I go there (I walked 10 mins. to arrive there) and noticed some PMMA cadets but I didn't dare to talk to them. I also noticed a PMMA cadet while I ws waiting at Gov. Pack and I thought he was Mr. Carpio and I tried to call him but the reply was unattended.
I myself had gone to Olongapo about 3 years ago and we took our trip at Gov. Pack and even when I accompanied my brother to the Terminal going to Olongapo, they took tickets at Gov. Pack. So I walked my way again to Gov. PAck road and finally asked the conductor regarding the first trip and told me that all trips to Olongapo were on their other terminal. It was confirmed. I asked when was the first rip and he told me that it was 3:30. I walked fast to Engineer's Hill again and the security guard told me that the first trip has gone already. I thought I lose him. I didn't stop to call him and while I was in the CR, he called and thanked me for my calls because he was awakened though. He told me he would take the trip at Gov. Pack on 5 o'clock. If he had gone already, I would deliver the things and the money to the PMMAers waiting for their trip. that would be the inconceivable choice. He told me he was on his way. I sat down and tried to converse with the PMMA cadet beside me. Their response was snappy. Soon they asked me who my brother was and soon introduced ourselves and got our cellphone numbers. The female cadet told me that she knew my brother and that they were renting rooms near my brother's in San RAfael. At about 5 o'clock, the bus bound to Olongapo started its engine and people begun to ride including the cadets. Mr. Carpio arrived and I handed him my brother's things and they aboard the bus and rode the ride of their lives. I walked back to T> Alonzo to my cousin's boarding house and fell asleep.
Monday, August 18, 2008
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