Remembering The Saddest Day in Existence

Going home from school yesterday was a bit of a drag. Aside from the fact that it was raining and I didn’t have a freakin’ umbrella (mine was stolen at Mc Donald’s a few weeks back. Give me back my umbrella a-hole!!!), the trains (LRT and MRT) were uber slow getting from one station to another. So, while I was waiting for the MRT to come along at the Cubao station, I overheard this girl talking to herself (yep, talking to herself XD). From what I could see, she was probably a nursing student (she had the uniform and some books in her hands), she was a bit short, but not half bad in the aesthetics department. Here’s the part that I heard:
“Haaay… eto na ang pinakamalungkot na araw sa buhay ko…”

Apparently, she noticed that I overheard her. She smiled at me and said

“Sorry, ganito lang talaga ako pag wala ako makausap, kinakausap ko sarili ko. Wala pa ko nakakausap since this morning eh…”

I chuckled, then I smiled in return and said “Uhhh.. Okay lang…”

After that brief dialogue, we both minded our own business. I know I should have probably started a conversation, seeing as she told me she hasn’t talked to anyone since this morning, and seeing that she was kinda cute, but I didn’t. Why? Because I’m shy and my mind started to wonder and did I say I was shy?

But honestly, though I was shy, my mind REALLY did wonder. What she said to me reminded me of my own saddest day; a day when I didn’t talk to a single solitary soul.

I was in my second year in college, it was the second semester and I had just shifted into AB Euro (my third course in the Ateneo). I didn’t know anyone in the classes I went to so I generally just kept my mouth shut during class. That particular day was a Wednesday; I left home at around 5:45 AM in order to get to my 7:30 class on time. Everyone at home was still asleep because my brother and sister didn’t have class that day (which also meant I had to fix my own breakfast XD). After a long commute to school, I got to class (PE), I sat at the back and minded my own business. After class, I went to the Library to read a novel (kalimutan ko na kung ano, “Laro sa Baga” ata, hahaha) and wait for my 10:30 class. When 1030 came, I went to my class (Fil 14, ugh… blah blah blah capitalism sux, blah blah blah why not try socialism… blah blah blah hail JoMa Sison) and minded my own business. I ate lunch alone at 11:30, then I went to the library to continue reading my book until 1:30. When 1:30 came along, I went to my class (Eco, sisiw) and minded my own business. My next class (accounting 10 or what I’d like to call accounting for idiots) at 2:30 pm was a free cut because we had a test at 6 pm. I went back to the library, not to study but to continue reading my book; I thought the test was gonna be a piece of cake. When the clock hit 6, I went to Escaler to take the test. The test was a piece of cake but it was depressingly long, I left at around 9:15 pm. I had a late dinner at Jollibee alone. After dinner, I started my long commute home (which was exceptionally longer that day due to traffic). I got home at around 11:30 pm. Everyone was asleep. I took a shower, and then I lay down on my bed feeling sorry for myself and my pathetic little existence.

During that day, I did not have a single conversation with anyone. The only things that came out of my mouth that were directed at other people were:
1. “bayad po”, “para po” (nung nag cocommute)
2. “isang chicken strips at isang tang” (during lunch)
3. “isang meal number 3, go-large ung drink” (during dinner)

After I recalled my experience, I felt I could totally relate to this girl who probably just went through the same experience I did. I suddenly had the urge to start a conversation with her. Maybe having someone to talk to during the train ride home would probably help her a lot. I know it would’ve helped me a lot if some one had talked to me on that stupid day long ago. Plus, she really was kinda cute. But just as I was about to make my move, the train was already at the Shaw station, my stop. Shoot. Oh well… I just smiled at her again (she smiled back) and walked out of the train trying to look as cool as possible in the process.

Dammit! I really should’ve talked to her!! That was my Sassy Girl moment right there and I let it slip away because I remembered something stupid about me!! Curse me and my egotism!!

As a tribute to this experience, here’s a song post; I BELIEVE by Jimmy Bondoc (from the My Sassy Girl Sountrack)

I Believe
Na ikaw lang at ako…
Sana ay, mahal mo rin ako…

Joke lang!! Jimmy Bondoc ampota!!! Hell No!! Not in my blog!! Yuck!! Sh*t!! So Jologs…