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“Signal”

The following is a true story (as contributed by quietinkles through her sister’s account on our TPC facebook page’s discussion board)…

It was an uncomfortably hot night. I was on the jeep home, minding my own business, listening to my music, when suddenly, I saw a series of blinking lights emanating from the driver’s dashboard.
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“Magkapatid”

Another short yet interesting, personal experience. The date was August 17, 2009. I was on my routine jeepney ride going to the nearest MRT-3 station. Two pupils, about 9 and 10 years of age, flagged the jeepney and got in. They were siblings—both boys.
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“Shades”

It was the shades that I saw first, before him. From afar, he was looking at me. I raised my left hand to tell him to turn around and come to me. He acknowledged this with an almost imperceptive nod, the Jackie-O shades almost overwhelming the twitch of his facial muscles.
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“Stiletto”

A story that happened three years ago, when I used to frequent MRT-3 Ayala Avenue Station…
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“Sinigang”

This is a story told to me by commuter Tontoronton, who in turn heard it from a friend who experienced it first hand. Still, even with all the story generation loss we claim…

The following is a true story.

As told by Tontoronton’s friend, who we will now refer to as “Sini,”  it started as an ordinary bus ride.
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“Kulangot”

Another true story, personally experienced, and fresh from the oven…

Today, August 4, 2009, I experienced yet another longest 5-minute ride of my life.

08:45
While inside the MRT-3’s train bound for Quezon City, it happened that a seat became available. The train just made its stop at Ortigas Station and was on to its next stop at Santolan Station. Since there was no ladies or seniors around, I gladly took the seat.  I was seated beside this professionally looking middle-aged man. This 40-to-50-ish guy was wearing the typical Filipino business clothes (the Barong Tagalog, not the jusi or piña ones though). He had with him a camouflage backpack.
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“Ipis”

The following is a true story…

This story happened long before the Professional Commuter was born. By so long ago, we mean late 2006. A commuter, who we’ll hide under the alias Lei, experienced a nightmarish taxi ride. How do we know?

Lei: nakaexperience ako ng nightmare taxi ride
Lei: as in ewan ko kung masu-survive mo

Now, when a person talks like that, you ask, “What?”

Lei: yung taxi may 2 ipis sa loob

And if you think that’s not so bad…

Lei: lumilipad
Lei: sigaw ako nang sigaw

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Us commuters spend a big part of our lives in public vehicles. That said, there are bound to lots of stories. It could be that obnoxious office lady at the MRT, the cranky old man, the chatty college girl, the group of sweaty guys. It could be anything. We all have stories to tell.

To start things off, we’ll be posting our own commute stories here. Readers can send their stories to professionalcommuter@gmail.com or join the discussion in our TPC page on facebook. Please click our facebook badge and become a fan.

We’ll be waiting to hear from you!

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