Sometimes, it's best to cry inside the jeep. Your audience are a bunch of passengers who don't care about you and you can cry your heart out without anyone telling you to shut up. Let me re-phrase, one of the best places to cry is among strangers in a jeep.
There was one time I was coming home from the office. This 50-year old lady was baring her soul to her companion, ranting something about her relatives having no sense of "utang-kabubut-on" ( or "utang na loob" in Tagalog). Definitely, it was impossible not to eavesdrop on their conversation but everyone in the jeep tried to appear nonchalant and stoic as she wailed loudly amidst the traffic noise.
Still another incident occurred, this time, while I was going to work. This elderly lady was whispering to someone over the phone, tears flowing down her cheeks. She got off at the Philhealth office along Quimpo Boulevard and anybody could deduce from her destination what her problem was...
And this post ends here ( I was simply narrating a snapshot in the life of a jeepney passenger).
There was one time I was coming home from the office. This 50-year old lady was baring her soul to her companion, ranting something about her relatives having no sense of "utang-kabubut-on" ( or "utang na loob" in Tagalog). Definitely, it was impossible not to eavesdrop on their conversation but everyone in the jeep tried to appear nonchalant and stoic as she wailed loudly amidst the traffic noise.
Still another incident occurred, this time, while I was going to work. This elderly lady was whispering to someone over the phone, tears flowing down her cheeks. She got off at the Philhealth office along Quimpo Boulevard and anybody could deduce from her destination what her problem was...
And this post ends here ( I was simply narrating a snapshot in the life of a jeepney passenger).
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So sad...
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