Commute tayo
I was cleaning up my e-files and found this. I wrote it last April 5, 2005 and forgot all about it until tonight. Better late than never I guess.
All my life I’ve been a frequent commuter. Tricycles, pedicabs, jeepneys, buses, trains, Tamaraw FXs. The commute can be a hassle sometimes – the 35*C heat of summer, the icky feeling of wet feet during the rainy season, the mad scramble for a seat, the terror of dying with a cab/ jeepney driver gone amok, the shock of unruly hair at the office entrance (“mahangin sa labas?”), and the agony of bearing a raging stomach in a bus that won’t move.
Whatever the heartaches, or tummy aches for that matter, I will still commute. I probably would have turned out a different person had I not been exposed to the perils and joys (what joys?) of the commuting life. Perhaps I’m too lazy right now to elaborate or simply cheering myself up because I’m broke and unable to buy my own car.
My point, however, is that all these public transport vehicles didn’t just bring me to Project 6, UP Diliman, Makati, Divisoria, Vito Cruz, my office, and countless other places. They led me to an unexpected field trip of virtues. Patience (lots and lots of it), humor, and humility I found in the heart of Manila’s smoke belching, gut-wrenching, death-defying PUVs.
All my life I’ve been a frequent commuter. Tricycles, pedicabs, jeepneys, buses, trains, Tamaraw FXs. The commute can be a hassle sometimes – the 35*C heat of summer, the icky feeling of wet feet during the rainy season, the mad scramble for a seat, the terror of dying with a cab/ jeepney driver gone amok, the shock of unruly hair at the office entrance (“mahangin sa labas?”), and the agony of bearing a raging stomach in a bus that won’t move.
Whatever the heartaches, or tummy aches for that matter, I will still commute. I probably would have turned out a different person had I not been exposed to the perils and joys (what joys?) of the commuting life. Perhaps I’m too lazy right now to elaborate or simply cheering myself up because I’m broke and unable to buy my own car.
My point, however, is that all these public transport vehicles didn’t just bring me to Project 6, UP Diliman, Makati, Divisoria, Vito Cruz, my office, and countless other places. They led me to an unexpected field trip of virtues. Patience (lots and lots of it), humor, and humility I found in the heart of Manila’s smoke belching, gut-wrenching, death-defying PUVs.