The constant and steady hum of the furnace kept me awake all night। I wondered how the night sounded back home in Manila. Were the crickets still chirping as they used to when Mother would make me go to bed? And I wonder if there are still jeepneys passing by, seeming to want to get home and give their aching feet some rest from stepping on the gas. Whoever wanted to become a jeepney driver must have thought it would only be about making oneself familiar with every street and corner. But no, it also calls for mathematical genius to keep an eye on the road while rummaging for change.
Now, why did I dwell on being a jeepney driver? No, i don't think I was a jeepney driver in my past life and I don't know anyone who was. Or maybe, the daily commute must have infused so much in the fibers of my being. Oh my. I did not just become so sappy about taking a ride to and from work.
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