It's like one of those sunless dusks when the jeepney's unabashed roar keeps piercing through everyone's ears.
Cars seem to mumble among themselves with all the beep beep here and there.
Long queues of colorful manly looking vehicles start at a white line where three languid lights (red, yellow and green) look down upon.
And everyone is either grumbling at her watch, tinkering with his cell phone or hushing her baby to sleep or nitpicking over how hopeless the Philippine economy is (because some time-slackening traffic offers them wonderful time to do so).
Or staring blankly at everything, unabashed, roaring and silent.
