Saturday, November 24, 2012

My Life in a Bus.

When I was commuting to U. P. Diliman (the Philippine state university) many years ago, I'd take the jeepney (U.S.-converted military jeep) from Mandaluyong (a city in Metro Manila) to Quiapo of the famed Black Nazarene and then transfer to a bus which went straight inside the state university.

There were two bus companies that plied the Quiapo - Diliman route: the JD Bus and the MD.

JD was a bit smaller and was colored pink and MD was bigger and was off white.

The JD conductress wore a crisp, (pwedeng tumayo dahil sa almirol) pink uniform, and MD employed male conductors who wore grey shirt and pants.

Those bus trips took about less than hour. Once the bus went under the Quaipo underpass and up onwards to Espana, you'd be in the Welcome Rotonda in less than ten minutes, and then on to Quezon Boulevard, on to the Delta Circle, and right onto the Eliptical Road.

Elliptical Road/Rotonda was a huge expanse of green grass and the the Quezon City Hall was an imposing structure.  The U.P. Teacher's Village was a landmark, and when the bus turned right at the corner of Philcoa to the road leading the University, it was a wide, uncluttered lane.
Elliptical Road of yesteryear.

Then you saw the U.P. Oblation and this freshman's heart was aflutter - tense on the very first semester.

Luckily, U.P. had the block system in force then, so we freshmen  had the same classmates in all our classes, English 11, Math 11, Humanities 11, Spanish 11, etc.  We only had classes leading to our major or specialization on our second/third years.

The buses plying Manila and towns off Manila were not air conditioned; the first air con bus came after Martial Law had been imposed, and it was called the Love Bus.
The Manila Love Bus, first rolled down Manila streets a few years after Martial Law had been declared

So JD and MD had their windows wide open. I remember JD had those lawanit-type, pull down windows. I actually preferred the MD bus because it was bigger and had wider alleys so when there were no more seats available and you had to stand up, it was more comfortable.

Pickpockets were rare then, so passengers were more relaxed.

When our family car was not available and we had to go home to our home province, our family took either the Bautista Liner or the Baliwag Transit. The Bautista Liner ceased operation many years ago, but the Baliwag Transit is still robustly transferring commuters to many points in Central and Northern Luzon today.

Those Baliwag trips, though rare, were memorable.  We usually clustered at the back of the bus, being a large family of ten, and one relative was a conductor, so he'd arrange for our seats in advance

Once, we went to Baguio and took the air conditioned Pantranco Bus at its terminal in Quezon City. I was with my aunt and two sisters and we had the late comedienne Dely Atay Atayan as co-passenger.

And right after Martial Law was declared, we travelled up Philippine north on a Pantranco bus, too, and had soldiers stopping the trip and inspecting the bus and passengers more than once. It was a scary ride.

In Jersey city, bus was my main means of transportation when I worked in Manhattan. I would wait at the corner of West side for the bus going to Journal Square where I transferred to the Path Train for the last stop at the World Trade.

When I moved to Sayreville, New Jersey, I had a daily bus commute from Jersey to 47th street, and then I'd walked up to 57th.

In Toronto, I rarely take the bus, but when I do it is the  Metro wherein you paid one fare and included a transfer, either to the subway or another connecting bus ride.
Toronto Transit Bus bound for Warden in Scarborough

Metro Toronto offers special discounted rates to students and you can purchase  a monthly pass or a weekly pass which give more savings than daily tokens.

On a trip to the west coast recently, we took the Greyhound bus from Las Vegas to L.A., all five hours of it and stopped to eat at a Mexican resto featuring Filipino pancit and adobo. 
Greyhound Bust stop at Barrow, CA

Of course vacations packages always included bus or coach tours.


Today Metro Manila has over one hundred bus liners jockeying up for thousands of Metro Manila passengers. Add to these those provincial buses and you'd get a nightmarish traffic situation, especially on holidays.
Holiday commuters at a Manila bus terminal

During my youth, a cousin of mine who'd be going home to Nueva Ecija would wait in Balintawak for a Baliwag bus coming from the North, boarded it and travelled up to the terminal in Grace Park where his family was waiting for the trip back North. 

Cubao has the most number of terminals, there's the Baliwag, Victory, and numerous others with provincial routes.  Dangwa, a transport institution, still operates at its Laon Laan terminal and also known for its flower merchants, who peddle flowers from Baguio.
Flower shop at the Dangwa Terminal in Sampaloc

There was a bus liner that travelled to southern provinces and had a terminal in Pasay, called BLTBCo.  (Batangas Laguna Tayabas Bus Co.) wherein I took a bus going to Taal one time. It was the oldest bus company in the Philippines, having been founded in 1918 right after the first world war.  It is now merged with another bus company.

At Commonwealth Avenue, the prevailing speed limit is 60 km/h. It was imposed because of many road accidents mainly caused by over speeding buses.

Friday, November 16, 2012

The Magic is Off.

A lot of the things that gave us the "oohs and the aahs" when we were kids are gone today.

The "perya," or the local fairway as we know it in the Philippines has long been gone.  No more "karera ng daga," - that little white mouse - that went in and out of numbered cubes and made you win.

No more swimming at the Manila Bay in Paranaque, no more "karetela" (horse drawn carriage) rides, no more twenty-centavo fare to U.P. Diliman, no more peso and twenty cent-cinemas.

The childhood is gone and so is the magic.

As adults we anticipate excitement at every turn.  We look forward to surprises from our spouses and children.  We cling to our seats as the plane taxies in the runway of an international airport for our holiday.  We salivate over high tech accessories and fast cars.

But the magic of adulthood can be gone, too, in an instant. 

That prized golf clubs will be put away when arthritis sets in.  The vacation may become too exhausting as emphysema takes hold, or the fancy restaurants may no longer appeal as hypertension and diabetes conquer the body.

But magic can stay forever if we continue to re-create it in our lives. Cliche but true.

We can always put a smile into our hearts and faces as we awake each day.  We can feel the magic of His creation as we look into the sky and the moon at night. 

We can experience magic as we give love to our beloved ones.

To some people, there's magic as they write.  To some, the magic is in singing praises to the Lord.  To others, magic happens when the children grow up as decent human beings.  And still to others, magic can be in the form of wonderful relationships and friendships.



Hocus pocus is no magic. It's a trick. it's like false friendships, or scams, or dubious businesses, dirty politics or self-righteous people.


Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Tablea for Two.

After finishing some business activities yesterday, we hied off to Global City to check on some merchandise.

As we passed the Metro Supermarket at the lower level, we noticed a food stand selling "hot chocolate."  Earlier in the day, we missed the breakfast fare at ADB which always included hot cocoa.

So at Metro, we couldn't contain our longing for the hot chocolate and immediately bought a cup. Lo and behold, it tasted "watery."

And there I was pining for the "Pinoy tsokolate."

When we were growing up, our Mum and Aunt served piping hot "tsokolate" on New Year's eve and day. Walang palya, (no miss). Mum had the wooden "batidor," which she used to stir the pot of chocolate. And she served the hot drink with grounded peanuts in fancy and tiny cups and saucers.

Wooden stirrers or "batidor"
Tsokolateng Pinoy, tablea purchased at the recent Trade
 Fair in Megamall.
Batangas has the best cacao in the Philippines. In college, we used to ask our Batanguena friend to bring back cacao whenever she went home to the province.

While the first cacao plantations were established in Batangas, Davao ranks today as the number one producer of cacao in the Philippines.

Last Saturday, Toyz bought "tablea" at the Trade Fair at the Megamall.  It was from the Visayan region. Ordinarily, Toyz  stocks up on the Antonio de Fuego tablea, which we even use in cooking champorado. A niece from San Jose, California always asks her Mum for the cacao tablea as pasalubong.


So early morning I placed two tableas bought at the Trade Fair in a pot and presto, tsokolateng Pinoy, an early traditional Filipino Yuletide drink.

Yummy. Masarap.


Tsokolate with hot pan de sal.


 

Sunday, November 11, 2012

Another Canadian visits P.I.


News item from Philippine Inquirer, dated Nov. 11, 2012 @ www.inquirer.net

"Visiting Canadian Prime Minister Stephen Harper sees the Philippines as “an emerging Asian tiger,” agreeing with the bullish outlook on the country of political and business leaders from many other parts of the world.

To demonstrate Canada’s confidence in the Philippine economy, Harper pledged to increase Canadian investment in the country during his meeting with President Aquino in MalacaƱang on Saturday.

Bilateral trade between Canada and the Philippines amounts to US$1.5 billion.
Mr. Aquino and Harper agreed to cooperate on defense and trade, and committed to people-to-people exchanges between the Philippines and Canada."

Saturday, November 10, 2012

Pitong Gatang.

I'm not talking about seven scoops of rice but the song popularized by Fred Panopio in the early 60's.

The song Pitong Gatang humorously speaks of neighbourhood tales, those spun and told among tambays or buddies while having rounds of beer or hard liquor.

The song is dear to my heart because the neighbourhood where I grew up was nicknamed Pitong Gatang by the grown up men.  It was a small enclave which sat around my Aunt's property, and also called Blue Water because of its proximity to the Pasig River.

Those where the days when there was no drug (shabu) problem, no home invasion, tricycles were unknown, when jeepney plying the Punta-Quiapo route cost 20 centavos and jeepneys were only 8-seaters, and when the first heinous crime - the RCA robbery and axe murder- took place (in 1963).
The crime was later made into a movie by the movie outfit, Dalisay Pictures.


Cousin Gil loves to sing this song in his gigs and at home parties, and happily annoys his female sisters and cousins as he reverts to this song over and over. And my late uncle, Tio Peping, used to sing it during drinking sprees.

Pitong Gatang evokes the simpleness of Filipino life back then, its simple woes and camaraderie among magkakapitbahay (neighbours).

PITONG GATANG
by Fred Panopio

Dito sa Pitong Gatang, sa tabi ng Umbuyan
May mga kasaysayan akong nalalaman
Ito ay hindi tsismis, napag-uusapan lang
Yo de le hi ho, walang labis , walang kulang

May isang munting tindahan sa bukana ng Umbuyan
At sa kanto ng kalye Pitong Gatang
Dito ay nag-uumpukan ang ilang pilyong istambay
Na walang hanapbuhay kundi ganyan

Ito ay hindi tsismis, napag-uusapan lang
Yo de le hi ho, walang labis , walang kulang

Ngunit bakit mayroong tao na katulad kong usyoso
At sa buhay ng kapwa'y usisero
Kung pikon ang iyong ugali at hindi pasensiyoso
Malamang oras-oras basag-ulo

Ito ay hindi tsismis, napag-uusapan lang
Yo de le hi ho, walang labis , walang kulang

(2x)
Yodelehihoo...

Imposible ang maglihim, kung ikaw ay mayroong secret
Sa Pitong Gatang lahat naririnig
At kung ibig mong mabuhay nang tahimik na tahimik
Mag-patay-patayan ka bawat saglit

Ito ay hindi tsismis, napag-uusapan lang
Yo de le hi ho, walang labis , walang kulang


Itong aking inaawit, ang tamaa'y huwag magalit
Ito naman ay bunga lang n'yaring isip
Ang Pitong Gatang kailanman ay di ko maiwawaglit
Tagarito ang aking iniibig

Yodelehihoo...
Yodelehi, yodelehi, oh ho yodelehihi
 Oh ho yodelehihi

Watch Fred Panopio video here.






Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Heaven can wait.

Did you say you want to have the riches to buy what you want? To travel to Europe and Russia? To have the cosmetic surgery that'd bring back your spouse or get a new lover?

We all have different heavens we aim for.

For the rich, sky is the limit. For the poor, the sky is as high as the dormitory ceiling in Sampaloc or the apartment in Bronx in New York. 

Aiming for the moon used to be a good ambition; now aiming for the universe is more like it.

The young are told in very early years to shape up, get a degree, be the best you can be, be like the Donald (Trump), Bill Gates, Steve Jobs, Mark Zuckerberg, Jack Dorsey and other billionaires who started young.

For the poor, just getting out of the slum or ghetto is good enough.

In developing countries, getting three square meals a day is heaven already.



In countries plagued by tribal or religious war, getting alive at the end of the day is a blessing each day.

In drug infested neighbourhoods, not being grazed by a gangsta-bullet or a shabu-crazed bully is a miracle.

An immigrant priest once said in his homily, "I'm visiting my home country so I bought goodies at a discount store like bars of soap and toothpaste. My folks and friends would gladly accept them."

And he continued, "while here in this first world country, people continue to search and complain when there is plenty of food in the table, cars in the garage, cottages at the beach..."

Being rich is no sin. Enjoying the fruits of labour is good.

Being contented is peaceful. Sharing is a virtue.