Trusting Strangers

I grew up in Manila in a time where trust is hard to get by. We were indoctrinated never to trust a stranger. But this perhaps is true in many parts of the world.

It was inculcated in our young minds that when a stranger talk to us in the streets, to make sure that we hold our bags more tightly, or check if we still have our wallets. When we are in a public or crowded places, we were told to be sure that we have our valuables close to us and never ever leave them.

When I was commuting to school, I always carry my backpack on my chest (should it be called a chestpack?), since the pickpocket can easily access my bag without me knowing if it is on my back.

We have even been instructed on the so many modus operandi of the mandurukot and snatchers. They usually have accomplices that would distract your attention, while somebody else go for your valuables. But sometimes they just seize your valuables right in front of your face.

Though on a good note, I have heard from my friends and relatives that Manila is much safer now, under the administration of President Duterte. I hope this continues.

I have personally witnessed snatching a few times in the past. I may have been a victim also, as I lost my money once while I was riding in the jeepney. Though I may have just dropped it, as I was a little burara when I was younger.

Once in college, while we were crossing the overpass in España Blvd in front of UST, a snatcher grabbed my classmate’s necklace. He was about to run after the snatcher, but I held him back, knowing that these people were armed and always have accomplices. It was better for him to just lose his necklace than his life.

In another instance when I was in high school, I was in Harrison Plaza when I was approached by somebody asking for the time. Then he stared at my watch suspiciously. It was a Citizen automatic watch, that was given to me by my father on my birthday. I suddenly sensed a bad feeling – like a “spider sense,” that I quickly ran away from him and entered a store where there was a security guard standing by.

One time we were in a food court of a mall, when a distraught lady ask around if anybody saw her bag. I was sure it was stolen perhaps when she was not paying attention.

In recent times cellphones have been the favorite object of snatchers. I even heard of horror stories that people got hurt because they won’t give their cellphones to a holdupper.

Don’t get me wrong. I love my homeland. But these things I don’t miss. For foreigners who are planning to visit Manila, I am not scaring you away, for it really is worth a visit. Just take proper precautions.

Then, I moved to Iowa.

Somehow all the years of my upbringing looking suspiciously to any stranger that comes near me, have to change. I don’t have to be hyper-vigilant all the time. I learned to trust people again.

Few days ago, I had a day off and my wife and I had a breakfast in a restaurant in Des Moines. The place was fairly busy with lots of people coming and going.

A family came and pick a table near us. When they went to the counter to get their order, they left their belongings unattended on the table. Cellphone, car keys, wallet and all!

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It was so unnatural for me to see this, that I have to take a photo.

You may call it naive, but people here are still so trusting. I hope it never change.

It may take me a while to fully let my guard down and leave my cellphone and valuables unattended. Or perhaps I never will.

 

Writings on the Wall

 

My head is light and the walls spinning,

Too much of the “happy hours” again,

Staggering down Manila’s dark alley,

My steps and dignity are both shaky.

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I know I have passed this way before,

Promising a change, I will go for,

But my will is weak to the intoxicating spirit,

I am but a spineless fool! Damn it!

 

My family have long gave up on me,

I’m at the point I’m giving up on me,

Am I beyond redemption? Can’t get free

From the quatro cantos that enslaves me.

 

Heeding the call, fumbling in the night,

I am desperate to seek the light,

Then the writings on the wall, I saw

It reads: Hoy, Bawal Umihi Dito!

 

(*dedicated to all who struggle with the bottle; photo from the web)

 

Pilipino Idioms of Nineteen Kopong-kopong

Recently a friend of ours has been posting article links in his Facebook about expressions that we grew up with. I find it quite interesting.

Our vernacular is rich with idiomatic expressions that would confuse the uninitiated to our native language. Or maybe even us who grew up speaking Pilipino, have no idea where these expressions came from.

Here are some of them.

1. Pahanon pa ni Limahong. Or pahanon pa ni Mahoma. Or since Nineteen Kopong-kopong.

All those expressions mean that they are from such a long time ago. Example: Iyong mga damit mo, old-style na, panahon pa ‘yan ni Mahoma. 

But who is Limahong? Or Mahoma? Or who or what is Kopong-kopong?

Limahong or Lim Ah Hong is a Chinese pirate who invaded the northern part of the Philippines and tried to seize the city of Manila from the Spaniard in 1574. So he was a real person from such a long time ago. Definitely before our time.

While Mahoma is actually Masaharu Homma, a Japanese Imperial Army general.  He was well-remembered for his role in the invasion and occupation of the Philippines during World War II. What may endeared General Homma to our people is that he ordered his troops to treat the Filipinos not as enemies but as friends, and respect their customs and religion. Thus we still say his name in our idioms.

What about Kopong-kopong? Is that a person?

Kopong is actually an old Tagalog word and also an Indonesian word that means empty, or nothing, or zero. So kopong-kopong is coined from the year 1900 which has two zero (00), thus Nineteen kopong-kopong.

2. Pagputi ng uwak

Literal translation means “when the crow turns white.” This just expresses something that will never happen. The idiom is similar to English expressions like “when pigs fly,” or “when hell freezes over.”

To use this expression in a sentence: Babayaran ko ang utang ko sa iyo pagputi ng uwak.

By the way, there’s a film that was entitled, “Pagputi ng uwak, pag-itim ng tagak” release in 1978, starring now governor of Batangas, Vilma Santos, and Bembol Roco. I did not see that film nor do I know the story plot of the movie. But during that time who knew that Vilma Santos will someday be a governor? So can we say “pumuti ang uwak?”

3. Aabutin ng siyam-siyam

Siyam-siyam or (literally nine-nine) is a term used for the annual prolonged rains brought about by the southwest monsoon or “habagat” weather system in the Philippines during the months of May to September.

The old folks believe that this rain system takes nine days and nine nights and is what they are waiting for. Especially farmers, as it makes the fields soft, and therefore easier to plow and to plant rice.

It also used to mean a long wait.

To use this idiom in a sentence: Inabot ako ng siyam-siyam sa kakahintay para makasakay ng jeep.

4. Mabilis pa sa alas quatro

This means to leave in a mad rush.

In the old Manila, in Lawton at the foot of Quezon bridge, there was a huge factory, the Insular Ice Plant. It had an imposing 10-storey chimney. It also had a loud siren. The siren goes off at 7 AM to indicate start of work, at 12 noon to indicate lunch break, and at 4 PM to indicate end of work.

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Insular Ice Plant

So at the sound of the siren at 4 PM, you can just imagine the dash of the workers too eager to leave work.

To use in a sentence: Nang dumating ‘yung naniningil ng utang, umalis siyang mabilis pa sa alas quatro.

5. Wala kahit sinkong duling

This has something to do with the 5-centavo coin, which is the lowest value coin besides the 1-centavo. The 5-centavo coin back in the days was much larger (20 mm in diameter in the 1960’s) and can buy you something, unlike today, it is much smaller (15.5 mm) and practically has no value.

Singkong duling literally means a “cross-eyed 5-centavo.” A person who is cross-eyed sees a double image of the 5-centavo coin. One image is real, but the other image is not. Thus sinkong duling is a non-existent 5-centavo coin. It’s a mirage.

So if a 5-centavo has very little value, how much less is an imaginary image of it.

Use in a sentence: Hindi man lang ako binigyan ng balato, kahit sinkong duling.

6. Magsunog ng kilay

This means to study hard or staying late up night studying.

This idiom came from the fact that during the olden times, when there’s no electricity yet, people use only gas lamp (gasera), oil lamps, or candles to read when it is dark. It is then understandable that when a person is reading for a long time near an open flame, there’s a possibility that his/her eyebrows will be singed or get burned. Thus “nagsusunog ng kilay.”

I can just envision that the most studious students during those times have no eyebrows left. Whoever invented the eyebrow pencil must be a very good student!

7. Kalapating mababa ang lipad

The term is a euphemism for a prostitute.

During the American occupation, there is a place in Tondo Manila, which is a red-light district called Palomar. So before Malate, Ermita, P. Burgos, and EDSA of today came about, there was Palomar in Tondo.

The word paloma means dove or pigeon in Spanish, while Palomar means a pigeon-house. So the women offering their leisure service were called palomas de bajo vuelo or low-class birds. Thus the expression “kalapating mababa ang lipad.”

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So there you have it folks. I hope you have learned something, as I did, looking up these interesting history and facts of our colorful language.

(*photo from Pinterest.com)

Pagmumuni-muni sa Bubong na Yero

Umaakyat ka ba sa bubong ng inyong bahay upang doon tumambay? Sabi nila pusa at mga kalapati lang daw ang umuupo at lumalagi sa bubong. Pero bakit si Spiderman o si Batman, laging tumatambay sa bubong?

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Hunyo, 1987.

Mahigit isang linggo pa lang nagsimula ang pasukan. Unang semestre at unang taon kong tumapak sa medical school. Masasabing punong-puno ng pag-asa ang aking hinaharap. At ako rin nama’y punong-puno ng pangarap.

Ngunit isang gabi, nang ako’y umuwi, ay mayroon kumosyon sa amin. Hindi lamang sa aming bahay, kundi sa aming magkakapit-bahay sa lugar namin sa Maynila.

Akin napag-alaman na may sunog daw sa malapit sa amin. Ngunit kahit sa kabilang kalye pa ang sunog, dahil sa dikit-dikit na parang mga posporo ang mga bahay doon sa amin sa Sampalok, ay madaling kumalat ang apoy.

Hindi ito ang unang sunog na aming naranasan. Mahigit isang taon lang ang lumipas bago ang sunog na ito, nang magkaroon ng sunog sa mismong kalye namin. Dalawang bahay lang ang layo mula sa amin. Lumikas na nga kami sa aming bahay. Buti na lamang at naagapan ng mga bumbero at hindi masyadong kumalat ang apoy. Gayon pa ma’y isang bata ang namatay noon, dahil hindi ito naitakas.

Kaya nang magkaroon ulit ng sunog sa aming lugar nang gabing iyon, hindi maiaalis ang takot sa aming puso. Ako’y inutusan ng aking nanay na tanawin kung gaanong kalayo ang sunog, upang malaman kung kailangan naming mag-alsa balutan.

Paano ko tatanawin ang sunog? Wala namang tore doon sa amin. Hindi rin naman pwedeng akyatin ang poste ng Meralco. Kaya’t walang pinakamagandang lugar para makita kundi sa bubong ng aming bahay. Kahit pa ba dalawang palapag lang ang aming bahay, kapag nasa bubong na, ay malayo na rin ang matatanaw.

Maraming beses na rin naman akong umakyat sa bubong ng aming bahay. Nariyan ‘nung mag-palipad ako ng saranggola kasama ng aking tiyuhin sa aming bubong. At minsan din ay tinulungan ko ang aking tatay na magpahid ng vulcaseal sa aming mga yero dahil tumutulo ito kapag umuulan.

Ngunit lahat ng pagkakataon noon ay sa araw ako umaakayat sa bubong. Ngayon lang ako umakyat nang gabi. Pero hindi ako miyembro ng “akyat-bahay.”

Matapos kong tanawin ang sunog, ay aking natanto na malayu-layo naman pala ito sa amin. Siguro, tatlong kalye ang layo. Akin ding naobserbahan na ang ningas ng malalaking dila ng apoy ay dahan-dahan nang humuhupa. Siguro dahil na rin sa pagsisikap ng mga bumbero.

Pagkatapos kong isigaw at ipaalam sa aking pamilya na malayo naman pala ang sunog at hindi naming kailangang lumikas, ay nanatili at tumambay pa muna ako sa bubong ng aming bahay. Habang ako’y nakatanaw sa nagliliyab na apoy, ay akin ding tinangkang tanawin kung ano ang bukas para sa amin.

Sa katunayan, galing lang ako sa ospital ng gabing iyon. Sa ospital kung saan nakaratay ang aking ama. Aking kinuha ang mga plaka ng kanyang CAT scan mula sa isang lugar kung saan ito isinagawa, at inihatid ito sa ospital kung saan siya ooperahan.

Isang malaking tumor sa utak ang hatol sa aking ama.

Mapanganib daw ang gagawing operasyon. Hindi rin kayang isiguro ng duktor kung magiging tagumpay ito. Ngunit operasyon lang ang tsansang meron kami, kung gusto pa naming madagdagan ang buhay ng aking tatay. Siya ay singkwenta anyos lamang.

Totoo, hindi ang tinatanaw na sunog ang pinakamalaking nagbabadyang panganib sa aming buhay noong gabing iyon. Hindi apoy na maaring tumupok sa aming bahay ang aking kinakatakutan, kundi isang sakuna na papatay sa apoy ng aming buhay at aming mga pangarap.

Paano kung hindi kayang lunasan ang sakit ng aking ama? Paano kung hindi magtagumpay ang operasyon? Buhay niya ang nakasalalay dito. At buhay rin naming pamilya ang magdudusa.

Ngunit habang ako’y nakamasid sa apoy na tumutupok sa mga bahay, ay isang katahimikan ang sa aki’y sumukob. Ang aking takot at pangangamba ay pawang inalis at isang kasiguraduhan ang aking nadama.

Hindi ko man batid kung ano ang hatid ng bukas, ay batid ko naman kung sino ang may hawak ng bukas. At ipinangako ko rin sa aking sarili, na anuman ang mangyari, ay hindi ako bibitaw sa aking mga pangarap.

Pagkalipas ng tatlong buwan matapos kong magmuni-muni sa bubong ng aming bahay, ay pumanaw ang aking ama.

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Enero, 2016.

Ako ay muling nakatanaw mula sa isang mataas na lugar sa Maynila. Sasabihin kong mas mataas pa sa bubong ng aming bahay noon ang aking kinalalagyan. Muli akong tumanaw sa lugar ng Sampalok kung saan minsan isang gabi, maraming taon na ang nakaraan, ako ay tumanaw at nagmuni-muni.

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overlooking Manila area and the Sampaloc PLDT tower

Ngunit walang nagliliyab na sunog akong tinatanaw. Wala ring nagbabadyang panganib akong binabantayan.

Kahit pumanaw ang aking ama, sa gabay naman ng Maykapal, at dahil na rin sa pagsusumikap, ay nakaraos din ang aming pamilya. Ako’y napagkalooban ng scholarship na siyang nagtuguyod na magtuloy ako sa aking pag-aaral. At kahit pa laging maliit at minsan ay kulang ang aking baon, ay naigapang naman at nakatapos rin.

Ngayon, ako’y  nanumbalik sa aking unibersidad doon sa Maynila, upang dumalo sa aming 25th graduation anniversary mula sa medical school.

Mula sa mataas na lugar na iyon, muling nagmuni-muni at nagpasalamat. Wala mang sunog akong tinatanaw, ang apoy naman ng mga pangarap ko’y patuloy pa ring nagliliyab.

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(*Photo taken during my last visit to Manila, January 2016)

 

University by the Bay

My alma mater have seen renovation and updates in its structures and facilities over the years. After all, a more than 400-year-old establishment needs to keep up with the changes of time.

Earlier this year, when I revisted my school, I have noted some changes in the campus that were not present when I left its portals 25 years ago.

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If you enter the campus through the España entrance, the first structure that will welcome you is the Arch of the Century.  Somehow adding this low wall bearing the university’s name (photo above) at the side of the arch, gives this archaic landmark a fresh look.

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In front of the Main Building, which is arguably the most recognizable building on the campus, there is now the huge “UST” letters, as well as a growling tiger (above photo) prowling on the university’s grounds.

Even the plaza where the statue of Father Benavidez stands, got some modern framework around it giving it a contemporary look (photo below).

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I believe many of the makeover and updates in the campus were constructed right before the 400th year celebration 5 years ago.

Below is the landmark commemorating that event.

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Even the walkway that I passed everyday during my time in the university, has a different look. I don’t even remember that it was named Burgos Lane (photo below). I also like the “No Smoking” sign, which I hope is being followed and enforced.


Besides the changes inside the campus, there are also noticeable changes around and outside the campus. For sure the skyscrapers towering around the university campus were not there during my time.

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Then a couple of days ago, somebody posted a photo of my alma mater. I would say that this is the most ambitious and spectacular update to date that I have ever seen.

They added an ocean to the campus!

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Now it can claim to be called the University by the Bay.

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P.S. On a serious note, I pray for the safety of all who are affected by the heavy rains and flooding in the Philippines.

(*Photos I took and processed with an iPhone, except for the last picture which was taken by Michael Angelo Reyes and I grabbed from the internet.)

Last Drive

Since I live in the outskirt of the city of greater Des Moines, I travel some distance everyday for work. I drive close to 40 miles a day roundtrip. I don’t mind to drive though, as long as the traffic is moving fast. In reality it only takes me less than 25 minutes one way, which is less than the average time Americans spent going to their workplace. I know if I drive in Metro Manila, that distance I covered will take me an hour or two, plus a lot of cursing.

In addition, as I have written in the past, I go once a month to our satellite clinics (I go to 2 outreach clinics now) which is about an hour and a half drive from our main office. Even though it is about 80 miles away, the travel is easy with open highways that goes through scenic rural Iowa of rolling hills of farmlands and prairies. In fact I even consider the drive relaxing (read previous post “Zen Driving”).

For the past several years I have made this journey alone, except for my thoughts, the radio playing the music I picked for that day, and my trusted car. The other day, I made that same journey again. But somehow, something was different.

It was my last drive on this trip with my “old” car.

My car is getting old. Like dogs, 1 car year is probably comparable to 7 human years, especially if you drive it a lot. I have read in car reviews that the average life span of a car is about 10 – 13  years or about 150,000 miles. Though there are cars that still runs good even after 200,000 miles.

My car is 10 years old and approaching 150,000 miles. It may be considered already a grandma in car years, though it still runs well, however it’s getting expensive to maintain. Not too long ago, I have to change some parts that costs a hefty sum, that I wondered if its worth spending that amount. I surely would not like to spend more than its remaining trade value.

Thus I decided that its time for it to go.

But on our last trip together, I let it run wild. Instead of zen driving I transitioned to rallye driving. I shifted to sports gear all the way, and I let its engine revved as we climb hills and raced through open highways, bringing out its racing heritage. My car may be old, yet it still has lots of feistiness remaining in it.

As we were whizzing through open country roads and as I was listening to its engine growl, my car was singing to me its swan song.

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(*photo with and iPhone)

Back in the City

I am back in my favorite city. A city that I love despite of all its ills and nuisances. A city that I have left so many times, and yet I kept coming back to. This city is no other than Manila.

The following photos I have here of Manila, are seen from a different angle and perspective, at least from the point of view of the Manila I used to know.

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Ninoy Aquino International Airport

“Manila, Manila, I keep coming back to Manila,” says the 1970’s song of the Hotdogs, and that rings true for me as well.  And every time I return, the city warmly (as in hot!) welcomes me back.

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Speaking of welcome, above is the Welcome Rotonda, which marks the boundary between Manila and Quezon City. The photo is facing the Manila side of the boundary, overlooking España Boulevard, though technically I was standing in Quezon City  when I took this picture.

The photo below is an area of Manila that I am very familiar with. The prominent structure is the Sampaloc PLDT tower. So the immediate vicinity is Sampaloc, Manila – the place where I grew up. It is just interesting that I have never looked at Sampaloc before from such a high point of view, since there was no high rise buildings in this area during my youth. Unless I climb the PLDT tower of course.

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The main reason of my short visit back to Manila is to attend my 25th year graduation anniversary (I’ll make a separate post on this) from the University of Santo Tomas school of medicine. Thus several photos are from the UST campus. The different perspective is that I am viewing this campus not as a student but as a homecoming alumnus.

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Arch of the Century at the entrance to the university

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the Main Building of UST

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Building of the College of Medicine and Surgery

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University Hospital

Most of the activities of the homecoming festivities were done in the UST campus, but the big gala night took place in Manila Hotel. Even though I know Manila Hotel is a very old establishment (opened in 1912), and I passed this area several times before, I have never set foot inside of it. Until now.

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Above is the swimming pool at the back side of Manila Hotel. Photo below is one of its beautiful hallways.

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The back of the hotel looks over the marina and Manila Bay, while rooms facing the city side gives a grand view of the walled city, the Intramuros. Honestly, I have never seen Intramuros from this angle before. From this view, you can see the contrast of the old walled city and the new high rise buildings in the distance.

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From Manila Hotel, I still went on foot to see Luneta, a place full of loving and joyful memories from my childhood.

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But there is something different in this place. It is impossible to miss the change in the landscape as you view Rizal’s monument. Definitely cannot ignore the monstrosity of Torre de Manila.

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However, with the right angle and positioning, I can still make the huge eyesore disappear. Look, it’s gone!

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I enjoyed my return to the city of my birth, even for so short a time. And seeing the familiar places albeit in a different point of view is kind of refreshing.

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For now, once more, I say goodbye to you Manila. Hope to see you again……soon.

(*all photos taken with an iPhone)

 

 

Usapang Lasing

Hindi siguro kaila sa karamihan na tayong mga Pilipino ay may romantikong relasyon sa ating inuming alak. Kayang-kaya nating makipagsabayan sa inuman kahit kaninumang mamamayan ng ibang bansa. Sangayon sa isang report mula sa Euromonitor*, ang Pilipinas raw ay isa sa mga bansang malakas komunsumo ng alak.

Hindi naman ibig sabihin nito, na tayo’y bansa ng mga lasenggero. Sabihin na lang nating dahil marami tayong okasyon para uminom. Umiinom tayo kapag may birthday. O fiesta. Kapag pista opisyal at walang pasok. Tuwing kinsenas at katapusan (katapusan na rin ng suweldo!). Kapag may nagbalikbayan, gaya ng aming kapitbahay na seaman, na  alam na alam ko kapag-nagbalikbayan na siya, dahil may maiingay na namang nag-iinuman sa kalye, sa tapat ng bahay nila. At iba-iba pang okasyon.

Ngunit kadalasan walang espesyal na dahilan ang kailangan para tayo’y mag-umpukan at mag-tagayan. Dahil lubog na ang araw, ay sapat ng okasyon para tayo’y mag-inuman.

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Drinking. More fun in the Philippines.

Iba’t iba rin ang ating gustong inumin. Beer, gin, brandy, vodka, at rum. Nandiyan din ang mga katutubo nating inumin, gaya ng lambanog, basi, tapuy, at tuba. Sang-ayon sa mga pagsisiyasat, beer o cerveza, ang paboritong inumin nating Pilipino. At ang pangunahing beer sa Pilipinas ay walang iba kundi San Miguel beer na naging bahagi na ng ating kultura. (Wala po akong komisyon sa San Miguel Corporation, pero baka mabasa nila ito at bigyan ako ng balato.)

Iba’t iba rin ang tawag natin sa ating inumin. Tulad ng lapad, bilog, quatro-kantos, at long neck, sang-ayon sa hugis ng bote nila. Iba’t ibang taglines rin ang nakaukit na sa ating ulirat. “Iba ang may pinagsamahan.” “Inumin ng tunay na lalaki.” “Ganado sa buhay.” At “hindi lang pampamilya, pang sports pa.” Ah…eh….. rubbing alkohol pala iyung huli, ipinapahid lang at hindi dapat iniinom.

marca demonyoNakakaaliw rin ang iba’t ibang logo ng mga alak. Isa sa nakakaagaw pansin ay ang logo ng Ginebra San Miguel, na kilala rin na marca demonio. Ito ay yung arkanghel na si San Miguel na may nakahugot na espada, habang inaapakan niya ang demonio. Ngunit kapag itiniwarik at tinungga mo na yung bote, at iyong titigan si San Miguel – nakapaibabaw na yung demonio!

May mga taong mahilig uminom sa bar. May madalas sa beer garden o mas kilala na “patay sindi.” Ngunit ang karamihan ng mga Pilipino ay sa harap lang ng  tindahan sa may kanto, o kaya’y sa isang sulok ng kalye sa ilalim ng poste ng Meralco, at doon kasama ang tropa ay solb na solb na sa tagay at pulutan.

Tungkol naman sa ating pulutan, paborito natin ang sisig, krispy pata, at tokwa’t baboy. Kung tipid naman ay adobong mani, o kornik, o chicaron ay talo-talo na. Kung walang-wala naman, ay “usa” na lang ang pulutan – “usapan.” At malungkot mang tanggapin, ay kilala rin tayong mga Pinoy sa pulutang “asusena.”

Ikuwento ko lang po noong bata pa ako, ay may aso kaming ang pangalan ay Brownie. Isang hapon ay nakawala ito dahil naiwanan naming bukas ang gate. Dali-dali naming ginalugad ang paligid-ligid at mga kapit-kalye doon sa amin sa Sampaloc, Manila. Patuloy kami sa pag-hahanap hanggang sa kumagat na ang dilim. Hindi namin mahanap ang aming aso, pero may nakita kaming isang grupo sa isang kalye na masasayang nag-iinuman at nagkakantahan. Hindi ko sila pinaparatangan. Ang alam ko lang, hindi na namin nakitang muli si Brownie.

Isang tradisyon ng inuman na aking personal na nasaksihan ay doon sa lugar na pinaglakihan ng aking tatay, sa Norzagaray, Bulacan. Parang Oktoberfest sa Germany ang tradisyon na palasak ang laklakan. Tawag nila rito ay “Lansakan.” Ito ay ginaganap tuwing Mahal na Araw. Sangayon sa tradisyon ang mga tao’y nagpapakalasing gaya ng mga sundalong Roman noong naghihirap si Kristo.

Kaya kapag Semana Santa doon sa Norzagaray, habang maraming mga tao ang nagpapakabanal, habang dumadagundong sa loudspeaker ang pabasa ng pasyon, habang ang mga Santo at Santa ay ipinuprusisyon, sa iba’t ibang sulok naman ng bayan ay ang mga taong nag-iinuman at nagpapakalasing. Tuloy-tuloy ang daloy ng beer, gin, rum, vodka, tuba at lambanog. Sa katagalan ay naiihi na ang mga manginginom sa kanilang salawal dahil sa kanilang kalasingan.

Sabi ng marami, dapat daw kapag umiinom, ay papuntahin lang ang alak sa bituka at tiyan at hindi sa utak, upang hindi malasing. Ngunit sasabihin ko sa inyo, bilang isang medical expert, na ang alkohol na ating iniinom ay pupunta at pupunta sa dugong nananalatay sa ating katawan, at hindi kalauna’y maapektohan nito ang ating pag-iisip.

Hindi naman siguro ninyo itatanggi na maraming mga tao ang kung ano-ano ang kanilang nasasabi, nagagawa, at inaasal kapag sila ay lasing na. Kadalasan, kanilang pinagsisihan ang mga nangyari kapag humupa na ang epekto ng alkohol at sila ay nahimasmasan na.

Hindi ko sinasabing bawal tayong mag-inuman, o sa ako’y nagmamalinis. Ngunit naging saksi ako sa maraming buhay na nawasak at maraming magagandang kinabukasan ang nalusaw sa walang pakundangang inuman. Maraming magkakaibigan ang nag-aaway kapag sila ay “lasheng” na. Ang malulutok na halakhak ay nauuwi sa malulutok na “put*ng ina mo!” At kung minsan hindi lang saksakan ng init ang kanilang pagtatalo, kundi nauuwi pa sa tunay na saksakan.

Marami ring mga pamilya ang nawatak sanhi ng alkohol. Nagiging mas mahalaga ang ating relasyon sa alak at ka-tropa kaysa sa relasyon sa tahanan. Nagiging sanhi rin ng away at paghihirap kapag ang mga pinagpawisang sweldo ay nauuwi lang kay Chivas Regal at Johnny Walker. Nalulugmok tayo sa putik ng walang pag-asenso.

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Ngayon, bilang isang duktor, marami na rin akong nakitang mga taong naging bilanggo ng alak. Kahit anong pilit nilang humilagpos sa mga kuko nito ay hindi sila makaalpas, dahil sa haling na haling na ang kanilang katawan dito. Kahit luto na ang kanilang atay, baldado na ang puso, at tustado na ang utak, tuloy pa rin sila sa pag-inom. Napakarami na akong nakita na nagbuwis ng kanilang buhay dahil sa alkohol.

Alam kong bahagi na ng hibla ng ating pagka-Pilipino ang magtagay-tagay sa anumang pagdiriwang. Ngunit sana naman ay ating  pag-isipan ang mga ito, at hinay-hinay lang po tayo sa ating pag-inom.

Pare, isang tagay pa?

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(*report of Euromonitor was published in Philstar and can be read here)

(**photos taken from the internet)

 

 

Awit ng Isang Alibughang Anak

Ako’y nakatanggap ng sulat noong makalawang linggo. Galing ito kay Uncle Sam. Sabi rito, ako raw ay inaanyayahan sa isang opisyal na interview o panayam.

Sa wakas! Hindi na ako pamangkin lang. Maari na rin akong maging anak. Ampon nga lang.

Matagal-tagal na rin naman akong naninirahan dito sa Amerika. Sa katunayan, dalawampu’t isang taon! Dalawampu’t isang taon ng pagiging dayuhan.

Naging masalimuot ang landas na aking tinahak para maging isang mamamayan. Iba’t ibang letra ng visa ang aking pinagdaanan. Nagsimula sa letrang B (tourist), naging J (exchange visitor), tapos naging O (non-immigrant with outstanding ability), hanggang naging H (non-immigrant worker), bago nabiyayaan ng green card (permanent resident). Mapalad pa rin kaysa ibang kababayan na ang visa ay TNT (tago nang tago).

At ngayon, iniimbitahan na nila ako para maging isang naturalisadong mamamayan (naturalized citizen). Sa madaling salita – maging ampong anak ni Uncle Sam.

Ito ay kung maipapasa ko ang aking interview.

Ito na ang huling hakbang sa pagiging citizen. Tapos na ang mga background check. Tapos na rin ang finger-printing. Interview na lang.

Madali lang naman daw ang interview. Maraming mga tanong ay personal. Maaring gusto lang nilang maniguro na ikaw ay mabuting tao, at magiging kapaki-pakinabang na mamamayan, at hindi palamunin lang at uubos ng buwis ng bayan.

Kasama sa interview ay ang pagsusulit sa salitang Ingles. Kailangan makapasa sa pagsasalita, pag-unawa, pagbabasa at pagsulat sa Ingles. Walang naman akong problema dito. Kahit Grade 1 na batang Pinoy kayang-kaya ito. Kahit ba Carabao English tayo, papasa pa rin.

Ngunit kasama rin sa interview ay mga tanong sibika (civic test). Ito ay mga tanong tungkol sa mga batas, mga prinsipyo, kasaysayan, heograpiya at samo’t saring kaalaman tungkol sa bansang Amerika. Dito ko kailangang mag-review.

May reviewer naman silang binibigay. Sinasaad dito ang mga 100 na katanungan na maaring itanong sa interview.

May mga tanong na madadali:

Tanong: Ano ang pinakamataas na batas ng bansa?

Sagot: constitution

Tanong: Sino ang tinaguriang Ama ng Amerika?

Sagot: George Washington

Mayroon namang mga tanong na medyo mahirap ngunit kailangan mong malaman:

Tanong: Kailan isinulat ang constitution?

Sagot: 1787

Tanong: Ano ang 13 na orihinal na estado ng Amerika?

Sagot: New Hampshire, Massachussetts, Rhode Island, Connecticut, New York, New Jersey, Pennsylvania, Delaware, Maryland, Virginia, North Carolina, South Carolina, Georgia

Noong isang araw, ako ay nag-review. Habang ako’y nag-aaral at nagpapaka-dalubhasa sa kasaysayan ng Amerika, ako nama’y hinaharana ng mga kantang Pilipino na aking kinamulatan, na tumutugtog sa aking CD player.

“Noong isilang ka sa mundong ito,

Laking tuwa ng magulang mo,

At ang kamay nila ang iyong ilaw.” (Anak by Freddie Aguilar)

Ako ba’y pinaparinggan ni Ka Freddie? Ampong anak ba kamo? O baka naman alibughang anak?

Para bang nasa gitna ako ng dalawang nag-uumpugang bato. Dalawang kulturang nagbabanggaan sa aking damdamin at isipan. Dalawang lahing nagbubuno sa aking pagmamahal. Dalawang bansang nag-aagawan sa aking katapatan.

Tapos nabasa ko sa aking reviewer ang tanong na ito:

Tanong: Ano ang isang pangako na kailangan mong gawin para maging mamamayan ng Estados Unidos?

Sagot: Talikuran ang katapatan sa ibang bansa.

Biglang bumigat ang aking damdamin. Parang may kumurot sa aking puso. Hindi ko alam kung sarili ko itong konsensiya, o ako’y pinaparamdaman ng mga multo ni Rizal at ni Bonifacio.

Sabay sumalang naman si Noel Cabangon* kasama ni Gloc-9 at kumanta ng “Manila” (originally sang by Hotdog) sa aking player.

“Maraming beses na kitang nilayasan,

Iniwanan at ibang pinuntahan,

Parang babaeng ang hirap talagang malimutan….”

Hindi na ako makapag-concentrate sa aking binabasa. Ang isipan ko’y nagsimula nang magliwaliw sa isang lugar na aking minahal at patuloy na minamahal.

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“Hinahanap-hanap kita Manila

Ang ingay mong kay sarap sa tenga

Mga jeepney mong nagliliparan

Mga babaeng naggagandahan….”

Ibinaba ko na ang aking reviewer. Ipinikit ang mga mata. At marahang sumabay sa pagkanta.

“Manila, Manila,

I keep coming back to Manila,

Simply no place like Manila,

Manila I’m coming home…..”

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(*songs from the album “Tuloy ang Biyahe” by Noel Cabangon)

(**photo above is from philippineslifestyle.com)

Weekly Photo Challenge: Broken

Broken. A term that we can apply to a structure ravaged by time.

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(photo taken at Vigan, Ilocos Sur)

Or to a place ravaged by the forces of nature.

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(photo taken at Tacloban, after the typhoon Haiyan)

Or a societal state ravaged by a corrupt system, where the rich becomes richer and the poor becomes poorer.

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Manila

Or it can even be applied to a perfect picture of opulence….

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….when we are oblivious to the sufferings of the poor just outside our deaf walls.

Broken.

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(*This post is a response to WordPress’ Weekly Photo Challenge on the theme, Broken.)

(**All photos taken with an iPhone.)