On my way home from work, I took a jeepney ride from Crossing (along Shaw Boulevard near EDSA across Shangri-la Mall)
When we crossed San Miguel Avenue, the jeepney stopped and took on some passengers. This practice was allowed since it does not affect the flow of traffic much. When the driver was ordered by the traffic enforcer to move ahead, a woman carrying a big plastic bag with 2 one gallon containers (probably in a hurry to get home) called him to stop so she could board. The driver heeded the would be passenger. He stopped, let her board, and began to drive away when the enforcer banged on the side of the vehicle and told the driver to stop.
My fellow passengers and I were confused at what was happening and are unable to discern the discussion between the enforcer and the driver. In the end, the driver got off the jeep and followed the enforcer to the road island to talk to another enforcer leaving us confused, annoyed and impatient.
Two of the passengers thought aloud directing their words to the distant driver saying that he should just fork over some cash for coffee or snacks so we can be on our way.
Impatient that we are, we sat and waited. Meanwhile the woman-who-may-be-the-cause-of-all-the-delay for stopping the driver even if he was asked by the enforcer to leave got up and off the jeep then waved on other jeepneys passing us.
Fearing that they might end up like the other driver, they ignored the woman and went on ahead without stopping.
Less than 2 minutes later, the driver got back on the jeepney, was given a final warning and set free.
When we left the scene, I saw the impatient woman-who-may-be-the-cause-of-all-the-delay still waiting for the next jeepney to come by.
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Monday, July 27, 2009
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Japanese TV series and learning language skills
Before I went home tonight, I had to go to a dinner with my fraternity brods. Unfortunately the hosts changed the venue without even informing the restaurant where they first made reservations.
During the trip to the restaurant just in the periphery of Greenhills shopping mall, I was able to watch a tagalog dubbed Japanese TV series. The title of the series is Hana Yori Dango. It is the Japanese version of the ever popular Taiwanese series Meteor Garden. Meteor Garden was also dubbed in tagalog.
I remembered doing a marathon viewing of the series on pirated DVD last Christmas. I had no choice. We only had one DVD player and television and my sisters and my mom are fans of the series. We watched it from morning to the morning of the next day.
The series was introduced in the Philippines only this February.
On my way home bearing the frustration that I was first at the venue only to find out that I was moved elsewhere, I took a Jeep to EDSA. During the ride, all I heard was chatter among passengers. One thing that really caught my attention is when the "conductor" tried to find the person who paid P50.00 to give his change, no one answered. Irritated at the lack of attention, the conductor returned the change to his cash box.
After a while, a person sitting next to the conductor asked for his change. He paid P50.00 and he is yet to get his change. This got him into a light tongue lashing from the conductor.
The conductor mumbled about how he asked who is yet to get a change for fifty and nobody answered and then suddenly this guy next to him asked for his change. The changed that was being handed out a few minutes earlier.
After reaching the end of the jeepney's trip, I transferred to a FX for my ride home. During this time, the only chatter I heard is from a family sitting behind me and the noise from the TV-phone. The TV-phone is a modified phone with a UHF-VHF receiver to allow viewing of free TV. I am sure it was made in China. You can find some info on this in my other blog: blagsasapot.
The family was letting their child watch some news and listen to some music. The kid repeats some familiar word heard from the phone. The mother repeats the word again and asks the child if he understood the word. I don't really know if the child is a he or a she.
The songs they listened to are modifications (almost bastardized versions) of original songs. Most contain sexually suggestive lines but the parents don't care.
It's good though that the child only retains specific words and not whole phrases. Maybe in time, he or she will know what those words meant together and wonder why his/her parents allowed them to listen to such a music.
In the end, the couple argued about the husband spending more time downloading stuff than attending to the domestic needs of his child and wife.
During the trip to the restaurant just in the periphery of Greenhills shopping mall, I was able to watch a tagalog dubbed Japanese TV series. The title of the series is Hana Yori Dango. It is the Japanese version of the ever popular Taiwanese series Meteor Garden. Meteor Garden was also dubbed in tagalog.
I remembered doing a marathon viewing of the series on pirated DVD last Christmas. I had no choice. We only had one DVD player and television and my sisters and my mom are fans of the series. We watched it from morning to the morning of the next day.
The series was introduced in the Philippines only this February.
On my way home bearing the frustration that I was first at the venue only to find out that I was moved elsewhere, I took a Jeep to EDSA. During the ride, all I heard was chatter among passengers. One thing that really caught my attention is when the "conductor" tried to find the person who paid P50.00 to give his change, no one answered. Irritated at the lack of attention, the conductor returned the change to his cash box.
After a while, a person sitting next to the conductor asked for his change. He paid P50.00 and he is yet to get his change. This got him into a light tongue lashing from the conductor.
The conductor mumbled about how he asked who is yet to get a change for fifty and nobody answered and then suddenly this guy next to him asked for his change. The changed that was being handed out a few minutes earlier.
After reaching the end of the jeepney's trip, I transferred to a FX for my ride home. During this time, the only chatter I heard is from a family sitting behind me and the noise from the TV-phone. The TV-phone is a modified phone with a UHF-VHF receiver to allow viewing of free TV. I am sure it was made in China. You can find some info on this in my other blog: blagsasapot.
The family was letting their child watch some news and listen to some music. The kid repeats some familiar word heard from the phone. The mother repeats the word again and asks the child if he understood the word. I don't really know if the child is a he or a she.
The songs they listened to are modifications (almost bastardized versions) of original songs. Most contain sexually suggestive lines but the parents don't care.
It's good though that the child only retains specific words and not whole phrases. Maybe in time, he or she will know what those words meant together and wonder why his/her parents allowed them to listen to such a music.
In the end, the couple argued about the husband spending more time downloading stuff than attending to the domestic needs of his child and wife.
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