The Day Hector and His Family Helped the Perpetual Village 5 HA President, Louie Eguia

The Day Hector Garcia and His Family Helped the

Perpetual Village 5 HA President, Louie Eguia

By Apolinario Villalobos

 

When the unpaved roads of the Perpetual Village 5 was finally completed, courtesy of the City government of Bacoor City, flaws were discovered such as the low-grade asphalt that was used to fill the gaps of sections, and which practically cracked and broken into pieces in time, and the dangerous wide-gapped corners that endanger maneuvering cars, especially, vans and garbage trucks. Two garbage trucks almost lost their balance while maneuvering the corner along Fellowship and Unity Streets.

 

The anticipated dangers due to the precarious corners were brought to the attention of the contractor when the project was near completion, but to no avail. Understandably, he was constrained by the allocated budget that was allowed only for the approved width, thickness, and length of the roads in the subdivision. Rather than wait for mishaps to occur, the President of the Perpetual Village 5, Louie Eguia, decided to make use of the meager fund of the association.

 

As expected, Hector Garcia and the available members of his family volunteered to help – his wife Angie, daughter Mara, son-in-law Jet, and even the latter’s household “stewardess”, Ting.  From eight in the morning up to almost noon, the small group toiled under the searing heat of the sun. Even Mara who was on day -off and the lean and young “stewardess” Ting, took turns in mixing cement, gravel, and sand. Jet, who just arrived home from an overnight job also shook off the fatigue from lack of sleep. With a wheelbarrow, Hector tediously, made several trips to the Multi-purpose Hall for the pre-mixed cement and gravel, while Louie, though, suffering from skin allergies from the prickly heat, untiringly did his part.

 

I have already blogged the Garcia couple due to their unselfish “habit”, worthy of emulation. The habit practically runs in the family which also contaminated their house help, Ting, whom I lovingly call “the stewardess”. They talk less, but work more, and this habit made them click with the equally man of few words, Louie, their homeowners’ association president.

 

Ang Kawalan ng Disiplina sa mga Kalye ng Pilipinas at Mga Panukalang Hindi Naipapatupad ng Maayos

Ang Kawalan ng Disiplina sa mga Kalye ng Pilipinas

at Mga Panukalang Hindi Naipapatupad ng Maayos

Ni Apolinario Villalobos

 

Lahat ng gumagamit ng kalye ay dapat disiplinado, subalit dahil sa kawalan ng tiyaga, at ugaling palusot ng karamihan sa mga Pilipino, maya’t maya na lang ang mga napapabalitang disgrasya – nabundol na pedestrian, bumaligtad na sasakyan, nagbanggaang mga kotse o trak, nabanggang motorsiklo, at ang pinakamatindi ay bugubugan o patayan ng ayaw magbigayang driver…pati ang alagad ng batas na nagpapatupad ng mga patakaran ay sinasapok din ng mga mayayabang na driver. Sa panig naman ng mga nagpapatupad, nandiyang sila ay pinaparatangang nangongotong!

 

Ang problema naman kasi sa mga gumagawa ng plano ng kalye ay hindi iniisip ang kanilang ginagawa. Ang mga pedestrian overpass ay napakalayo sa mga nakasanayan nang babaan ng mga tao, kaya kaysa mag-overpass pa na kalahating kilometro ang layo sa isang waiting shed, nagbabakasakali na lang ang mga apuradong mananawid sa animo ay pakikipag-patintero sa mga motorista habang tumatawid sa kalsada. Noong panahon ni Cory Aquino ay nagsulputang parang kabute ang mga waiting shed na halatang pinagkitaan ng mga tiwaling kongresista at senador dahil ang karamihan sa mga pahingahang ito ay nagkakahalaga ng isang milyon.  Kung saan saan na lang sila inilagay, basta maibalandra lang ang pangalan ng mga tiwaling opisyal na ito na nag-donate daw, ganoong pera ng bayang pinagkurakutan naman ang malinaw na ginamit . Makaraan ang ilang taon, pinagbawal na ang pag-abang ng mga sasakyan sa mga overpass na ito at wala man lang directional sign kung saan dapat mag-abang ang mga pasahero. Na-expose pa sila sa init at ulan…samantalang ang mga korap na mga kumitang opisyal ay abot-tenga ang ngisi dahil sa laki ng mga nakurakot.

 

Sa panahon ngayon, nauso ang paggamit ng motorsiklo, kaya nagpasiklab ang noon ay pinuno ng MMDA na si Tolentino sa pagtalaga ng mga “motorcycle lanes” sa iilang lugar. Subalit dahil matigas ang ulo ng mga nagmamaneho ng mga motosiklo ay hindi rin ito nasunod dahil tuloy pa rin ang animo ay ahas na palusot-lusot nila sa trapiko. Bandang huli, ang mga lanes na ito ay nawala. Naglagay din ng yellow lane para sa mga pampasaherong bus, subalit dahil ayaw pumila ng karamihan ng mga bus driver na nag-uunahan sa pagdampot ng pasahero ay hindi rin ito nasunod. Maliit lang din ang multa kaya malakas ang loob ng mga bus driver na sumuway.

 

Naglagay ng mga plastic barrier sa mga main road tulad ng EDSA, at tulad ng dapat asahan, dahil sa ugali ng karamihan sa mga Pilipino na reklamador, ay tila nabuhusan ng malamig na tubig ang proyekto. Ang matindi pa, tinatanggal ng mga sira- ulong motorista ang mga barrier kung walang traffic enforcer na nagbabantay lalo na sa dis-oras ng gabi. Ganito rin ang nangyari sa pagsara ng ibang U-turn slots upang tumuloy-tuloy sana ang takbo ng mga sasakyan at upang mapigilang makasagabal ang mga lumilikong sasakyan sa daloy ng trapiko. Inereklamo ito ng mga motoristang nagmamadali at ang gusto ay mag U-turn agad sa unang butas na makikita.

 

Malinaw na kahit anong batas –trapiko ay hindi maipapatupad ng maayos sa Pilipinas, maliban na lang sa loob ng Subic Business and Commercial Center na dating US base sa Olongapo. Ang napapansin pa ay may mga Pilipino na kahit nangungupahan lang ng kuwarto ay may sariling kotse, kaya ang ginagamit nilang garahe ay kalye. Yong mga nakatira sa subdivision na “row housing” ang tinitirhan na walang garahe ay ganoon din ang siste – sa kalsada ang paradahan kaya ang masikip na kalyeng pinagpipilitang two-way ay naging one-way. Yong mga nasa subdivision pa rin nakatira subalit sa “single detached” na bahay nakatira o simpleng bungalow kaya may garahe pero para sa iisang sasakyan lang, ay gumagamit din ng kalye para sa pangalawa at pangatlong sasakyan na nakuha sa hulugan nang napakamura. Sa halagang thirty thousand pesos kasi ay may pang-down payment na at ang buwanang hulog ay ten thousand lang, kaya maski call center agent o ordinaryong empleyado ay kaya nang bumili ng kotse.

 

May panukala noon pa mang panahon ni Marcos tungkol sa pag-kontrol ng pagbili ng mga sasakyan subalit hindi na ito naipapatupad ng maayos. At may mga batas ding ginawa para sa mga paggamit ng motorsiklo, subalit ganoon din ang nangyayari – walang maayos na pagpapatupad.

 

Ang tanong ko….yon nga lang simpleng non-smoking sa mga public transportation lalo na sa mga jeepney ay hindi tinutupad ng mga driver at pasahero, at lalong hindi naipapatupad ng mga pulis-trapiko, ang mga patakaran pa kaya upang lumuwag ang trapiko at maiwasan ang mga sakuna? ….only in the Philippines yan!

 

 

The Vicious Cycle of Progress and Poverty

The Vicious Cycle of Progress and Poverty

By Apolinario Villalobos

 

Poverty is a mean excuse to do things for easy money by the weak in spirit. But the strong are ready to go hungry in the name of ideals and principles. The exploiters use poverty in blackmailing the unfortunates, one result of which is the dirty election due to rampant vote buying.

 

Exploitation of the illiterates and impoverished also result to virtual land grabbing because they are made to “sell” their ancestral domains to rich real estate developers at below  the decent value level. As subdivisions, golf courses and resorts sprout, the displaced former landowners and the fortune-seekers from other parts of the country huddle in not so far depressed areas with many of them working as low-waged employees of the mentioned business institutions that sprouted.

 

Poverty is the corner where the impoverished are pushed to make a choice between death and survival. Also, when the government alleges progress, poverty trails a few steps behind. Along this line, poverty breeds animosity in a community, especially, on matters of politics. In this regard, while some members of the community are ready to sell their soul for a few pesos in exchange for their vote, others are steadfast in protecting theirs which has always been viewed as a “sacred” right. Even some of the clerics of the Catholic Church have joined the confusion by counseling their members to accept the bribe but vote according to their conscience.

 

As soon as the corrupt candidates are finally put in place, thanks to the rampant vote-buying, in no time at all, they start to engage in schemes designed to insure the “return of their investment”. Projects that involve infrastructures are conceived, supposedly to carry on the “progress”…the bigger project, the better, as assurance for fat commissions. The worst scheme is connivance with non-governmental organizations for ghost projects. While all these things are going on, the suffering constituents see around them towering manifestations of progress in the shadow of which, they cringe in poverty.

 

Progress and poverty are the two forces that push each other to create the never ending loop that goes round and round…a never-ending cycle that plagues the people of the third-world countries such as the Philippines, and the culprit are the “investors” – exploiting nations that promise comfort in exchange for “developments”. Yet, despite the prevailing realities of the time, the rest of third-world nations still bite the bait.

Evelyn Borromeo: Buhay at Sigla ng mga Pagtitipon

Evelyn Borromeo: Buhay at Sigla ng mga Pagtitipon

Ni Apolinario Villalobos

 

Belen ang palayaw niya at kilala siya sa subdivision nila dahil sa likas na ugaling matulungin. May marinig lang siyang kuwento tungkol sa isang taong hirap sa pag-submit ng mga papeles sa ano mang ahensiya ng gobyerno, siya na mismo ang nagkukusa ng kanyang tulong. Kung mayaman ang nagpapatulong, binibigyan siya ng pamasahe at pang-miryenda, pero kung kapos sa pera, tinatanggihan niya ang inaabot sa kanya. Nakakarating siya sa Quezon City, Cubao, Pasay, Maynila, Trece Martirez at humaharap din sa Mayor ng Bacoor City o kung sino pang opisyal ng lungsod kung kailangan. Kung hindi nga lang siya anemic ay baka regular din siyang nagdo-donate ng dugo sa mga nangangailangan.

 

Kahit babae siya, pinagkatiwala sa kanya ng Perpetual Village 5 Homeowners’ Association ang pag-asikaso sa basketball court at mga palaruang pambata sa magkabilang dulo nito. Officially, siya ang Administrator ng area na yon ng subdivision, kaya kapag may gagamit ng ilaw sa gabi sa paglaro ng basketball court, siya ang nilalapitan. Dahil saklaw din niya ang “cluster” na sumasakop sa tatlong kalyeng nakapalibot sa basketball court, kung may gulo, siya pa rin ang tinatawag. Matapang siya at walang pinangingilagan, palibhasa ay dating “batang Pasay”. Tawag ng iba sa kanya sa lugar nila ay “amasona”…subalit ibang pagka-amasona, dahil ang tapang niya ay ginagamit niya para sa kapakanan ng iba. Hindi siya ang tipong matapang na bara-bara ang dating.

 

Naging presidente din siya ng subdivision nila at noong kanyang kapanuhanan ay marami siyang nagawa upang mapaganda pa ang kanilang lugar. May mga nag-uudyok sa kanyang tumakbo sa Barangay, pero ang mga malalapit sa kanya ay nagpayo na huwag na dahil baka magkasakit lang siya lalo pa at inaasikaso din niya ang kanyang asawang si Nelson na nagpapagaling sa ‘stroke”. Sa totoo lang siguro, ayaw nilang mawala si Belen sa kanilang subdivision bilang Administrator ng basketball court at Cluster Leader.

 

Tuwing umaga, ang unang ginagawa niya ay i-check kung saan nagwo-walking upang mag-exercise ang kanyang asawa, na malimit ay sa basketball court lang naman. Pagkatapos ay bibili na siya ng pan de sal at sopas para sa mahal niyang asawa. Sinusubuan din niya ito, subalit hindi niya pinapakita sa iba (nahuli ko lang siya minsan), dahil hindi siya “showy” o pakitang-tao sa kanyang pagmamahal dito. Kahit nakakapagtiyaga siya sa mga simpleng ulam lalo na gulay, pino-problema pa rin niya ang uulamin ng mga kasama niya sa bahay kaya kung minsan ay napapahiwalay ang ulam niya mapagbigyan lang iba na ang gusto ay karne.

 

Maganda ang pagkahubog ng pagkatao ni Belen dahil ang mga magulang niya ay huwaran sa sipag at pagpapasensiya. Lumaki siya sa palengke ng Pasay (Libertad market) kaya batak ang katawan niya sa hirap. Noong nag-aaral pa siya, maaga siyang gumigising upang makatulong muna sa paglatag ng paninda nila bago siya papasok sa eskwela. Pagkagaling naman sa eskwela diretso uli siya sa puwesto nila upang tumulong sa pagtinda. Magaling sa diskarte at sales talk si Belen…madali siyang paniwalaan. Kung nagkataong nakatapos siya ng pag-aaral, malamang ay maski hanggang puwestong Vice-President sa isang kumpanya ay kaya niyang pangatawanan. Subalit dahil sa kakapusan ng pera, nauwi siya sa maagang pag-asawa…kaya parang naka-jackpot ang asawa niya sa kanya.

 

Buhay at sigla si Belen sa mga pagtitipon dahil kapag nahalata niyang medyo nagkakahiyaan sa pagsayaw ay pinapangunahan niya at may halo pang pa-kenkoy na sayaw upang makapagsimula lang ng kasiyahan. Hindi rin siya maramot dahil ang mga tanim niya sa bakuran ay libre para sa lahat na makagusto – may kalamansi, kung minsan ay talong at ampalayang ligaw. Magaling din siyang magluto ng mga kakanin lalo na ng maja blanca at piche-piche, kaya kung may okasyon sa lugar nila, sa kanya umoorder ng mga ganito.

 

Tatlo ang anak ni Belen. Ang panganay na babae ay nasa Gitnang Silangan kasama ang kanyang asawa at tatlong anak. Ang pangalawang lalaki naman ay nasa bahay lang at nangangasiwa ng home-based internet shopping, at ang bunso ay magtatapos na ilang taon na lang mula ngayon.

Wala nang hinihiling pa si Belen sa Diyos dahil ayon sa kanya, halos lahat ng pangangailangan niya ay ibinigay na sa kanya….at ayaw na rin niyang humiling pa para mabigyan naman daw ng pagkakataon ang iba.

Volunteerism is in the Heart of my Neighbors, Angie and Hector Garcia

Volunteerism is in the Heart of my Neighbors,

Angie and Hector Garcia

By Apolinario Villalobos

 

Just like the rest of the pioneers in our subdivision, the couple, Angie and Hector Garcia went through the expected hardship of living in an unfamiliar new-found home, which in our case is Cavite, used to be known for notoriety – unsafe as many alleged. Add to that the difficulty of commuting to Manila because the only way was via the Aguinaldo highway that passes through buzzling public market of Zapote. The Coastal Road during the time was not yet even in the drawing board of the Department of Public Highways. That was during the early part of the 80’s.

 

A “short cut” to our subdivision from the Aguinaldo highway is traversed by a creek, deep and wide enough to be classified as a river. Several bamboo poles that were laid across the creek served as the early bridge, that was later “upgraded” to a safer one made of two electric poles floored with planks. During the early years the creek did not overflow, however, the constant reclamation of both banks constricted the flow of water that resulted to flash floods which did not spare our subdivision. These instances brought out the innate character of our neighbors that hinged on volunteerism.

 

As the home of Angie and Hector Garcia is situated right at the western entrance of the subdivision where the creek is situated, the homeowners’ association’s heavy duty rope was used to be left in their custody. They would bring it out when flood occurred so that those who would like to take the risk of crossing the bridge would have something to hold on to as they gingered their way through waist-deep flood. A heavy rain for three to four hours would put every homeowner on the alert as the heavy downpour usually triggered a flood. Angie and Hector would miss precious sleeping hours as they waited for the right moment to bring out the long heavy rope, one end of which would be tied to the post of the bridge while the other end would be entwined around the iron grill of their fence or gate. If the flood occurred at night till dawn, we would wake up in the morning with the rope already in place to serve as our “life line” to the other side of the overflowing creek.

 

The couple also took pains in cleaning the vacant area behind the subdivision’s Multi-purpose Hall and planted it to medicinal plants and mango tree which also provided shade. Vegetables were planted, too, aside from medicinal herbs for everybody’s taking in time of their need. The early morning as the sun rises would also see them sweeping the street in front of their house.

 

The leadership qualities of the couple, made their neighbors trust them. Hector had a stint as the president of the Homeowners’ Association, while Angie kept in her custody whatever meager earnings of the association from renting out the Multi-purpose Hall and monthly dues, aside from the collected Mass offerings, until clear-cut procedures were finally established during which she turned over the responsibility to the Homeowners’ Association’s Treasurer.

 

Angie is a cancer survivor having had a mastectomy, but despite her situation, she patiently endured the rigorous travel to Naujan, Mindoro with Hector to regularly check their “farm” which they planted to fruit-bearing trees. When I asked them one time why they take pains in maintaining such far-off farm instead of purchasing another either in Silang or Alfonso, both in Cavite, they confided that they have already “fallen in love” with their investment. Their love for the farm truly shows in their robust physique despite their age of sixtyish. I just imagine that perhaps, if they stop commuting to and from Naujan, Mindoro, weed their farm, and take care of the growing saplings,  their health would deteriorate as usually happens to people who cannot stand being idle.

 

The couple has three daughters, all successful in their chosen fields of endeavor. And, one of them is serving the Homeowners’ Association as Treasurer.

 

An Ideal Homeowners’ Association…Flores Village Phase II (Bangkal, Davao City)

An Ideal Homeowners’ Association
…Flores Village Phase II (Bangkal, Davao City)
by Apolinario Villalobos

Life in a subdivision is not always idyllic. There are always setbacks such as unreliable security, stray dogs, arrogant neighbors, and irregularly maintained cleanliness of surroundings. Having a reliable homeowners’ association then, becomes the only hope of the homeowner from nurturing regrets for having lived in such kind of community.

During one of my trips to Davao City, I was invited by a friend to stay with his family for a night which I gladly accepted. He lives in a middle- class, though exclusive subdivision, the Flores Village Phase II in the suburbs of the city, particularly, Bangkal. As I was used in our subdivision of being bothered by the presence of stray dogs and their incessant barking at night, my overnight stay at the Flores Village was a relief, as I never heard a single bark.

Incidentally, my friend, Ed Collado is the president of the homeowners’ association and I got interested on how he does his job. He confided that among his implemented priority projects was the installation of the CCTV units at strategic locations around the subdivision. The cleanliness and cordial relationship among neighbors are also maintained. The vacant lot which has been developed into a plaza which lately, has been provided by the local government with a multi-purpose shelter and basketball court is further made useful with the Council’s encouragement of homeowners to maintain plots which to date are planted with vegetables. Much earlier, mango trees were also planted to provide shade and later, fruits.

A healthful activity of the homeowners is the early morning brisk walk around the village which they commence as early as five in the morning. Usually, the earliest to rise is Manuel Pabriaga who is also a staunch volunteer in practically all activities of the association, despite his being a non-officer. But Ed, considers him as the Council’s “Ex-O”.

Noticeable in the subdivision is the abundance of ornamental and medicinal herbs. Some are rare which prompted this writer to encourage Ed to have them propagated and sold during agri-trade fairs, making such venture as a fund-raiser for their association. And, for this purpose, a small portion of the community garden can be converted into a nursery.

I was also told that coordination is being done with the local government for the provision of additional streetlights that will definitely make the village more livable. As of now, only the “tri-sikad” (non-motorized tricycle) is allowed to service the transport needs of commuting homeowners within the village to maintain the peace and quiet.

Interesting is their “mortuary” program for the homeowners which is akin to the “paluwagan”. In such, the homeowners are encouraged to deposit in their common fund, Php100 per month that can be withdrawn to provide relief when somebody dies in the family. This is aside from the fixed death aid benefit.

Aside from Ed Collado, who is the President of the homeowners’ association, the rest of the officers are: Emeterio J. Josue, Jr. (Vice-President), Elizabeth E. Sacco (Secretary), Rolando V. Supetrano (Treasurer), Alex Cordero (Auditor), Jesus Galcio (Business Manager), Federico Limjuco (Public Information Officer), and Rogelio Limjuco (Peace Officer).

The successful Council of the Flores Village Phase II, showed that an effective homeowners’ association is very crucial to maintain a friendly, clean and secured in a subdivision.