Ang Baha sa Manila, Ang Manila Bay, Ang Pasig River, at “High Tide”

ANG BAHA SA MANILA, ANG MANILA BAY,  ANG PASIG RIVER,  AT “HIGH TIDE”

Ni Apolinario Villalobos

 

Ang baha sa Manila ay hindi dahil lang sa tuloy-tuloy na malakas na ulan nang kung ilang araw kundi dahil sa kawalan ng labasan ng tubig kung sumabay ang “high tide” o pagtaas ng tubig sa dagat kaya natatakpan  ang mga outlet o labasan ng tubig mula sa mga establisemento tulad ng hotel, restaurants, carinderias, at mga tirahan ng mga tao tulad ng mga bahay at  condominiums. Ang iba ay dumidiretso sa Manila Bay at ang iba ay lumalabas muna sa Pasig River.

 

Ang  tubig ng Pasig River ay sa Manila Bay dumadaloy o lumalabas. Maraming bayan ang dinadaan ng Pasig River na nakadugtong din sa Laguna de Bay at Marikina River kaya lahat ng mga bayan  na umaasa sa Pasig River bilang labasan ng tubig o outlet ay apektado din ng baha. Kapag high tide kaya tumataas ang tubig sa Manila Bay, hindi na nakakalabas dito ang tubig mula sa Pasig River, at kung sinabayan ng malakas na ulan, baha ang resulta.

 

Ang mga dating labasan ng tubig mula sa mga lumang bahay at business establishments sa Manila na sinimulang gawin noong panahon ng Kastila ay masyadong mababa kaya bumabalik sa mga ito ang tubig kapag hindi makalabas sa Pasig River kung high tide o tumaas ang tubig sa Manila Bay, KAHIT WALANG ULAN.

 

Hindi lang Manila ang apektado ng high tide na nagsasanhi ng baha kundi pati na rin ang Las Pinas, Paranaque at Cavite na ang ang hantungan ng dumadaloy mula sa drainage system nila ay  Manila Bay. Nang magkaroon ng reclamation project sa Manila Bay na tinayuan ng isang maunlad na distrito, nangyari ang pinangangambahan ng mga taga-Paranque  at ilang bahagi ng Las Pinas dahil “nasakal” ang dati ay maluwag na daluyan ng tubig mula sa mga ito patungo sa Manila Bay, kaya mabilis ang pagkaroon ng baha sa kanila kung tag-ulan.

 

Ang Marikina River ay nagdudugtong sa  Pasig River kaya kung bumalik ang tubig mula sa Manila tuwing high tide na sinabayan ng malakas na ulan, matinding baha din ang resulta.  Ang mga ilog na mula sa bulubunduking bahagi ng Rizal ay sa Marikina River din dumadaloy kaya nakakadagdag sila sa mabilis na pagtaas ng tubig na sanhi ng mabilis na pag-apaw.

 

HIGIT SA LAHAT, MAS MABABA ANG MANILA KAYSA WATER LEVEL NG DAGAT NA NOON PA LANG AY ALAM NA….AT DAHIL MAS MABABA KUNG IHAMBING SA IBA PANG MGA NAKAPALIGID NA BAYAN,  ITO ANG   PINAKALABASAN NG TUBIG MULA SA PASIG RIVER PAPUNTA SA MANILA BAY.

(The image of the Pasig River is from the Google archive.)

PASIG RIVER 1

 

Ang Solusyon sa Trapikong Sumasakal sa Kalakhang Maynila

Ang Solusyon sa Trapikong Sumasakal sa Kalakhang Maynila

Ni Apolinario Villalobos

 

Nagpapakahirap ang gobyerno at Metro Manila Development Authority sa paghanap ng paraan kung paanong mabawasan ang trapik sa kalakhang Maynila, ganoong ang solusyon ay nandiyan lang…ang Pasig River. Dapat linisin lang consistently ang Pasig River upang hindi gamiting dahilan ang mga water liliy na sumisira sa mga makina ng mga sasakyang pang-ilog tulad ng ferry. Subalit, ang mga proyekto sa paglinis ng Pasig River ay hanggang launching lamang….kodakan ng mga opisyal na gustong makita ang mga mukha sa diyaryo at TV….pagkatapos ng launching, goodbye na sa project….nagkalimutan na. Tuwing may bagong administrasyon, bagong proyekto din ang nilo-launch. GANYAN KAPANGIT ANG UGALI NG MGA NAKAUPONG OPISYAL….MGA MATATAKAW SA PHOTO OPPORTUNITY….ANO ANG NANGYARI SA “PISO PARA SA PASIG” NA SINIMULAN NI MING RAMOS NOONG PANAHON NI FIDEL RAMOS PRESIDENTE?….WALA!!!!!!

 

Hindi na dapat pang ipilit ang paggamit ng mga masisikip nang mga kalsada na pinupuno ng mga kotse ng mga mayayaman at mga bus na galing sa ibang bansa na ang hangad ang lokohin ang Pilipinas na tinatapunan ng mga bus na gawa nila. Nakakabahala ang planong paggawa ng subway sa Metro Manila dahil sa palyadong drainage system na ang iba ay iniwang nakatiwangwang. Siguradong pagbaha, maraming malulunod sa mga subway trains. KUNG ANG LRT AT MRT NGA LANG AY MAHIRAP NANG I-MAINTAIN DAHIL SA CORRUPTION, ANG SUBWAY PA KAYA? HINDI PWEDE ANG MGA GANYANG HI-TECH NA FACILITY SA PILIPINAS DAHIL SA CORRUPTION NA MALALIM ANG PAGKABAON SA SISTEMA….ISANG MAPAIT NA KATOTOHANAN!

 

Kung sa Bangkok, nagawang i-maintain ng gobyerno ang kalinisan ng main river nila na tinuturing din nilang major traffic artery, bakit hindi ito magawa sa Maynila? May floating market ang Bangkok na pwedeng gawin din sa Maynila, subalit ang problema ay ang mga burarang mga iskwater na nakatira sa mga pampang (river banks) na kapag inalis ay aalmahan naman ng mga komunistang grupo at mga human rights advocates kuno.

 

Ang Pasig River ay pwedeng gawan ng bicycle lane na may bubong mula Escolta hanggang Laguna at iba pang arteries na dumadaloy sa iba’t ibang lunsod at bayan sa buong kalakhang Maynila. Upang magkaroon ng seguridad ay dapat lagyan ng mga ilaw at mga pulis outpost sa mga designated entrance/exit areas kung saan ay pwedeng umakyat at bumaba ang mga commuting cyclists. Pwede ring lagyan ng mga rest areas na may snack kiosks para magamit na pahingahan. Sa simula pa lang ay dapat na itong kontrolin upang hindi magamit ng mga sidewalk vendors. Kapag nangyari yan, ang mga commuters ay gaganahang mag-bike kaysa sumakay ng bus, LRT o MRT dahil makakatipid na sila.

 

Ang hirap kasi sa gobyerno ng Pilipinas, karamihan ng mga nakaupong opisyal na mga matatalino kuno ay graduate at nagseminar sa ibang bansa kaya ang mga natutuhan ay HINDI ANGKOP sa Pilipinas. Yan ang resulta ng ugaling pangongopya ng mga Pilipino. Dapat ay isaalang-alang ang kultura ng mga Pilipino pagdating sa mga proyekto dahil unang-una, walang disiplina ang mga Plipino. Dahil diyan, ang nangyayari sa Singapore ay IMPOSIBLENG mangyari sa Pilipinas dahil sa ugali ng mga hangal na opisyal na ang palaging tinitinghan sa mga proyekto ay kung paano silang kumita ng komisyon…AT LALONG DAHIL SA KAWALAN NG DISIPLINA NG MGA PILIPINO, NA KAPAG SINITA SA GINAWANG MALI AY TATAKBO SA HUMAN RIGHTS COMMISSION!!!!!

The Dismal Failure of the “Resettlement” Program for Informal Settlers in Manila

The Dismal Failure of the “Resettlement” Program

for Informal Settlers in Manila

By Apolinario Villalobos

While the effort of the government to “save” Manila’s informal settlers from the danger of their abodes on the banks of esteros, underneath the bridge and unhealthy, as well as, filthy slums, is commendable, the sincerity is questionable. Where is sincerity in the promise about comfort in these resettlement areas that have no water facilities, lighted roads, public transportation, and electricity? To give a raw impression of these projects, footages of “comfortable” life in these areas are shown on TV, though it is purported that they consist just a very minimal percentage of completed units. The resettled families have no choice, but be resourceful to make the “shell” that the government call “house”, comfortable, rather than wait for the agency people to tell them that that at least, they need not worry about any demolition.

The resettled people worked in Manila business centers such as Divisoria, Sta. Cruz, Quiapo, Intramuros, Port Area, Malate, and Ermita, as well as airport terminals in Pasay City, and Makati. Some were paid the minimum wage. The rest were on daily contracted rates which were way below the minimum such as those working in stores and mall shops, in restaurants as waiters, cooks and waitresses. Some were junk collectors that rummage city dumps. Some were porters in piers and airport terminals, and still some were janitors, street sweepers, and part-time housekeepers. Their children went to schools which were walking distance away from their makeshift homes. Before the resettlement, the working members of the family already had barely enough daily fare, so that some walked to their job sites, making do with just biscuits for lunch. And then, they were forcefully resettled in the middle of school year, cutting short the studies of their children. Resettlement areas are in far off Bulacan, Cavite, Laguna and even Batangas. After the resettlement, most working members of the family quit their job for lack of daily fare to work.

Where is sanity in this supposedly “humane” program of the government? At times, even the rain could not stop the demolition of the makeshift homes, leaving the hapless families shivering, soaked to the bone, wet and hungry, crying their heart out while witnessing the tearing apart of their home that they painstakingly built out of salvaged tins and boards.

Cleared areas give way to malls and condos put up by foreign investors. Some are left as is – vacant, and just fenced in with barbed wire. The esteros or waterways that get cleared of shanties become clogged again by the waste from the upper portion of the Pasig river… floating on the stinking and murky water that flows out to Manila Bay, And the reason?… inconsistent cleaning and monitoring by authorities!  Yet, the government blames only the squatters for the perennial overflowing of these esteros! How about the factories and “legal” homes along the rivers which are also responsible for the waste and garbage that clog these waterways?

Meanwhile, the families in the pathetic resettlement areas try to survive on sweet potato leaves, kangkong, malunggay and wild indigenous vegetables, to go with their daily gruel of NFA rice. Some teen-aged daughters whose studies were cut short, try to help their family by trekking to nearby towns to work in market stalls and small eateries at Php100 a day. Mothers who used to gather vegetable trimmings in Divisoria to be sold on sidewalks or as part-time laundress near their former shanties in the city are left with nothing to do. Their husbands on the other hand cannot afford the more than three hundred pesos fare to their former jobs as porters at the port area and busy city wet markets.

As a last resort, desperate families sell the rights to their “home” and go back to where they came from to start another stage of survival. The government and the agency concerned seem blind to this vicious cycle as a result of their program that lack long-ranged planning. They thought that the solution to the urban squatting problem ends in the resettlement of the families. They forgot that the roof over the head is not just the basic need of man in order to survive. They forgot that such man has to work and earn in order to eat and do other endeavors to better his life, such as go to school.

What the government obviously wants are the numbers that they can print on reports about “rehabilitated” indigent Filipinos! Something for the world to see, that, indeed, poverty in the Philippines has been reduced!

A Philanthropist at Quinta Market of Quiapo….Baby “Bicol” Dionisio

A Philanthropist at Quinta Market of Quiapo
…Baby “Bicol” Dionisio
By Apolinario Villalobos

If I am around the Quiapo area and want to partake of my favorite eggplant torte, I would just go to my favorite carinderia (makeshift restaurant) at the Quinta market. The stall is beside the fish section. For more than nine years now, I did not know that the single mom, Baby “Bicol” Dionisio, who is tending the said eatery has been silently enduring trials that have befallen her, as under her care is a hydrocephalic granddaughter. Both sleep in the cramped area behind the counter, among their worldly possessions, and the worst time is during the flood season during which the overflowing murky water from the Pasig River which is a few meters away would flood the whole market for days, reaching up to her ankle, and during some seasons, up to her thigh. In addition to such nuisance is the several decades-old roof that drips rainwater.

I learned about her hydrocephalic granddaughter one morning when I dropped by for my favorite dish, before proceeding to the Hospicio de San Jose beside the Ayala Bridge, and which is just a few hundred meters away. During our animated conversation, she inadvertently mentioned about the child in her care. It came as a surprise. I did not know about her ward as every time I drop by, she was always cheerful. I did not know that in the crib is a handicapped child.

What touches me every time I drop by for my cheap breakfast is her very positive outlook despite her strangling financial needs for the health maintenance of the child. That morning, she told me that she has learned to leave her fate to the Lord, but added that she has never failed to exert much effort in earning for their daily survival by waking up as early as four in the morning to do her purchases and cooking, and since theirs is a public area, staying awake as late as ten in the evening. She also cheerfully mentioned that the child has learned to knock at her crib post to wake her up consistently every morning.

Baby’s daughter, the mother of the child, still has two children in her care and she is also doubling her effort to support them by doing odd jobs. She and her family live in a shanty by the Pasig River with her two other small children. Her husband drives a traysikad or pedaled tricycle. I was even more surprised when Baby pointed at an old man who was sleeping that morning on an old reclining chair in front of her stall. She said, the old man who is past his seventy years, and suffering from the dreaded Alzheimer’s disease is also under her care. As soon as she is free from attending to her customers, she checks the old man. She has no idea about her additional ward’s family. I had no courage to ask her how her caring for the old man started. I find it unethical. For me, what’s important is what is being done at the moment of need.

I did not mention to Baby about the Hospicio as I was not sure if the said institution could take care of semi-invalids such as her old ward. I am resolved, however, to at least try my best in helping her locate the family of the man for his own sake. Most often, victims of Alzheimer’s disease who could not find their way back home are painstakingly searched for by their families.

Baby’s friends in the market would sometimes extend their assistance, although, not regularly, to help lessen her financial burden. Despite her situation that could break the bearing of the weak in body and spirit, she would just smile while attending to her customers, with not a bit of complaint. Due to her very amiable personality, she exudes a warm aura that gives her face some kind of a radiance that veils her real age, making her look like fortyish despite her age of past sixty years. When I asked if it is okey to take her photo with her granddaughter beside the old man, she vehemently refused, but she did not hesitate to give me her real name. I only knew it after more than nine years, during which I would just call her “nene”.

As always, people like “nene” or Baby keeps me going…

A Brief Visit to Hospicio de San Jose

A Brief Visit to Hospicio de San Jose

By Apolinario Villalobos

On November 11, I made an urgent trip from Cavite to Quiapo for a visit to the Hospicio de San Jose, the entrance of which is at the southern end of Ayala Bridge. I intended to personally talk to the people in charge of the orphanage which opened its doors to the needy in 1810. What caught my attention was a small window on the left wall through which, perhaps, infants can be turned over discreetly by mothers. Noticeable too, were the courteous staff and cleanliness of the compound.

I was hoping to gather first-hand information about the orphanage for a kind-hearted Filipina who lives in the US whose advocacy is donating books to schools and libraries. As she was thinking of “expanding” her acts of charity, I suggested the hospicio to her. The orphanage administrator, Sr. Maria Socorro Pilar G. Evidente, or just plain Sister Socorro, was not around during the time of my visit. I was entertained, instead, by the two secretaries, Ammie Visitacion and Anne de la Cruz. Our short meeting was fruitful, as I gained more information than I expected, and which elaborated the ones that are printed in the brochure and flyer of the hospicio’s needs that they gave me.

During our meeting, a group of six children whose age ranged from 3-4 years in the care of a house-mother, peeped first, but eventually made their way inside. Anne was prepared for such visit, as she immediately went inside a room to quickly pop a small pack of popcorn in a microwave oven. The contents went around the children who delightfully nibbled them, one by one, with care yet, and in seemingly solemn silence . The scene pinched my heart…they were all smiling.

I was told by Anne and Ammie that they ran out of biscuits, referring to the inexpensive broken kind that come in tin cans, the ones served during wakes, and also popular “pasalubong”, and which they give to the children to stave off their hunger between meals. The wards were all evidently well -scrubbed and wearing neat clothes. I was hesitant to ask if the children were found in unlikely places abandoned by their mothers or were intentionally left in their care . I told myself to just find out more about the wards later. It was enough that I was told by the two secretaries that they also have wards who are attending high school and college outside the orphanage.

Interestingly, the orphanage is not limited to assisting infants, children, and youth but elderlies, as well. There are more than a hundred normal children in its care and about 56 special children. Despite its limited resources, the orphanage also shares its blessings with street children, as shown by a tarpaulin displayed at the entrance of the compound, announcing a scheduled outreach program for them. What I saw during the brief visit gave me another reason to visit Quiapo.

As mentioned earlier, the hospicio is prominently located at the southern end of Ayala Bridge, and overlooks the Pasig River. The commuting visitors can take the LRT train going to Monumento, and get off at Central Station, from where they can stroll leisurely to the bridge, along the way to which, is the SM City-Manila, and behind which is the City Hall of Manila.

Two tin cans of broken biscuits may not be too cumbersome to carry to the smiling kids and bedridden elderlies, or some packs of diapers – any size, including large and extra large for the adults, or some packs of band aids, etc. For those who may have no time to buy any of the basic needs, a few pesos can be left behind, after a brief visit. Don’t forget to ask for their brochure and flyer on which is printed the list of needs. But, if your plan is just to visit for curiosity’s sake or gather information as basis for future visits and charitable acts, please do not hesitate to go ahead. The receptionist at the lobby will refer you to the office of the Administrator where answers to your queries can be had.

I am calling on friends from the provinces, and those who live in Manila and nearby areas, who plan to splurge their bonuses in Divisoria and Baclaran, and those from abroad who plan to come home for the holidays, to please, drop by the hospicio…in the name of Jesus. Your shared blessings will go a long way, even as far as the sidewalks of Manila, as they will surely be shared by the orphanage with children not in their care, as well.

Please take note of the following useful information:

Address:          Ayala Bridge,1099

Quiapo, Manila

Emails :          hospiciodesanjose@yahoo.com

mspg.evidente@gmail.com

Website:          www.hospiciodesanjose.org

Phones            :          +632 7342367 – 68

Telefax :          +6327342366

PLEASE SHARE THIS INFORMATION….

Mga Pangarap sa Larawan

Mga Pangarap sa Larawan 

Ni Apolinario Villalobos

Sa tabi ng ilog- Pasig kung saan ay may nakadaong na mga barutong bakal (barge), may nakausap akong mag-asawa habang nag-aalmusal, kasama ang kanilang walong taong gulang na anak na babae. Bumili ako ng kendi mula sa naka-display nilang mga paninda, at para na rin makapagpahinga sa paglalakad mula sa isang lamay sa Tondo. Para lang silang nagpipiknik habang pinagsasaluhan ang dalawang styro cup na kape at limang pandesal. Almusal daw yon maski mag-aalas nuwebe na ng umaga. Nakatira sila sa isang barge, kasama ang dalawa pang pamilya. Pagkatapos nilang kumain, pupunta na daw silang mag-asawa sa ilalim ng LRT malapit sa Sta.Cruz church.

Dahil mga Bisaya, madali kaming nagkapalagayan ng loob habang nag-uusap sa salitang Cebuano. Taga- Dumaguete daw sila. Ang babae, si Criselda, ang lalaki, si  Jimmy, at ang kanilang anak, si Cristy. Nagtitinda sila ng mga kendi, mga na-repack na gomang pantali sa buhok ng babae, headband, mga coin purse, at mga mumurahing face towel na pinagkakasya nila sa dalawang bilao. Kung walang pulis na nanghuhuli, pirmi sila sa bangketa. Kung may huli, lakad sila ng lakad. Palagi silang may baong tubig at tinapay para kung saan aabutin ng gutom, dudukot na lang sila. Sa gabi sila nakakakain ng kanin para makatipid. Ang anak na si Cristy, ibinibili nila ng maski kalahating order ng ulam na gulay man lang. Kung talagang kapos, ibibili nila ito ng isang balot na kropek na tig-limang piso para pang-ulam. Pero silang mag-asawa kuntento na sa kanin na tinaktakan ng patis. Maswerte sila kung malalagyan ng sarsa ng ulam o sabaw man lang ang mabili nilang kanin para magkalasa. Kahi’t  sa ganoong sitwasyon, napapag-aral nila si Cristy sa isang elementarya na hindi kalayuan sa kanila. Ang baon niya sa araw-araw na may pasok, dalawang nilagang saging at isang biskwit na sky flakes.

Nang umagang yon, sa tabi ni Cristy ang bag niya na tadtad na ng sulsi, nakalatag ang ilang libro at isang brown envelop na punit ang takip at halatang maraming lamang papel. Tinanong ko ang bata kung ano ang mga laman. Sa halip na sagutin ako, inilabas niya lahat at iniabot ang iba’t ibang mga makikintab at makukulay na mga  pahina ng mga magasin…may mga larawan ng mga sapatos, damit, bag, laruan. Pinuri ko siya sa kanyang mga koleksyon na halatang pinag-iingatan niya.

Sabi ni Criselda, basta may pagkakataon daw, naglilikom si Cristy ng ganoong mga pahina ng mga magasin. Natutuwa daw ang bata sa paulit-ulit na pagtingin sa mga larawan. Hindi siya nagsasawa. Dugtong ni Jimmy, animo nga ay nangangarap. Tinanong ko si Cristy kung ano ang gusto niyang “maging” paglaki niya. Gusto daw niyang magtrabaho sa hamburgeran at mag-aral upang maging isang nurse. Nagulat ako na sa murang edad niya ay mayroon siyang ganoong pangarap na nakaplano…parang hindi siya isang walong taong gulang na bata nang sagutin niya ang tanong ko. Yon pala, isip matanda daw talaga ang bata sabi ni Criselda dahil ang mga kaibigan niya ay mga tin-edyer na anak ng dalawang mag-asawang kasama nilang naninirahan sa barge. May pinsan ang mga kaibigan niya na nagtatrabaho sa Jolibee at nag-aaral sa kolehiyo – bale, working student. Ito pala ang nagbigay ng ideya kay Cristy para mahabi ang kanyang pangarap. At ang mga nakalarawang mga damit, sapatos, at bag sa mga koleksyon niya ay kasama sa kanyang mga pangarap. Kung tawagin niya ang mga ito ay “mga damit ko”, “mga sapatos ko” at “mga bag ko”.

Habang kaswal kaming nag-uusap ni Cristy, pasingit-singit na sumasabad ang mag- asawa. Sabi ni Jimmy, hinahayaan na lang nila ang batang pangarapin ang mga nasa larawan upang maski papaano ay nakakapagpalipas ito ng oras kaysa magpalaboy-laboy kasama ang mga ka-edad niyang mga bata. Alam ng mag-asawa na sa sitwasyon nila, ang mga pinapangarap ng anak nila ay hanggang doon na lang – sa mga larawan at malayong maging totoo. Tanggap nila ang katotohanang ito dahil sa kanilang kahirapan.

Sabay na kaming naglakad papunta sa Sta. Cruz. Naiwan si Cristy dahil Linggo noon at babantayan niya ang mga nakasampay na uniporme niya sa school hanggang matuyo at baka raw liparin ng hangin. Ang dalawang blusa at palda ay nilabhan daw ni Cristy mismo paggising na paggising niya. Habang naglalakad kaming tatlo, sinabi ng mag-asawa na natutuwa sila sa kanilang anak dahil mabait at may sarili nang pangarap at sana daw ay hindi matulad sa kanila na hindi man lang nakatapos ng elementaray. Napansin din nila na nakakapagbigay ito sa kanilang anak ng kakaibang sigla at kasiyahan…para ring sigla at kasiyahan daw na kanilang nadarama kapag nagsisimba at taimtim na nagdadasal sa Sta. Cruz church dala ng matindi nilang pananalig sa Diyos maski hindi nila ito nakikita. Para akong dinagukan sa huli nilang sinabi. Nawala ang gutom at antok ko dahil sa pakikipaglamay sa isang nakaburol na kaibigan sa Tondo. Tama sila…sila na nagsasabing hindi man lang nakatapos ng elementarya. Nasa isip din kaya ito ng mga nakatapos sa kolehiyo at unibersidad? …ng mga may doctorate degree? …ng mga namumuno sa ating bayan?..ng mga matatalino daw?…ng mga maka-Diyos daw?

Sana….

 

Quo Vadis, Philippines?

Quo Vadis, Philippines?

 

By Apolinario B. Villalobos

Before you proceed reading this commentary, I would like to make it clear that what you will find herein are personal observations and questions not intended to incite dissatisfaction against the national leadership or any of its agencies. These concerns are already in the mind of the Filipinos long, long time ago, yet. They are mentioned during informal discussions among “wise guys” in barber shops, in parties to while time away, in  drinking sprees. My intention here is just to open the eyes and minds of the rest who play blind and deaf to what are happening around us:

1.         The perennial  flooding of Metro Manila streets during rainy season and high tide. Did somebody ever mention anything about the inconsistency of agencies which are supposed to maintain the  drainage system? My simple observation is that they forgot the word “monitor” in their operation. Worse, they de-clog the drainage during rainy season, when they can do such during the summer months!. Sad to say that during the summer months, esteros are left with hardened silt compose of garbage and mud. Not any of the administrations ever thought of de-silting these drainage outlets. What they do is just skim the floating garbage, that’s all.

Still on the clogged drainage system of the cities, if floods can no longer be tolerated and agencies concerned are bombarded with complaints, the drainages are de-clogged and to some extent, repaired. But, while all these are going on, the manholes are left open to be filled again by debris, sands, gravels, which are just piled beside them. By the time the manholes are closed, the drainages are again clogged considerably. Again, months later, budgets are released for de-clogging, making some people richer. It is a vicious cycle.

The towns and cities are supposed to have Administrators. But do they ever go around to check their domains, so that they can also have the opportunity to find manholes without covers and dumped with garbage, drainage outlets without iron grills, and  the already mentioned hardened silts of waterways? Your guess is as good as mine.

Is the Metro Manila Development Authority (MMDA) concerned only with streets and traffic? How about the waterways or esteros that are supposed to be given equal attention just like the streets, hence, the need for their daily upkeep?  The same garbage that we find on the streets are also found in waterways. So why can’t these waterways be cleaned up just like the streets on a regular basis? If it is not the MMDA, what is the concerned agency doing about it?

While wise guys always point accusing fingers to the plastic bags, household garbage, etc. as the cause of flood, have they ever thought that the entire drainage system of the metro needs to be “elevated”  to a  level higher than the prevailing high tide? No amount of campaigns against plastic and garbage can help if the issue on the elevation of drainage system is not resolved. The old outlets of the city drainage system that spill out to the Pasig river are easily “covered” by the high tide due to the thick silt from the waste coming from the ground and households. The silt has been deposited for so many years. So what can we expect when the occurrence of high tide is aggravated by rains? In Thailand, the river is utilized as a major traffic artery. Though, brownish in color, the river is free of any garbage, in fact portions are even used as floating markets. Sadly for our Pasig River, several attempts have been made to make use of it as a flowing highway with the establishment of ferry terminals and even operation of ferries, but it was short-lived. The agency concerned just lacked the drive necessary to push through with the project. Most sadly, fund-raising drives were made but with no good and encouraging results. Why? Because photo coverage and TV exposures were done and those were enough to somehow put on record that the government had a project of this kind, for Filipinos in the future to know that something was done.

2.         Laws relegated to the sidelines. Always, we hear comments that the Philippines has the best laws in the world. There is a law for practically against everything – smoking in public places, drinking on the sidewalk, urinating in public areas, improper attire of jeepney and taxi drivers, jaywalking, posting of streamers in prohibited areas during election season, vote-buying, drug-abuse, littering, sidewalk parking, squatting, etc. Unfortunately, none is properly implemented. News programs show solvent boys clustered under bridges sniffing the intoxicant, many jeepney drivers take to the streets in sleeveless shirts, shorts and slippers, jolly shirtless guys huddle in street corners and sidewalks with cases of beer or bottles of hard liquor, rampant vote-buying before election day, illegally cars parked on sidewalks, squatters proliferating in vacant lots and even under the bridges, etc. Why can’t these be stopped? The reason always heard from agencies concerned to impose appropriate laws is the lack of budget, hence, not enough personnel and equipment. Worse, they insist that there are no complainants. But let a violation be done to a VIP that results to media exposure, in a snap of fingers, these agencies, greedily grab the limelight and take action. What is commendable though, is the effort of Davao City government which is consistent in implementing the law against smoking in public places and fireworks during New Year. Some cities took the cue and followed suit.

3.         Commercialization of public education to an embarrassing high level and unattended needs of far-flung primary and secondary schools. Just recently, the country was shocked by the news about a student of the University of the Philippines-Manila who committed suicide due to her failure to take an exam resulting from her non-payment of tuition on time. Many more related incidents, though, some not necessarily reaching the point of suicide, are still happening in government educational institutions. They just do not grab the attention of the media because of their “insignificance” compared to incidents in big institutions found in Manila. As if the commercialization is not enough, children in far-flung corners of the country are deprived of their right to proper education due to lack of conducive facilities. It is shocking to find dilapidated structures with corroding tin roofs, termite-eaten walls, muddy floors. The measly-paid teachers, sacrifice substantial portion of their meager salaries to buy chalk, blackboard eraser and even pencils for most-deprived students in their classes.  You see them on TV, thanks to the effort of some stations. Interviews are made with the hope that their concerned bosses in air-conditioned rooms can give them a glance. Still, nothing is done to ease their situation. These bosses rely on reports by supervisors and superintendents that are too good to be believable.

4.         One-time usability of textbooks. It is very expensive to climb the rungs of education in the Philippines. Second-hand books for kindergarten school kids and the rest of the education levels can no longer be bought by parents. Enterprising personalities in the concerned agencies allowed the inclusion of test exercises after each chapter of the books, hence, making them not applicable for the learning process of the next user because of the answers in those pages. They did away with the separate test papers, a system which is an advantage for the parents who can still keep the books for the younger children in the family. This “bright idea”  practically made textbook publication and printing a booming industry at the expense of the poor.

5.         Inconsistency in the maintenance of public facilities. Ningas kugon is the most appropriate two-word description for most government projects – good only for publicity or photo opportunity during the few months after they have been inaugurated. All one needs to do is just to look around:   plant boxes dividing main thoroughfares that used to be painted with the colors of whoever is at the helm of the government unit are now with wilted plants and broken portions, bridges that once were blindingly lighted with colorful plastic street lamps  are now with busted bulbs and broken posts, toilets that used to have gleaming granite floors and walls complete with running water are now stinking due to lack of running water and worse, with heavily stained toilet bowls, lavatories and walls. The light rail transit system (LRT) with its sister facility, the metro transit system (MRT) have toilets only in very few terminals. Toilets at most terminals are not open to the public. But during their inauguration, the said facilities were proudly tweeted to make the travel of the commuters comfortable. Such displays were shown on TV, even mentioned during interviews.

6.         Corruption. Practically, all levels of our society, both the private and public sectors are tainted with  it. Everybody knows about the ghost projects, misused pork barrels, sex in exchange for favors, tong system. Generations of Filipinos grew up breathing its obnoxious whiff. The atmosphere of the country is heavily smogged with it.

7.         Political dynasties. It has become a profitable industry in the country. What makes it such is the great temptation to earn favors and money. That temptation is greatly enhanced by our culture, part of which are the padrino system and utang na loob (gratitude). Today, a negtive enhancement is the rampant vote buying during election season. This practice favors families who have the money to invest in politics, they who are willing to spend millions as they expect a greater return when they assume office. This practice is a glaring exploitation of the major sector of our society – those who live even below the tolerable poverty line.

Many NGOs are trying their best to correct the wrongdoings, even religious organizations are doing the same,  lifting not only one finger, but all fingers to be dipped in so many issues that plague the Filipinos in general. All efforts are to no avail. A foreign student was even  threatened with legal actions and expulsion from the country when he posted photos of public toilets with no running water and tissue paper. Instead of thanking him for bringing the matter to the attention of agencies concerned, though via a social network, the poor guy was treated as a persona non grata.

TV viewers are treated to scenes from time to time, of solvent boys opening doors of cars in traffic jams to snatch valuables from helpless motorists, climbing over fences along EDSA as their way of escape. But except for the TV exposure, nothing has been done to apprehend them. What happened to the radios that are supposed to be part of the gear of the traffic enforcers and are supposed to be connected to monitoring sites? If only the ones assigned to monitor the traffic through CCTVs, especially, portions of the roads identified where the aforementioned incidents usually happen immediately get in touch with their counterparts in the field, there could have been encouraging results of apprehension. But no, all we see on TV screen are interviews, that’s all.

What is lacking in our government is proper coordination and strict checking of those down the rank if they do their responsibilities properly. But how can this be done, when the guys up there who are supposed to go around and check are killing time in their air-conditioned offices? Simply said, our government system is not result-oriented. Obviously, it is reactionary in its attitude. The end result is finger pointing as to who is at fault.

Here is something on the rally culture of the Filipinos – the effigy of Uncle Sam, alongside with the one of whoever is at the helm of the country are always part of the show that climaxes every rally. Even the world-respected and spirit behind the People Power, Cory Aquino is not spared. To dramatically show the rallyists’ “deeply- entrenched emotion and sentiment”, conflagration of these paper structures is done as climax of the event. For so many years that these things were done and still being done, what have we gained? Some of those who are into this kind of activity despise Uncle Sam, but have the gall to fall in line to have their passport marked with US visa . I know of friends who shout obscenities against the government and Uncle Sam during rallies but spend their vacations in the US – in the homes of their parents or siblings who are green card holders!

All that poor Juan can do is draw a heavy sigh and ask himself: “where are we going from here?”  Indeed, quo vadis Philippines? Don’t ask me….