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eastwind journals02 Nov 2018 08:53 pm

How Filipino Drivers Drive You Crazy * Is Pinoy Driving Culture Beyond Reform? * eastwind

HOW FILIPINO DRIVERS DRIVE YOU CRAZY
 
Is Pinoy Driving Culture Beyond Reform?
Anarchy on the Streets – Bluffing on Who Goes First
The 12 Traits of Pinoy Drivers
 
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By Bernie Lopez, eastwindreplyctr@gmail.com
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An American expat from Boston working for a bank here says, “Nothing beats the Boston taxi in terms of notoriety. That is, until I came to Manila and rode a taxi.” 
 
A Pinoy driver says, “When I went to Singapore, I realized the beauty of road discipline in reducing stress and traffic.”
 
A German tourist, watching from the 12th floor of Makati Shangrila, says, “I have never seen a place where there are 12 traffic aides in one intersection (Makati Ave. corner Ayala Ave.) contradicting each other and causing traffic. Back home, it’s a single traffic light and the traffic flows smoothly during rush hour.” 
 
12 Traits of the Pinoy Driver?
 
01
Jeepney or Porsche drivers, rich or poor, have the same bad habits.
02
Veers left in order to turn right.
03
Bluffs who goes first, like a poker bet.
04
3 lanes become 6 lanes during rush hour.
05
When the traffic light turns yellow, speed up, not slow down.
06
Speed greed induces grid locks, which can last for hours.
07
On top of road rage is road anarchy.
08
The horn is a weapon to intimidate or irritate.
09
The courtesy culture is only in Subic.
10
We cannot have a day-time truck ban because they are owned by powerful oligarchs.
11
Many traffic schemes are band-aid solutions being changed every month. Trial and error.
12
Motorbikes are taking over. They think they are exempt from traffic lights.
 
When will we ever learn? Perhaps never. It is an impossible feat to change the Pinoy driving culture. Stiff fines, CCTVs, kilometers of intertwining concrete fences, thousands of traffic aides all do not work. If Subic can do it, why not Metro-Manila? Surprisingly, a Filipino driver who migrates to New York suddenly changes from a roaring lion to a meek lamb. We need a sociologist or a charismatic leader more than a traffic cop or CCTVs to change things.
 
The key perhaps is a shift in Filipino driving culture, an almost impossible feat. We need persuasion and value education, psychologists, sociologists more than cops and authoritarianism, making the Pinoy driver realize its worth it. Easy to say.
 
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by Bernie V. Lopez, eastwindreplyctr@gmail.com
Blogger/Columnist-Journalist-Broadcaster, 35 years / Healing Ministry, 27 years
Inquirer * Business World * Manila Times * Manila Chronicle * Radio Veritas
Healing Ministry of Srs. Raquel/Gloria, RVM * for healing inquiries send email.
 
Eastwind Inspirational Verses
A Marian Trilogy
 
P175

 
P179

 
A102

 
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eastwind journals03 Oct 2018 05:34 am

THE HOLOCAUST MAIDEN * A True Post World War II Story * eastwind

THE HOLOCAUST MAIDEN
 
A True Post-World War II Story
A Filipino Draws a Holocaust Victim out of her Darkness
 
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By Bernie Lopez, eastwindreplyctr@gmail.com
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RUTH (not her real name), at a tender age, and her parents, together with thousands of other Jews, were rounded up into the Warsaw Ghetto, living like pigs in a giant sty with very little food. The SS planned them to be ransomed to the world Jewry to raise $2 million dollars to finance the invasion of Russia. A Christian family smuggled Ruth out of the Ghetto by simply putting her in a coffin, which was thrown into a cart full of corpses headed for the cemetery. There, she was smuggled out in the dead of night. 
 
Ruth was an attractive blonde who eventually became a Broadway actress in New York. But the memory of Warsaw would linger and haunt her, until one day, it took its toll. She withdrew totally from the world, not speaking, staring at the wall. Silent tears would suddenly flow. No one could draw her out of her darkness.
 
She was brought to the Bet Tzedek (Hall of Justice in Hebrew) Legal Services in Fairfax, Los Angeles, USA, which offered free legal services for low-income residents. Bet Tzedek was a prestigious international Robin Hood of a law firm known as far as Tel Aviv and Washington DC. The firm wanted the German government to pay Ruth war reparations as a holocaust survivor. For days, the lawyers tried hard to pry her open, but she was like an ice-berg, cold, unmoved, opaque, unreachable. When the lawyers gave up, they passed her on to Lisa, the only Filipino woman in the group, hoping she could thaw the ice-berg. 
 
Lisa knew instinctively how to break-in Ruth. She sat beside her and held her hand without saying a word. She caressed her hair and touched her face. Ruth stared at her, and for the first time, gave a faint smile. Lisa knew the magic of touch. Touch was better than a thousand words. Later on, after Lisa left, Ruth spoke her very first four words in three-odd years, asking “What is her name?”
 
Lisa came back prepared. She had a dreidel (a Jewish toy), and like little children, Lisa, in her late twenties, and Ruth, in her late thirties, played together. Lisa said she lived in Germany before. Ruth said, “Spreken sie Deutch?” (Do you speak German?) Lisa answered, “Nein” (no). Gradually, the ice-berg melted under the intense heat of a dialogue of children. Ruth said she was originally from Poland. Slowly, from a trickle of words, there was a flood of unspoken darkness deep inside her soul flowing out. Sharing one’s unspoken pains is a form of healing. 
 
Ruth recalled her harrowing experience. The lawyers got the information they needed to file a case against the German government. Finally, she won her case. She was awarded about US$3,000 a month for the rest of her life, a small fortune which insured her future. Today, she lives in the Los Angeles area.
 
The Jewish community lauded the lawyers of Bet Tzedek. The story of how Lisa melted an iceberg, which no one else could do, was front page news in a local Jewish paper. Asked how she did it, Lisa said, “It’s simple. It’s no secret. The art of listening and touching can open windows and bring in the light. A smile can change despair into hope instantly.” 
 
Here are some pointers from Lisa. Eye contact is critical. The eyes are the windows of the soul.  When you listen, listen hard. Do not distract the speaker with your urge to speak. Just keep quiet. Have a sixth sense when to butt in. Show empathy and genuine interest. Finally, touch is sometimes the greatest ice-breaker, but not always. Some do not want to be touched. Resort to the touchless smile that touches. For Ruth, it worked like magic. There is something spiritual in the physical.
 
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by Bernie V. Lopez, eastwindreplyctr@gmail.com
Blogger/Columnist-Journalist-Broadcaster, 35 years / Healing Ministry, 17 years
Inquirer * Business World * Manila Times * Manila Chronicle * Radio Veritas
Healing Ministry of Srs. Raquel/Gloria, RVM * for healing inquiries send email
 
Eastwind Inspirational Verses
 
p159
 
p161
 
p160
The above verse is an excerpt from the book
Wings and Wanderlust – The Art of Discovering Your Inner Self
Read an excerpt –
Brawl in a Portuguese Bar * Vila Franca de Santo Antonio, Portugal
http://www.sisterraquel.com/2013/10/eastwind-memoirs-02
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eastwind journals18 Sep 2018 04:28 am

Pintig Pinoy (Filipino Pulse) * The Psychic Mechanic & Boatman * eastwind

PINTIG PINOY (Filipino Pulse)
The Psychic Mechanic and Boatman, True Stories
 
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By Bernie V. Lopez, eastwindreplyctr@gmail.com
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My expat brother Resti (not his real name), who was a self-taught mechanic, was visiting me from the States. He had perfected the art of tune-up using books. We visited my friend Monching (not his real name) at his talyer (motor repair shop) in Mandaluyong. He was in the middle of tuning up a Lamborgini, a rare expensive Italian sports car. Conversation is reconstructed.
 
RESTI – Nice car.
MONCHING – Spark plugs alone cost 64,000 pesos. 4,000 pesos each times 16 spark plugs.
RESTI – Wow. That much.
 
MONCHING – There are only two to three Lamborginis in the entire Philippines. This is one of them. I bought it dirt cheap from the owner because he owed me a lot of money for repairing his fleet of cars. But I regret buying it. 
 
RESTI – Why?
 
MONCHING – Super-expenisve spare parts, not available. Takes months to get it by order. Gas consumption is crazy. Rev the car for 5 seconds and you consume half a liter of gas. It will cost me ten liters just adjusting the timing-idling. 
 
ME – That’s an exaggeration, of course.
 
RESTI – (Bragging) In the States, we have a machine which can measure exactly the optimum mix of oxygen and gas. You should get one. 
 
MONCHING – (Annoyed by the unsolicited advice.) I don’t need it.
RESTI – Well, how do you adjust timing-idling then?
MONCHING – Come closer under the hood. Do you hear the engine?
RESTI – Absolutely.
MONCHING – We know the proper oxygen-gas mix simply by listening. Listen.
 
Monching revs up and lets go, then listens. He adjusts the timing-idling. He revs up again and readjusts after listening. After a few tries, the engine is purring nicely.
 
RESTI – Wow. Amazing. Give me five, bro.
 
MONCHING – Here in the Philippines, we don’t have expensive gadgets. We learn to use our psychic. We communicate to the engine rather than watch a VU meter from a machine. We listen. It is strange that we have invented many hi-tech gadgets, but fail to realize that sometimes no machine can beat the human psychic.
 
I have endless stories about the Pinoy psyche, what I call Pintig Pinoy, at the grassroots level. Read the next story below.
 
THE PSYCHIC BOATMAN
 
I met Rusty (not his real name), an American tourist, in a beer pub along Burgos St. in Makati. Conversation is reconstructed. 
 
RUSTY – You know I have a very high regard for Filipinos after I met a boatman.
ME – Really? Tell me about it.
 
RUSTY – I’m a scuba diver. In Mindoro, I hired a boatman to bring me to a diving site, which he knew about like the back of his hand. 
 
ME – You can’t dive alone. That’s a rule. Always dive with a companion.
RUSTY – Precisely. My diving companion was the boatman.
ME – But he has no scuba gear. He can’t dive with you.
 
RUSTY – Yes he can. I asked him if he can dive. He said since he was a kid. I asked him where his scuba gear was. He pointed to his wooden goggles, and displayed a single plywood fin. I said to myself, this I gotta see. We went to a dive site and he told me to get in the water and he would follow. So I did, and waited curiously for him to follow. I was amazed how he could move faster in his single crude plywood fin than I with my pair of high-class rubber fins. 
 
ME – Let me explain. Fishermen use it everywhere. It’s shaped like a giant pingpong racket. On the ‘handle’, there are strips of rubber so you can put it on like a giant slipper.
 
RUSTY – Amazing ingenious but simple gadget, lo-tech Filipino versus hi-tech American. It’s a simple motion. He pulls on the fin with his leg and it easily follows. Then he pushes on it, as if ‘stepping’ on the water, transporting him forward at tremendous speed. He can do three steps per second. He can easily beat me in a race. 
 
ME – How about oxygen? He has no scuba tank.
 
RUSTY – This was a complete surprise for me. I waited for him to run out of air. I expected him to go up for air, but instead he went down to the anchor, which was an LPG tank full of oxygen. That was his oxygen tank. He gulped some air and continued his dive. Wow. Ingenious. 
 
ME – But he can’t go very far.
 
RUSTY – Whatever. Still it’s a stroke of native genius. I was wondering about his googles. If it is made of wood, water would easily leak in. He explained to me that it is carved with precision to fit his face, so no leak. It is improvised with rubber strips and rubber bands. They waterproof the transparent glass or plastic with resin. Tell me why I should not idolize the Filipino, who are poor materially but are rich spiritually. 
 
Deep into the night, I told him about other ingenious fisherman’s gadget from my experience in my grassroots immersion as a journalist, until we could drink beer no more. It is amazing how we Filipinos can sometimes take for granted our genius, our ability to improvise, to make something out of nothing.
 
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by Bernie V. Lopez, eastwindreplyctr@gmail.com
Blogger/Columnist-Journalist-Broadcaster, 35 years / Healing Ministry, 27 years
Inquirer * Business World * Manila Times * Manila Chronicle * Radio Veritas
Healing Ministry of Srs. Raquel/Gloria, RVM * for healing inquiries send email
 
Eastwind inspirational verses
 
you are better off than many
if you are poor materially
but rich spiritually
 
p156
 
p164
 
p177

 

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eastwind journals12 Sep 2018 08:08 am

Pilgrimage Across the Universe * Featuring the Hubble Space Photos

A PILGRIMAGE ACROSS THE UNIVERSE
Featuring NASA’s Hubble Space Photos
 
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by Bernie V. Lopez, eastwindreplyctr@gmail.com
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The Hubble Space Photos of NASA were a giant leap in discovering the Universe. Before that, our puny cameras from Earth were blurred by the atmosphere. Suddenly, cameras from outer space could reveal the awesome details of God’s Creation.
 
 
 

 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
APOLOGIES -
eastwind Youtube Documentaries shown below deferred for later.
 

01 – Meditating on the universe – a tour of galaxies. Narration by Fr. James Reuter, SJ.

02 – New space discoveries – neutrinos, SDSS, cosmic void, big bang theory, blackholes, galactic superclusters.
 
03 – Cosmology 101. Basics Principles of the Cosmos – galaxies, nebulas.
 

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