Around old and downtown Manila (Part 8)

Once we found ourselves back in Quiapo, we decided to have mami and siopao at the old and infamous Ma Mon Luk restaurant along Quezon Boulevard. The place has been un-airconditioned since time immemorial because, according to a magazine clipping posted on Ma Mon Luk’s wall, airconditioning affects the noodle soup’s taste. For a decent price, the bowl of noodles was quite filling. Though, as to taste, I don’t think there was anything extraordinarily special about the soup. Perhaps it’s all about the nostalgia of having a bowl full of the ‘original’ mami of Manila. The siopao was meaty and quite filling too.

After having merienda, I parted ways with my friends and walked across Quezon Boulevard, took some last snapshot of Quiapo, and boarded an FX back to Quezon City. That was a pretty tiring but satisfying spontaneous walking tour.

Around old and downtown Manila (Part 1)

Last week, one of my friends wanted to buy supplies at Divisoria in Manila. Because we had a previously botched road trip, I suggested we take the Divisoria trip as an opportunity to just roam around the streets of old Manila. Quiapo is where we started. Here are some pictures.

There was a time early when I was a freshman in college when I would just board a bus to Quiapo after my day’s classes, instead of going to my organizations’ tambayans in Mass Comm, or instead of simply going home. I would just walk around Plaza Miranda, buy DVDs at the stalls along Hidalgo, and there were times I would even cross Quezon Bridge on foot and take pictures at Lawton with my SLR camera with black-and-white film.

Quezon Boulevard – Recto Avenue

Quezon Boulevard, Manila Quezon Boulevard Underpass, Manila

January 14, 2008. Continued from here. It wasn’t long before I reached the intersection of Quezon Boulevard and C.M. Recto Avenue. It was the first time I found out that there was a pedestrian underpass along Quezon Boulevard that crosses Recto and Quezon Boulevard itself. The underpass is similar to the Lacson Underpass in Quiapo, but this one’s lined with garment and tailoring shops.

Quezon Boulevard Underpass, Manila Quezon Boulevard Underpass, Manila

I haven’t dropped the note

October 11, 2006. Wooh! High school. I’ve been hopping around Multiply a while ago and I came across this scanned copy of one of our class pictures from my high school classmate, Raf Dionisio’s page. Props to who can spot me.

I’ve not been diligent in updating this blog. Pasensya na. Hindi ko na rin masyadong dinadala ang camera ko kung saan-saan ako pumupunta. Kaya kung mag-update man ako ay puro mga nakaw na litrato mula sa mga kaibigan lang ang napo-post ko. Na-realize ko kung gaano ka-bulky at inconvenient ang magdala ng DSLR araw-araw, lalo na kapag palagi kang nagko-commute at naglalakad-lakad.

Noong Biyernes ng Hapon, maaga kaming na-dismiss sa klase ni Sir Fortin. Ilang araw ko na rin niyayaya si Eka at nagpapasama sa kanya papuntang Quiapo. Matagal-tagal na rin akong hindi nakakabili ng mga DVD. Dahil wala na rin naman kaming ginagawa noong hapong ‘yon, we spontaneously decided to go to Quiapo.

Before we knew it, we were on a Quiapo-bound bus from Philcoa. Mag-iisang oras din ang tinagal ng biyahe dahil sa trapik. Pero masaya naman dahil marami kaming napag-usapan. Halos hindi ko napansin na ganoon katagal ang byahe.

Na-miss ko ang Quiapo. Noong first year at second year ako, madalas akong bumisita ng Quiapo tuwing break ko. This may be weird, but I find gratification in exposing myself to street chaos na Maynilang-Maynila.

Na-miss ko ring mamili ng DVD. Alam kong masama ang pagtangkilik sa piniratang produkto. Ang mantra ko naman ay hindi ako bibili ng piniratang pinoy. It’s twisted reasoning. Pero ganon talaga. I love my own. “Revenge of the third world” din nga ika ng iba. Saka isipin niyo, pirated DVDs in the Philippines have facilitated greater acknowlegment and understanding of film and cultures of other countries to Filipinos, by exposing us to such material which we wouldn’t have affordable access to anyway. Rather than thinking of piracy as destroying potential markets, it can be thought of as building up new ones by jumpstarting the interest in foreign films. Just sue us when we have enough purchasing power to actually buy original materials.

Nalihis na naman ako. Marami-rami rin kaming nabili ni Eka. Mahigit isang oras din ang tinagal ng byahe pabalik ng UP. Pero tulad ng byaheng papuntang Quiapo, hindi ko gaanong namalayan ang oras.

Pagbalik ko ng UP ay dapat may dadaluhan akong isang pagpupulong ng alliance laban sa laboratory fees sa Mass Comm. Akala ko nga ay late na ako. Ang siste pala ay hindi siya natuloy. Dahil nabakante ang oras kong nilaan ko para sa pagpupulong, naisipan kong samahan sina Celeni at Patty (Lazatin) sa Seattle’s Best Coffee sa Katipunan, kahit na ang dugyot-dugyot na ng pakiramdam ko. Dahil hindi naman ako coffee-shop person at kaunti lang ang alam ko sa kape (bagamat ang pamilya ko ay galing sa lugar na binansagang “coffee town of the Philippines”), naka-order ako ng isang inuming napaka-pait pala ng lasa, at hindi ko talaga siya nagustuhan. Ihinalo ko na lang ang isang tasa ng kapeng ‘yon sa isang baso ng malamig na gatas para mainom ko nang maayos. Ayos lang naman, libre naman ‘yon ni Celeni. Salamat nga pala.

Noong Martes, wala akong klase noong hapon. Nagpasama ako kay Patti (Serrano) sa SM North EDSA. Matapos tupdin ang ilang utos mula kay Mama, tumambay lang kami sa Starbucks, na bihirang bihira kong gawin. Isang oras din kaming nakapag-usap. Kanina, sinamahan ko si Patti (Lapus) sa Roadrunner para ipa-telecine ang film rushes namin for Film 113. Unfortunately, may mga kailangan pa kaming ipapirmang mga papeles bago kami bigyan ng kinakailangan naming 50% student discount.