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    The 
      very first article! First published: April, 1999 on LocalVibe.com  | 
     
       
       HOLDAP! Commuting 
        is a never-ending adventure. I swear, every time you get out of the house, 
        you are opening yourself up to a destiny that's never under your control. 
         Just the 
        other day at noon, I got on a bus in Cubao headed for Makati. There were 
        around 8 people onboard. A policeman rode. Three shifty-eyed youths disembarked 
        together soon after. The driver started saying: "Buti na lang sumakay 
        si sir (policeman). Kanina pa akong nagdududa sa tatlong iyan." Apparently 
        they looked suspicious to the driver--- too antsy and nervous to be merely 
        commuters. Hold-uppers, was more like it. At which point the remaining 
        commuters started speaking up in dismay and horror. We were ALMOST robbed. 
        And most of us didnt notice a single thing.  Still, we 
        were better off than my officemate who lost his bag and P17,000 Tag Heuer 
        watch to a bunch of young hold-uppers on a fairly empty Fairview bus at 
        10 pm. The thieves were even apologetic about their work as they wielded 
        their knives. "Pasensya na po kayo, trabaho lang ito."  Are we supposed 
        to sit idly by as pimply teenagers rob us of our hard-earned goods and 
        cash????!!! Well.... yes! The truth of the matter is and i know this may 
        sound wimpy to you black-belters out there) you can always earn back whatever 
        was taken. Buy a new watch. Get a new bag. You can't buy yourself a new 
        life if the robbers decide you're too much trouble and slit your throat.   | 
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       Which is 
        why I offer you these  1) Don't 
        carry around big amounts of money when commuting. If this can't be 
        helped, get a cab. And for cripe's sake, don't cling to 
        it your bag like it contains millions. If you notice secretaries who just 
        come out of the bank, they clutch their purses (obviously containing the 
        company's salaries) with a look on their faces which proclaims, "Don't 
        bother me, I'm carrying money!" + Take this time I was climbing the pedestrian overpass to Farmers Plaza in Cubao. As is usual on a weekend, the overpass was crowded. I felt kind of strange, like something was about to happen. And true enough as I ascended the stairs, I felt a very slight brush of fingers against my back pocket. I immediately turned and grunted loudly. Whoever did it was quick. No sign of the hand anywhere. Good thing my wallet was in my front jeans pocket. Same thing happened to me not two weeks later in the communion line at church: fingers brushing my empty back pocket. Ever since, my wallets been either up front or in my ratty backpack. Here are 
        some tips on spotting the pickpockets/bandits among fellow commuters, 
        as retold to me by one taxi driver who survived an attack from 4 hold-uppers 
        (and gained several stitches in the process): 
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