On my way to Philhealth Rizal at Sta. Lucia, I rode an Antipolo jeep, which had one of those blaring sound systems. Barely a few minutes into the ride, the driver chose to play a song that repeatedly chanted, "P-tang ina." As the song progressed, the lyrics degenerated to lines that contained the words: k-ntutan, itlog, etc.
Although he has the right to listen to music that he enjoys, I think that right overlaps with other people when it's being played in public. So when the jeep stopped to take on passengers, I slid to the front, tapped the driver on the shoulder, and told him, "Kuya, ang bastos-bastos."
He immediately caught on to what I meant and changed the music.
Although he has the right to listen to music that he enjoys, I think that right overlaps with other people when it's being played in public. So when the jeep stopped to take on passengers, I slid to the front, tapped the driver on the shoulder, and told him, "Kuya, ang bastos-bastos."
He immediately caught on to what I meant and changed the music.
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