“Hapon na nay, mabakal na ako tinapay.” I said to my mother before she could request me to. Before, she usually requests me to buy bread for merienda every 3 o’clock in the afternoon, but now I am able to initiate myself to make it a routine. She gave me twenty-five pesos which is enough for the three of us including my father. Nothing is considered cheap these days. I wore my hat to protect myself from the heat of global warming and also my wrist watch for the sake of looking good. I also grabbed my IPod with me to listen to my favorite alternative rock music while walking to the bread store.
The store is located in the town plaza. From our house, I have to pass the highway and cross the street to reach the plaza and across it is my destination. I turned on my IPod and listened to the song “The Wind Blows” by an American rock band. I went out the house and started walking and kept singing “I’ll leave when the wind blows…” The afternoon is quiet and the people are usually relaxing from their every day work. It is the usual laid back atmosphere of the countryside. Fathers tell stories and something about politics to their friends. Mothers are probably talking about showbiz and maybe they are finished with the household chores. The children are playing with their bicycles and some younger ones play anything including insects. A man selling “taho” just stood by and kept shouting his irreplaceable shout: TAHOOOOO!!! with a stress on the last syllable. Everything seems to be the way they are supposed to be and it made me smile and I thought how I loved being a Filipino. As I was on my way, I passed on the highway wherein all jeepneys are zooming with speed as if they didn’t see the sign, SLOW DOWN SCHOOL AHEAD. I crossed along the highway using the pedestrian lane but I wasn’t afraid to be smashed by the bustling honking vehicle approaching since I knew I am in juridical protection of the pedestrian lane. Thank goodness the vehicle slowed down although the driver looked at me, and we looked at each other. It was not love at first sight, it was annoyance. I just continued walking until I reached the plaza. Many people were there doing anything. I saw two teen couples showing public display of affection, the plaza gardener who spent the whole afternoon gardening the plaza, the old man sitting at the bench as if he is the thinker, and a group of male kids skateboarding like a pack of wolves with an alpha male. Unfortunately, that alpha male wears no shirt and shows his ribcage to show his domination. The park is home to a lot of different kinds of people. That is why I like it outside; I see a collective identity of a Filipino. Finally, I reached the breadstore and asked for six Hopia breads. As I was waiting for my change, I saw two young children looking for scrap metals. They look very young as 8 years old and their tattered shorts are a cruel scene to me. One approached me asking for something to eat and the feeling of discomfort rushed in rapidly. “Jeez! He must think I’m rich because of this IPod I brought and all the other ornamental gadgets”, I thought. Now I am faced with a dilemma either to give him my “Hopia” bread or to bring it back home and make my parents happy. Time is ticking and I just stood there motionless and stunned for a moment. The boy is worthy of my empathy and suddenly an idea just came to my mind. I asked the store for another plastic to put on three breads and gave it to the boy, and the remaining three to bring back home. The boy then went away and met with the other kid. I wasn’t expecting an acknowledgment of course but how would I explain this to nanay. When I went home, she asked why I did only buy three breads. I told them the story and fortunately she didn’t get mad at me even though she didn’t have more coins to buy merienda for the day again. Also, my parents just kept quiet about the matter and they didn’t praise me but I knew their religiosity wouldn’t fail me. It was a great day and I gained a lot of insights as well. It really showed the core values of being a Filipino or “PakikipagKapwa.” “Pakikisalamuha” is shown in the community sharing their thoughts and doing similar hobbies just like every afternoon here in town. Although sometimes alone, we find time to be with others by civility. The “Pakikibagay” or conformity of the group of friends playing in the plaza is a way and there are also many other ways. Two lovers share mutual trust too or “Pakikipagpalagayang-loob:” Lastly despite my colonial mentality of listening to American rock bands, I found a way to become and being one with others like the boy with whom I shared with. It is more than just a pity and I know it was “Pakikipagkaisa” just like the People Power Revolution. Our collective culture separates us from the individualistic scheme and I know what we are facing right now is not only changing ourselves but by changing what we do to others.
Well that was an adventure movie but in War genre, I liked "Saving private Ryan" by Steven Spielberg back in 1998. It is set in the invasion of Normandy,France by Allied forces in WWII. What I liked about it is not the special effects but the story of perseverance of their mission. Classified as an action genre movie, "A Dirty Carnival" or Biyeolhan geori(Korean) is the story of Byung-du, a small-time gangster in his late 20s, for whom life is going to take a different turn. Released last 2006 it sold 1.6 million tickets. I love the action scenes.... so tough and cool! (Yes, I judge movies unidimensionally so I may be a bad judge in movie awards)
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