My Father...
While i was reading the two stories in Phillit (by Carlos Bulosan and Manuel Arguilla), i started to think about my father. Was he something like the fathers in the stories? Naaahh! Perhaps in some ways...
My father was innovative like how the father was characterized by Carlos Bulosan in his story, but i think he wasn't as innovative as my father. Wink! I'm just being a proud son.
Just like the children in these stories, i am glad that i have a father such as Oscar Trinidad. He may not be able to give me everything i want (like usual Filipinos), but he gave me the world... my life.
Perhaps, children of these generation gives little attention to their fathers, siguro kaya wala na rin masyadong naggagawang mga kwentong tulad nang ating mga binasa. Ang mga tao ngayon ay mas binibigyang pansin ang mga ina. I'm not definitely against it. Perhaps this is one of the times that i am going to show the world how proud i am with my father.
Kakaiba ang aming pamilya... just like how different the families are in the two stories. My mom is conservative and my dad ... well my dad is kind of conservative also, but he wants me to explore the world i have right now (as long as its free).
My dad seems to be very much involved in politics. Whenever he's not in his office, i know he's talking again to his peers. He's having one of those tete-a tete with the politicians.
He never runs out of harsh words when it comes to Gloria Macapagal Arroyo (which i think i inherited from him).
Once in a while we talked about the things happenning in the country and the Filipinos themselves. I always hear him say opposite opinions about this topics. Just like the fathers in the story, they always want the best for their children, in my case, of course my father wants only the best for me.
Carlos Bulosan's imagery of the father caught my attention while i was reading it. It made me feel that life isn't always a win, life's a struggle. I then thought of my father, once he told me, 'life is a struggle, it's a once in a lifetime struggle to be happy'. I never thought that i'd be able to use his words in my academic life. He's the family's jester. He always makes us laugh.
Pareho kami ng tatay kong Pinoy na Pinoy, pareho kaming kayumanggi ang kulay at medyo kulot ang buhok. Hindi rin kami matangkad pero, matalino kami! (i wish).
Gusto namin ng tahimik na buhay. Preferably to be in a farm living a simple life malayo sa mundo ng walang kasiguruhan. Lingid sa kaalaman ng lahat, pagod na rin ang tatay kong makipagpaligsahan sa takbo ng buhay sa komunidad ng puno ng kasakiman at inggit.
Kung mangyari man siguro sa amin ang nangyari sa mahirap na ama sa istorya ni Carlos Bulosan, i think father would only laugh at it to his heart's content.
My father was innovative like how the father was characterized by Carlos Bulosan in his story, but i think he wasn't as innovative as my father. Wink! I'm just being a proud son.
Just like the children in these stories, i am glad that i have a father such as Oscar Trinidad. He may not be able to give me everything i want (like usual Filipinos), but he gave me the world... my life.
Perhaps, children of these generation gives little attention to their fathers, siguro kaya wala na rin masyadong naggagawang mga kwentong tulad nang ating mga binasa. Ang mga tao ngayon ay mas binibigyang pansin ang mga ina. I'm not definitely against it. Perhaps this is one of the times that i am going to show the world how proud i am with my father.
Kakaiba ang aming pamilya... just like how different the families are in the two stories. My mom is conservative and my dad ... well my dad is kind of conservative also, but he wants me to explore the world i have right now (as long as its free).
My dad seems to be very much involved in politics. Whenever he's not in his office, i know he's talking again to his peers. He's having one of those tete-a tete with the politicians.
He never runs out of harsh words when it comes to Gloria Macapagal Arroyo (which i think i inherited from him).
Once in a while we talked about the things happenning in the country and the Filipinos themselves. I always hear him say opposite opinions about this topics. Just like the fathers in the story, they always want the best for their children, in my case, of course my father wants only the best for me.
Carlos Bulosan's imagery of the father caught my attention while i was reading it. It made me feel that life isn't always a win, life's a struggle. I then thought of my father, once he told me, 'life is a struggle, it's a once in a lifetime struggle to be happy'. I never thought that i'd be able to use his words in my academic life. He's the family's jester. He always makes us laugh.
Pareho kami ng tatay kong Pinoy na Pinoy, pareho kaming kayumanggi ang kulay at medyo kulot ang buhok. Hindi rin kami matangkad pero, matalino kami! (i wish).
Gusto namin ng tahimik na buhay. Preferably to be in a farm living a simple life malayo sa mundo ng walang kasiguruhan. Lingid sa kaalaman ng lahat, pagod na rin ang tatay kong makipagpaligsahan sa takbo ng buhay sa komunidad ng puno ng kasakiman at inggit.
Kung mangyari man siguro sa amin ang nangyari sa mahirap na ama sa istorya ni Carlos Bulosan, i think father would only laugh at it to his heart's content.
Ganito ang aking ama, ganito ang Pinoy. dumami man ang suliraning kinakaharap, magkawindang- windang man ang kanilang buhay, there will always be hope in their eyes... balang araw... sisikat din ang araw. Though they treat challenges insincerely, they will shoulder every bit of the problem seriously.
Ito ang tatak Pinoy.
Ito ang tatay ko.
Ito ako.
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