As I was mulling over my day, enjoying at last my first ever made moron, I felt a deeper appreciation of the delicacy and the people who make them for a living. One can easily buy them along one of Tacloban Citys busy streets but what one doesnt realize is the dexterity, patience and hardwork that comes with the sweet treat. At a time and age where burgers, fries, steaks and fusion what-nots are starting to dominate, native foods are starting to go unnoticed. On parallel thoughts, I realized that we are slowly adapting the standards set by whoever Pontius Pilate that did it. The native-ity of the Filipino is slowly getting lost. The way we eat, dress, do things and even live is slowly being transformed that we are slowly losing us. One lunchbreak, some officemates and I were discussing something which eventually led us to the topic about the past like how they experienced being serenaded, and the likes. I would have loved to experience that but even at my age I no longer had that privilege. The most that I experienced close to a serenade, was being given by my lifetime boyfie a casette tape with a recorded song that he asked me to listen to. Kinilig na ako sa lagay na yun, ano pa kaya kung harana di ba? Its sad how we always say I am proud to be Filipino! but we live like the banyagas. In our quest for globalization, for acceptance, of belonging...do we really have to lose who we are? Do we have to live like the Americans do, adapt what the Japanese do, dress like the Koreans, just so we can say to ourselves that we are just as good they are? We are good as we are. We have so many things uniquely ours that make us standout. Parang lang yan peer pressure only on a larger scale...we try to change (sometimes without question!) to fit like a glove to the hand just so we are in accordance with someone elses standards.
Posted on: Sun, 19 Oct 2014 01:29:20 +0000
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