i don't exactly know why but the recent days have caused me to be loony (adj. informal or slang for mentally irregular). i watched two movies in as many days last weekend. that's insane on my part. why? i'm a
promdi kid and growing up we were not used to watch movies in cinema houses or even on TV. simply because we can't afford to. if my memory still is not failing me, the first movie i watched together with my
kuya was a Tito, Vic and Joey film
Shoot That Ball. we actually sneaked out of the house without my
tatay's permission knowing the dire consequences of this suicidal act. after watching the movie with my cousins and some other relatives, we headed home just the way we left: go back unnoticed. however we were still about a hundred and fifty meters away from our apartment gate, which we used to live in and still fabricating our alibis that it
was actually our Uncle Datun that persuaded us to go with the assurance of his words "
ako ang bahala sa tatay niyo!" only to realize that the blurred figure we see from afar is our dear
tatay, waiting impatiently holding a meter-length stick maybe as thick as half of an inch. what's worse it that our uncle is nowhere in sight for our defense. it's funny (back then believe me it wasn't, we were trembling) how we already cried knowing we had little chance to escape hahaha. where will i go? i think i was in third grade then so just imagine the juvenility of my mind. anyway, back to the story. i remember our
tatay berating us as we head to our area in the apartment stressing that giving in to things like that (movies,
sugal, or anything that you spend your money into that he thinks in worthless) would eventually destroy us and our character later in life. we cried harder and louder. but that didn't move him a bit. he needs to discipline us that night. he needs to make sure the pain reminds us throughout our lifetime of
that discipline he instills. and he actually did. he made us lie (face) down on a chair and started whipping us with the stick, me first and then
kuya. the rest was a sore
puwet and history.
i better understand my
tatay now than before. it was partly brought about i think by his lifetime which mainly was earning a living in a (very) hard way. btw, he was the eldest among the boys in their family. more often than not i hear from him that at a young age he was exposed to do farm tasks like tending carabaos, plowing the fields, harvesting and threshing
palay, and others that a grown up should actually be doing. or at least someone whose body can already take the toll of these heavy tasks. when their father died, he was compelled to make sure his younger siblings finish school. so he had to give up his own schooling just to work for them. mind you, he was a top student from primary to secondary level. if he has gone to college he would have passed it with flying colors. in some way i got my wit from him, no kidding :) going back to the story. he entered into being a construction worker. coupled with this tiring job is the loneliness he had to bear since it meant going away from his family. i imagine going through years of hard labor and at the end of each day you just have enough money to put food on your plate will make you come into realization the value and worth of every centavo. they say, "
ang perang pinaghirapan, hindi basta basta ginagastos." which in fact is very true. so he brought this philosophy, or should i say discipline, along until he had his own family. he was in a construction project then i think in Samar as an electrician when he and
nanay met. he also became a fisherman since our
lolo (mother side) had fishing boats before. he taught us how to work hard and of course not neglect the people who helped us one way or the other through circumstances. and as i have said earlier he was profoundly against gambling, spending money on unimportant things like satisfying your vices, etc. and yes that includes watching movies. "you can always do something more important with your time, something that would benefit your mind" was his always reminder. that
was why. he stressed importance on education more than anything else. if there's one thing nobody can take from you, it was it.
education.
but the above is actually not the reason why i'm gloomy. we're just having some family problems which made him lonely. i guess i've never seen him so lonely and lost than when
nanay passed away about four years ago. throughout his life,
tatay always finds a way to give his family a good welfare. there are times he thinks he's a failure on his son/daughter when he doesn't see his personal plans materialize in him/her. as a son trying to comprehend where he's coming from and feeling his pain, i gently remind him, "
hindi lahat ng gusto natin sa isang tao eh susundin niya. there are times when he wants what he wants and he'll actually do it." it was a family decision to have him migrate and live in the U.S. to just enjoy life after so many years of hardship. he's turning 70 this year. though like that, he never fails to prioritize his family's welfare among other things. we're six siblings and the youngest is 19 but he still treats us as kids, not kids as childhood kids but you know the loving father that he is he just wants to make sure we make the right decisions in our own lives. and at times it pains me to hear him comment "
failure ata ako sa kapatid mo eh." feeling his pain, i always reassure him that it is not the way he thinks it is. there are just things in life that we do not have control over and we need to learn to let go. acceptance. knowing when to hold on and when to let go (in a good way).
an emotional person as i am, matters like this break my heart. aww.. look at me, getting gushy and shit. see this is what i don't like about me. im sooo emotional. i'm supposed to be tough!.. well, i hope some day when i have a family of my own, God would give me the courage to change things i can, accept those that i can't and have the wisdom to know
their difference.
to my tatay, it's not the end of things when we fail to see our expectations on those we dearly love. let go and let God. i'll treat you to a movie when i go back to L.A. don't worry, nobody will spank us in the
puwet. we'll just enjoy and be kids once again. i love you..