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The Anatomy of a Filipino

By: Prof. Felix Bautista

All: I like to think that I am a Filipino, that I am as Good, a Filipino as Anyone.

Girls: My heart thrills, when, I Hear, the National anthem, being played.
Boys: And my Blood Rises, when, I see our flag, Fluttering in the breeze.
All: And Yet, I find myself asking, How Filipino Am I, Really?
Boys: My First Name is American.
Girls: My Last Name Is Chinese.
Boys: When I’ am with Girlfriends or more correctly, when, I’ am with my Friends, who happen to be
- I talk to them in English.
Girls: If they are thirsty, I buy them, a Bottle of American coke.
Boys: If they are hungry, I treat them, to an Italian Pizza pie.
All: And when, I have the money, I give them a real Chinese Lauriat.
Boy (solo): Considering all these, considering my taste, for many things foreign, what right do I have,
to call myself, a Filipino?
Girls (solo): Should I not call myself, a culture orphan? The illegitimate child of many races?
All: Rightly or wrongly, whether we like it or not, we are the end products, of our history, fortunately
or unfortunately, our history is a co-mingling, of polyglot influences.
Boys: Malayan and Chinese.
Girls: Spanish and British.
Boys: American and Japanese.
All: This is historic fact, we cannot ignore, a cultural reality we cannot escape, form to believe
otherwise is to indulge in fantasy.
Boy (solo): I must confess, I’ am an extremely confused, and Bewildered young man. Wherever I’
am, whatever I may be doing, I’ am Bombarded, on all sides, by people who want, me to search for
my national identity.
All: Tell me the Language I speak should be replaced, by Filipino; they urge me to do away with
things foreign to act and think, and buy Filipino.
Girl (solo): Even in art, I’ am getting bothered and Bewildered.
All: The Writer should use Filipino, as his medium, the nationalists cry.
Boys: The Painter should use his genius, in portraying themes purely Filipino, they demand.
Girls: The Composer should exploit, endless Possibilities, of the haunting kundiman, they insist.
All: All these sound wonderful. But Rizal used Spanish, when he wrote, Noli and Fili.
Boys: Was he less of a nationalist, because of it? Must the artist, to be truly Filipino, paint with the
juice of the duhat?
Girls: And must he draw picture of topless Muslim women or Igorot warriors in G-String?
All: And if the composer, desert, the kundiman, and he writes song faithful to the spirit of the Youths
of today, does he become Unfilipino? We are what we are today, because of our History.
Boys: In our veins, pulses blood with traces of Chinese and Spanish and American, but It does not
stop, being a Filipino, because of these.
Girls: Out culture, is tinges with foreign, influences, but it has become rich therely.
All: This mingling, in fact could speed us on the road, to national greatness, look at America, it is a
great country, and yet it is the melting pot of Italian, and German, British, and French, or Irish and
Boy (solo): Filipinism, after all, is in the heart.
All: If that heart beats faster, because the Philippines is making progress, if it Fills, with compassion
because its
people are suffering, then it belongs to a true Filipino, and it throbs, with pride, in our past, if it
pulses with awareness, of the present , if it beats with a faith in the future, then we could ask, for
nothing, more all other things are Unimportant.
Boys: I have, an American First Name.
Girls: And I have, a Chinese Last Name.
All: And I’ am proud, very, very proud, - because Underneath these names beats A Filipino Heart…
The Anatomy of a Filipino, which was written by Professor Felix Bautista, talks about the innate qualities of a
true Filipino and what it takes to be called as aFilipino despite the many years of co-mingling of culture and
races. The writing celebrates the multi-cultural country and values that Filipinos have.
The Anatomy of a Filipino, which was written by Professor Felix Bautista, talks about the innate qualities of a true
Filipino and what it takes to be called as a Filipino despite the many years of co-mingling of culture and races. The
writing celebrates the multi-cultural country and values that Filipinos have.

What is the difference of fantasy and reality?

"Reality is the state of things as they actually exist, rather than as they may appear or might be
imagined." In a wider definition, reality includes everything that is and has been, whether or not it is
observable or comprehensible. ... Fantasy can be regarded as "other reality."

Fantasy is a genre in literature that includes magical and/or supernatural elements as part of the plot, setting,
or theme. ... There must be an internal consistency to the magical elements in a work of fantasy and a logic
that, if not completely explicable, is understood to be reality by the characters.
An illusion is a false idea or belief, or a deceptive appearance or impression. A fantasy is an idea with no basis
in reality and is basically your imagination unrestricted by reality. Reality is the state of things as they exist.
Elements of a story

1. Characterization
Characters can have special powers.
Animals act like people (animorphisism).

2. Setting
Place is imaginary or of another world or universe.
Time is anytime or no time.
Fantasy time (Once upon a time sets the stage and They lived happily ever after closes the tale.) any time or any place,
timeless or placeless, or long long ago.
Time travel is possible.

3. Plot
Varied, but usually surprising twists or developments.
Involving situations not possible in our realistic world.
Full of action and follows specific and simple patterns.
The plot starts right out with fast moving action that grabs the listeners interest and keeps it.
Conflicts are usually resolved with great deeds or acts of human kindness related to good and bad/evil.

4. Theme
Good versus bad or evil.
Uses magic or other ideas to achieve the extremely impossible.
Right and wrong
Problems of young adults Justice and injustice
Security Happiness, kindness, friendship, loyalty
Fear of leaving home Good triumphant over evil
Fear of not having children Love and loyalty
Fear of not being loved or giving love Love and loyalty can transform ...
Reflect basic values and concerns of different cultures Discuss basic values of people
Good and evil

5. Style
Use of magic or possibly powers that have no scientific bases yet verified by repeatable evidence.
Use of mental powers or technologies that are not possible or not yet discovered.

6. Tone
Feel that in a magical world the story is plausible.
Despite the availability of magic the struggle of the characters seems authentic and failure an option.

7. Point of View
Could be any. Often third person narrative.
My Home
by:Dr. Jose Rizal
I had nine sisters and one brother. My father,a model of fathers, had given us an education in proportion to our modest
means. By dint of frugality, he was able to build a stone house, to buy another, and to raise a small nipa hut in the midst
of a grove we had, under the shade of banana and other trees.
There the delicious atis displayed its delicate fruit and lowered its branches as if to save me the trouble of reaching out
for them. The sweet santol, the scented and mellow tampoy, the pink makopa vied for my favor. Father away, the plum
tree, the harsh but flavorous casuy, and the beautiful tamarind pleased the eye as much as they delighted the palate. Here
the papaya stretched out its broad leaves and tempted the birds with its enormous fruit; there the nangka, the coffee,
and the orange trees perfumed the air with the aroma of their flowers. On this side the iba, the balimbing, the
pomegranate with its abundant foliage and its lovely flowers bewitched the senses; while here and there rose elegant and
majestic trees loaded with huge nuts, swaying their proud tops and graceful branches, queens of the forests. I should
never end were I to number all our trees and amuse myself in identifying them.
In the twilight innumerable birds gathered from everywhere and I, a child of three years at most, amused myself watching
them with wonder and joy. The yellow kuliawan, the maya in all the varieties, the kulae, the Maria kapra, the martin, all
the species of pipit joined the pleasant harmony and raised in varied chorus a farewell hymn to the sun as it vanished
behind the tall mountains of my town.
Then the clouds, through a capris of nature, combined in a thousand shapes, which would suddenly dissolve even as those
charming days were also to dissolve, living me only the slightest recollections. Even now, when I look out of the window
of our house at the splendid panorama of twilight, thoughts that are long since gone renew themselves with nostalgic
Came then the night to unfold her mantle, somber at times, for all its stars, when the chaise Diana failed to cross through
the sky in pursuit of her brother Apollo. But when she appeared, a vague brightness was to be discerned in the clouds:
then seemingly they would crumble; and little she was to be seen, lovely, grave, and silent, rising like an immense globe
which an invisible and omnipotent hand drew through space.
At such times my mother gathered us all together to say the rosary. Afterward we would go to the azotea or to some
window from where the moon could be seen, and my ayah would tell us stories, sometimes lugubrious and at other times
gay. In which skeletons and buried treasures and trees that bloomed with diamonds were mingled in confusion, all of
them born on an imagination wholly Oriental. Sometimes she told us that men lived on the moon, or that the markings
which we could perceive on it were nothing else than a woman who was forever weaving.

What did Jose Rizal do for our country?

Dr. Jose P. Rizal is the national hero of the Philippines. He was the one who led the Filipinos to start
a revolution against the Spanish Government to attain freedom and to gain control of the country. ...
He died on December 31, 1896 in Bagumbayan Manila, Philippines.