tua na sab
padung sa ilong
tua na sab
padung sa ilong
the dangerous game
of who to turn to
who to despise
who to pester
when the storm busts
it should turn the nest over
not pass by with just
as much as a flip
of your dead hair
honesty slash reality
the best pretentions of sanity
the dashing walls of arrogance
i am not a statue.
We celebrate mother’s day today, Sunday, 12th of May. My kids are still young to really get into the groove of assembling a breakfast in bed for me. But they sleepily greeted me first thing this morning! As the posts flooded the social media sites, I read a lot of happy moments with older kids and husbands celebrating with their amazing moms. Then there’s a pang of sadness. In me. It saddens me to think I don’t get to celebrate it with my husband. He’s way into other things than celebrating mother’s day. Didn’t even greet his own mom. This made me discard an expectation I’m sure every woman has–the sweet partner. I don’t have that. As of this moment, I cannot count on him on that department. I understand that he’s maybe a shy soul and needs a little push toward the soft side of life. Life as a mom and wife are two totally–like 180 degree–different things for me. Yes, I wish these roles can run parallel like blades on a roller skates. Not today and maybe not on the morrow or the next couple of weeks. I only have Buddha to thank for his wisdom: stop expecting and you have everything. Well, we have to make happy happens. I will make happy happen on Father’s Day next month.
Tomorrow, Monday, 13th of May is election day. I swear until now I don’t know whom to vote for. I went home today to greet my mom and to give her a little gift and to talk to them about tomorrow’s event. Unfortunately, both were busy. I only had like five minutes of looking at their faces and talking hurriedly. I gathered that they would vote for someone they believe is the right guy to get us out of the current mire we are in. You see, my parents live in the slums, in the place called Alaska where the name’s origin was from the question, “Alas ka?” (Are you an ace?) which denotes the characteristics of the ace from a deck of cards. We belong to a place where gambling and criminals used to thrive. As the years passed, a lot of people changed and a lot more people came to live in Alaska. However, the fact still stands that we are squatters. We need the government to assure that we stay in Alaska for the years to come. We need someone who can hear, will listen, and will act on our needs. I was shocked to hear the candidate my parents are voting for as mayor. But I know and believe that they are good folks. They don’t think for themselves only. They think for the majority. My mom is an NGO volunteer. She works around a scholarship program as a secretary. She sews uniforms and helps kids to qualify for scholarships. She is also a member of the board of trustees in the urban group of our sitio. I know she fights for the rights of our people in her own way. I can say she’s Gabriela Silang without the itak (bolo). I stand what my mom stands for. She says she will vote for this man, I will vote for that man too.
I didn’t vote for three consecutive elections and my name was erased from the master list. I had to endure a half day of processing my re-registration in the COMELEC. So much for being such an idealist. Who can blame you when you’re in your twenties?
So far, I have names for the mayor and the vice mayor positions. Whew… that leaves around twenty more people to list down. I need to do my research to complete my list. Oh, and it’s my first time to use a PCOS machine.
Good luck, Pinoys! Vote wisely.
Ever wondered how’d it go if you name your computer docs, graphics, files, and folders in the local dialect? Well…they read weird. Not an “ew” weirdness, but a beautiful and romantic feeling of weirdness, char.
The conscious mind tells us that a computer is something English in nature. But is it really? Commands, buttons, notifications–unless you have other foreign language as the default like French–are all in English. Automatically, we save our files in…English…ta-da! However, there are no restrictions as to how you name your files, really-really. You can name your files in any way that you like, unless a dialogue box pops up to say you’re doing it the wrong way. Some young people would even name their files like how they text from their cell phones–jejemon style but still in English.
But why should you name your computer documents, files, and folders in Binisaya? Because you will like it, I promise you–well, if you choose to be on the same wavelength as me. It’s unique. It’s homey. It’s you, and you know it better than English. You can play with the words when you name your files using Binisaya.
At home, I name some of my folders and files in Binisaya because I am Cebuano, because I like to, and it’s our PC, hmmm. I labeled my flash drive Basyang. At work, I changed my personal folder’s name to “mga hinimo ni Deb.” So far, I’m having fun naming my files in Binisaya.
Want an online source for those hearty, unique, and fun way of naming your files? Check out http://www.binisaya.com/cebuano. It’s a helpful Binisaya online dictionary.
Ironically, the blog is written in English–haha…
Have a cheerful day!
asa padung ang sinsiyo
nga gidunol sa kamot
nga nainat, nakabalda
sa nagtext-text nga gwapa?
nakaali ka sa screen, oy!
tunol, hala tunol
way palihugay, way tingganay
mus-otay ang show?
isahan pa kas kilay
kay kung mosulti lang gud
“Palihug tas plete, day, dong.”
hay, wa ra tay problema
pagtunol sa “plete, palihug”
didto ni miss nga ganganga
nakatulog while naglarga
plete wa dawata
hulog-hulog nalang ta
murag tagpisong tubig
o tagsingkong kape
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This has been my home for a year na diay! Dalia ra molabay sa panahon.
The day I created my account diri, I was overwhelming with joy nga I found a place where I can write without being judged.
Thanks for helping me fly!
Jack walked slowly toward the playground where he and his best friend Finn frequent. There in one of the swings, Finn sat quietly, rocking slowly back and forth. His eyes were fixed on the ground, anger and disappointment blaze.
“How dare you leave me like this,” Finn murmured.
Jack moved in even closer. “Hey, buddy. Are you mad at me?”
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