Thursday, September 29, 2011
Friday, September 23, 2011
Ask me "Kumusta na?", and I will quickly tell you "Ok lang". No, that is not the standard automatic pre-programmed reply. Strange enough, "Ok lang" is the honest and accurate reply to the question. Ok lang ako. Talaga.
But ask me "Are you happy?", and I will have to answer that question with another question, "Do you want the standard pre-progammed reply or the honest detailed reply?" Never mind. Ok lang ako. Talaga.
Thursday, September 22, 2011
After almost 2 weeks straight on an out of town assignment, I finally managed to drag myself home about an hour or so ago (3 am now). I'm dead tired. And the significant female in my life is at her sister's, taking care of her sick mother. So tomorrow, first thing in the morning, is laundry day. I am not complaining. I am just tired.
Good thing though, I think I caught the TV ad for it once or twice, there is now a 5 in 1 laundry detergent?! Wow. I am going to try that. Crossing my fingers that 5 in 1 means this new breakthrough in laundry soap technology is going to soap, rinse, dry, iron, and fold my clothes. Wish me luck!
Friday, September 16, 2011
Friday, September 9, 2011
Friday, September 2, 2011
I was at the ATM this morning and the machine confronted me with the choice, English or Pilipino? I quickly selected English out of habit, not wishing to delay the process as there was a long queue behind me. But as I was taking my money out of the machine, I briefly paused as a thought suddenly popped into my head, does that mean there is just a little bit of James Soriano in me? I mean, it is easier for me to write in English than Tagalog, reason why this blog is mostly English. And in fact, I am one of those who are just a little pissed with Google for constantly pushing to transliterate my internet to Tagalog.
I am the product of my (mis)education, sadly. And English, as far as I am concerned, is the language of function. It would probably take me 5 times longer to write my quarterly reports in Tagalog if I have to do it that way.
But Tagalog is the language of the streets? As I read James' arguments on why he thinks this is so, I was deeply saddened. I pity the kid for the shallowness of his life experience. If all you've used Tagalog for is to talk to your driver or yaya then clearly you've lived a far too sheltered life in the Philippines. The kid needs to go out more. I bet this kid has yet to be employed by Germans, Swedes, Finns, or have met Filipinos in the caliber of a Randy David. Offer to these people the idea that "English is for the learned" and you would be thought of, ironically, as "provincial". You really think that his little life of privilege in this part of the world would impress people who know more of the world?
Because I am Filipino, born and raised in the Philippines to Filipino parents, with mostly Filipino friends, Tagalog for me is the language of the heart. I pity James for never having had his mother sing him an uyaye. For never belonging to a tropa. For never experiencing a semplang on his bike. For not knowing how to bola a tsikas. Fire and brimstone for this poor kid? No. The kid simply needs to live a little more and experience life outside the comforts of his privileged bubble -- and stop being a foreigner in his own homeland.
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