Mabilis na update lang dahil nasa gitna ako ng isang translation raket para sa UPI.*
Hindi ako magrereklamo, dahil gusto ko naman ang trabaho. Magkukuwento lang ng isang bagay na Pinoy na Pinoy. Grabe pala tayo magsalita, ano? Tulad nitong tina-translate ko ngayon, isang magbubukid sa Isabela: “Talagang ano, may–, hindi naman sa mainit dahil ano pero ano.”
Ano nga, koya?!
Pero in fairness, ha, kung tayo-tayo lang iyong… ano, nagkakaintindihan naman tayo. Hindi ko lang alam kung paano ko i-aano sa mga foreigner iyong ano ng “ano.”
Ano talaga tayong mga Pilipino, ano?
*Ang Unlimited Productions, Inc., o UPI ay sister company ng Probe.
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Anna Bee
November 7, 2010
At least, may ano tayo na naiiba sa ano ng mga foreigner. Non-translatable. Atin lang talaga! O ano.
lordpaterno
November 7, 2010
Naku, sinabi mo pa! Hindi talaga ma-translate yung ano. Haha! At least nagkakaintindihan pa rin tayo. Iyon nga lang bawal sa korte ang “ano”! Haha! 🙂
Anna Bee
November 8, 2010
Haha siyempre, bawal magkalabuan ng mga anu-ano sa korte. Mahirap na. 🙂
Virender
December 20, 2013
I’d have to say that the statistics for France is seomwhat correct. I have a pious French catholic and she verified that. I also found a similar statistic when I was doing a write-up about the status of christianity in France.Sad, eh?
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December 27, 2013
We have a feeling of powerlessness.This week-end we felt powerless in the face of "blissfull" ignorance of 30K income neighbours, with him working in "just in time delivery" business (a truck gas-refil center) getting in more debt to conform to their "american dream": they borrowed at god-knows what interest rate to buy an energy and money pit of a big, second-hand SUV. "It was such a good deal, we just couldn't let it pass".Too late for us to move. We'll have to figure out how to weather this mess, in the midst of a community in a state of total denial.We're among those people who followed work opportunities and our extended family members are scattered around the globe. A family diaspora that began in the late 50's. Our social interactions are with people deeply in debt, with revolving equity mortages as a mean to pay for the yearly cruise or vacation on sunny shores of southern countries. As a result, instead of successfully solidifying community ties, we saw them weaken. Our friends are destroyed, slowly but surely, by the shame of now-difficult to conceal debt and depression brought with it and their anxiety to service those debts while keeping a roof over their kid's head and food on the table. More and more people we know seem to choose isolation, the "can't allow anybody home to see our misery" kind of syndrome.Worse, any attempt at preparedness that we don't conceal has us stigmatised. As an exemple of this bizare phenomenum, my other neighbour had a hard time hidding how angry he was at us, seeing us work yesterday, covering a 4'x12' cold-frame we built that morning. "Really? Come on guys, you can't set-up this box. With the raised beds, now your yard looks like a cemetary, and so is our street."So our raised beds and our cold-frame, in their eyes, are a metaphore for graves, and our backyard a cemetary. We tried to explain our choices, that made him and his wife only more angry at us.Fences won't protect us, we know that. Yet it seems that we will have to isolate ourselves after all. We'll have to put up a fence so they don't see the offending "cemetary-aka-vegetable-garden". Our vegie garden is, apparently, the cemetary of their now defunct idea of affluent subburbia lifestyle they worked so hard for and truly thought they achieved. Our vegie garden is the grave of living the "american dream" hapily-ever-after. Our vegie garden scares the heck out of them, as they see it as a set-back to their childhood living in economically hard-hit fishing communities in Newfoundland. That couple had a taste of hardship long ago and our vegie garden is a glaring sign they could re-live those years, now, of all times, when they are about to enter the comfortable retirement they saved all their working life for and they were looking forward.We'll be hard hit. Infortunately that's the only certainty we have. An orderly collapse would certainly be more bearable. But we already knew that would be "best case scenario".