MARGIENARY

This is my favorite passage of all the chapters of God's Word that we checked last week. You can read it in your own Bibles, in your own languages, and versions. :) (Really, I have never appreciated these verses until I read them in Kalanguya... honest, I'm not just being a nice translator playing loyal to the philosophy of Bible Translation.hehehe!! Noh! I really love reading it in my heart language. I hope my fellow Kalanguyas will do too.) 6 “Hipa na-mo têpay i itakin ko no nak mandayaw ni hi APO DIYOH ni wadad nangkayang? Hapa on-annay na-moy kilkilaw ni bakan nak idaton ni hi-gato? 7 Hapa mapnêk hi DIYOH no idaton kon hi-gatoy libolibon bomalon kalnido? Hapa mapnêk no idatonan kon lanan olibo ni ag onhaldêng i ayoh to? Ono hapa on-annay no idaton koy pangolwan ni ongak ni hongbalit ni nangkolangan kon APO DIYOH? 8 Andi! Ag on-annay ida man. Nalawag ni impaamtan APO DIYOH no hipay pêhêd. Hiyayada hota piyan APO DIYOH ni bagay to koman amêgên tayo: Piyan ton mambiyag kiho...

I just discovered yesterday that a camote in my kitchen has grown some leaves. It is an evidence that I have not been cooking for the past two months. I didn't need to. We have a chef in the house. These last five weeks, we have been checking OT books. Now, after those five weeks, we are still not quite done. We prepared 110 chapters to be checked and we've done 101. One hundred one chapters in five weeks? Not bad! There's still 9 left, yes, and we'll have to squeeze that into this week's busy days. Actually, we only have less than two days to finish it. We have the whole day of Monday to work, then Tuesday is Sarah's graduation (at last ), so we'll have to be there with her; Wednesday, I would like to have that all to myself and my Paratext to do all the necessary checks before we travel down to Manila on Thursday to submit our manuscript for typesetting the next day. And so hopefully, by the end of the second quarter, the books of Judges, Jeremi...

The sweet potato, nationally known as camote, and locally called obi is an emblem of Kalanguyaness. It was a staple food for the Kalanguyas even decades before upland rice came into the picture. It has kept alive generations and generations of Kalanguya particularly those who settled in the mountainous regions of the eastern part of the municipality of Kayapa. I have a theory that people who eats more camote live longer lives. :) See, all my grandparents and my great grandparents lived to more than a hundred. :) Why in the world am I writing about this strange-looking root crop? I don't know. It's just that when I bent down yesterday at my 'spice basket' to get some garlic for my neighbor, I saw a camote with my onions, ginger and other spices in my kitchen with young green leaves growing from it. So I took a cam and snapped a pic of it. It is a testimony that I have not been cooking for the last two months or so. I was busy (kano!:) Anyway, I thought I'...

Sorry everyone, I still can't get over the fact that I am now thirty... ehehehe... Well, not really, drama lang yan! Pasakalye lang. What I really wanted to do is to look beyond everything that is happening right now in my family, my clan, my church, my life and in my head and in my hypothalamus (the seat of temperature and emotions-is that right? ) and appreciate the people who has played major parts in the story of my life. No, I'm not gonna talk about the people who kept me from taking drugs in my teenage years (not that somebody did or that I tried to) or from killing myself, or who helped me make a major decision in life. No, not that kind of major role players, but those people who did something that they thought ordinary but has made you want to hug them and cry. There are quite a few people in my life who fall on this category. I'll start with last Saturday during my birthday 'party.' But before that, let me give you a bit of a context. When I was gro...

(or at least what's left in my memory of the events of 1988-1998) Tagaytay City . She just turned 11 that year when High School brought her to a new place 13 hours drive away from her hometown. That is an hour walk down the mountains plus a 7-hour bus ride to the capital city of the country and another 4 hours in a crowded little bus to a beautiful little city perched atop a stiff overhang. Down the gorge is the magnificently silent Taal Volcano in the middle of a beautiful lake that separates Laguna and Batangas. Period of Adjustment. Memories of those four long and eventful years brought smile, and tears to her eyes; a period of transition from childhood to teenage life. Her first year was a period of difficult adjustment in all aspects; the new environment, the new faces, new phase of education and the new language and the new food, and the new language and the new language, and the new language. It was horribly a tough time for an eleven-year-old village girl. First ...

My last entry mirrors the state of mind I was in these last few days. I intended to follow up on the 'good and bad news' I blogged about two weeks or so ago but I can't seem to get myself into that frame of mind where I can write objectively (although I can't imagine how one can write dispassionately about something that touches too much of his/her 'myocardium'), not to mention that I was warned to keep my mouth shut or else.... I have like 4 drafts in my blog entry list right now and I can't bring myself to continue writing something about the topics I meant to rant about. So anyway, I just keep prowling around fellow bloggers' pages. So people on my blog roll, napuntahan ko na lahat at nabasa ko mga entries nyo pati nang blogs ng ilan sa mga nasa listahan n'yo pati mga comments na pagkadamidami kaya lang kung bakit di man lang ako makacomment kaya sabi ko sa sarili ko, teka, kelangan yata magsulat ng kahit ano ngayon... Una, nakakapagod pala m...