Rainy days and mondays always gets me down

The week started out with a rainy monday. I had a terrible sunday night and it was a depressing monday to start with. I was in manila and my flight back home wasn’t til late in the afternoon, and I didn’t have much to do that morning but smoke and drink coffee inside my room and watch the rain take on everything outside from my window. I could have had coffee in starbucks or mcdonalds but I don’t feel like wearing another new shirt and pants and getting myself soaked outside because I already did get a shirt soaked earlier when I took off to grab breakfast.

I had breakfast in this fastfood I found in some buildings basement and I had some rice bowl with vegetables. They didn’t serve coffee though, and even if they did, I wasn’t such a good place to drink too because the place is bustling with ordinary people also grabbing a meal, and most of them having damp footwear from the rain outside making a lot of dirt footprints all over the basement floor, kind of makes you feel filthy, and I 'd rahter sit someplace where I can stare at the rain.

The rain got harder when I took a cab to the airport that afternoon, I had only one luggage because I didn’t want to be carrying anything into the plane cabin, there was some thwarted bomb attempt in some transatlantic flight in the united kingdom and I’m sure my countrymen are about to overrate their own airport security in this other side of the globe. Anyway I called up edward in the airport after I got my boarding pass, I was already getting too much of my solitude and he usually gets out from bed around this time too, told him what a fucked up sunday night I had and to strike some humor to my depression, strangely edward told me “condolence”.

I got back home that night to find out that one of my friend just blew his brains point blank to kingdom come that same rainy afternoon.

Hello World!

In an attempt to draw readership to my blog, I have installed my new babel fish page translator on my lower sider bar for any blog surfer out there who cant read my blog in english, just click on the flag you think is the country that speaks your language. What the hell, just click on any flag for fun, you wouldn't need to translate this page if you had gone this far reading my english.

A Tale of Two Languages

Talking about clashes between languages, I just remebered this story about ten years ago when I was in an international boarding school. It was midnight and me and my room mate were having shots of vodka while thinking of stupid things to do. One thing he came up with was we take our room's house phone, dial to another room in the building at random, ask them if their air conditioner is running and tell them to run after it. I took the handset and he dialed some numbers, took a while til somebody answered the call.

"喂?"
(hello?)

Oh heck it was a chinaman! I felt he wasn't going to understand anything but I still went on with our goof and asked him.

"Hello, is your air conditioner running?"

"你是誰? 你是談什麼?"
(who are you? what are you talking?)

my room mate was already holding his chuckle back but he didn't know I wasn't making any sense to the other guy on the line. Not to disappoint him, I just yelled to the chinaman anyway.

"THEN RUN AFTER IT!"

my room mate bursted into a big laughter thinking I pulled that one off, yelling that it was a good one and how he wished he'd seen the look on the guy's face.

I sure wish I did too.

National Jargon

When we were in grade school, we were taught august is the month that we celebrate our patriotism to our national language. Made popular by the past president found on our 20 currency bill and whom the street outside our house was named after, the event is hailed as “linggo ng wika” or as I may translate it into better english “week of our language”. And for some readers out there not conversant with our language and may have attempted to encrypt the words, misleadingly homonymous they may look but “linggo” does not mean language or even close to lingo, nor does “wika” mean week, interestingly they meant the other way around.

I was never used to using the local jargon for the expression of my ideas, thoughts and depressions since I have a very limited vocabulary and its confusing sentence structures cannot deliver the same wit and humor that other languages can, only to communicate with the rest of the populace here. And this patois gets even more complicated since it has different mutated versions from one island to another with further primordial versions spoken deep into the mountains.

I think they should rather celebrate peace and humanity this august after the atomic bomb anniversary in Hiroshima and Nagasaki.