Pagsasalin kay George Orwell
Insired by Jego, who has begun translating CS Lewis into Filipino, I begin my translation of George Orwell’s Animal Farm. He was probably spurred by the discussion at Manolo’s blog over the lack of good translations of English works into the vernacular. I took the liberty of changing the setting from England to the Philippines. Inihaw, pagdamutan po ninyo ang aking pagsasalin.
Dried Emotion can be Tragic
Walking home the other day with an earphone stuck on one ear listening to one of my old fave songs, emoting at every word, taking a ride on my own emotional rollercoaster I almost saw what could have been the nicest tragedy I could ever imagine happening on me.
*warning, suicidal emo shit below*
So yeah, ever since the bloom of the Kami nAPO Muna album, I’ve been asking where this song was and who revived it for the tribute. Yes, ladies and gentlemen through the influence of my own mother I’m a die hard fan of Apo Hiking’s songs even when I was just a little girl, while everyone else were dancing through the tune of 100% pure love plus more of the Universal Motion Dancer’s Butterfly and I saw the sign, and some other danceable songs which I think I better keep to myself now before you start throwing tomatoes at me saying “booohoooo….”
The melody of the song really struck me at a young age, just the melody coz I never really knew or remember the lyrics, not until I heard it again being played on the radio just recently. The melody was so strong (the same feeling I get after watching a powerful play) that after learning how to play ‘London Bridge is Falling Down’ on the piano, I was able to widow the first few lines of this song (which is really quite simple anyway).
With the power of technology (thank you Google!), finally, I’m able to savor the song more.
Ten things I want to say
Most of us need to say something to someone, but for one reason or another, we just couldn’t find the strength to do it. Perhaps we just aren’t that expressive or even if we are, we are not quite sure how the person we’re saying it to will react. I, too, have quite a lot to say to the most important people in my life and although I see them everyday, I don’t really tell them what’s in my heart. Well, there isn’t really any reason not to, but I just don’t. Maybe, someday, but not today…
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Being in Malu’s Squatty, Well-manicured Toes
I promised myself that I would never write a post about Malu Fernandez and her witty and funny article in Manila Standard. I thought that I could content myself in responding to other blogs and ditching her there. I didn’t think it important to waste a post or a space to such an elitist swine but the temptation to roast her alive in my page is a really sweet idea for me.
Honestly I couldn’t blame her. I pity her for having bruises on her legs, for having been ’sardined’ and pestered in the economy class with the Pinoy OFWs. You couldn’t blame a fat git for not being able to sit comfortably in a chair specifically made for Homo sapiens. Being witty and all, did she think she could fit herself in that puny place? Of course not. That’s why I think she has only been in the first class section all her life.
I need to apologize to Malu as well. I need to say sorry for being poor and underprivileged. Because unlike some members of the elite class in this 3rd world country, we spend half our lives studying and doing honest labor and service to society. Unlike her lot, we need to study so freaking hard and think that by doing great in school, we are guaranteed of jobs to help us and our families in the future. Unlike her, we know the true value of work and being smart. I am sorry that her ideas of being ‘witty and smart‘ mean to deride other people or worse, ridicule them of their socio-economic background. But again, being witty and smart, she should have known better than to insult her countrymen.
What? No Asian Idol?
According to a moderator over at the Indonesian Idol forums, the prospect of an Asian Idol competition is now slim to none.
Apparently, the participating countries (namely India, Indonesia, Kazakhstan, Malaysia, Philippines, Singapore, and Vietnam) did not agree with the proposed voting system by host country Indonesia. The tallying of votes would not be in a Eurovision-styled ranking-based system that we saw in World Idol, but rather only Indonesian residents are allowed to cast their votes for Asian Idol.
That would have been downright silly, devah? I mean, it’s like giving Indonesia a free hand in making their Indonesian Idol (who would have been represented by their latest winner Rini Wulandari) the eventual winner. Are the organizers afraid that their bet would eventually lose to our very own Mau Marcelo had the voting been participated by all 7 countries? Are they afraid that the eventual winner would not “look like” an Asian stereotype (Mau being half African-Puerto Rican)?
I still hope that Asian Idol would still be held, even if it would be just some “get together” concert with no competition involved.
