Macananung Maniaman ing Apú?

Calabas na ning alus aduangpulung banua, atin na naman bingut quening bale.

Aganaca cu ing misan a pamitalamitan queng FB a migsamula queng cutang nang Apung Berung patungcul queng casebian a “maniaman ing apu queng tud.” (

‘Pamu ne, apu pa ing canacu, ali queng tud ne. Oneng uli’ng atiu mu rin quening bale i Tatang cu at maralas atiu queni ing Ima cu….ila ing maqui-apu queng tud canian.

Nung atin casebian a maniaman la reng apu queng tud, atin mu naman sabing maniaman la reng apu. Macananu pin a maniaman? Nanu uari lasa reng apu? Deng apu cacanan la, casi reng anac ali la?

Maniaman uari ing dusuldit cang miguiguising ning bengui ampo capita’ngang bengui uli’ng gagaga ing bingut? Maniaman ia uari ing e ca patugut manerac ampong magcanta uli’ng magbusit ing bingut at e bisang matudtud o atin iang masaquit?

Patie meili ampong sinagacgac ing apu, ‘guiang pauli ne mu ning queiang paninapan o reflexes, ada, oita ing maniaman. Patie maquibat ing apu queng labit mu, oita ing maniaman. Patie ing gamat na ning apu sinacmal ia queng malan mu bandang batal cabang matudtud, oita ing maniaman. Patie agad iang metudtud queng sinaguling terac ampong canta mu, oita ing maniaman. Patie pequiramdaman na ca queng paquisabi mung matudtud iang macabang baguia ban macatudtud ca naman a macaba, oita ing maniaman.

Ua, maniaman la pin. Anang caniaman babauan ing baung bingut. Anang caniaman panuman batal. Anang caniaman labit-labitan. Anang caniaman didiluan. Anang caniaman piterac-terac. Anang caniaman pamialungan.

Ua, maniaman la pin. Maniaman acaquit ing suli na ning quecang suli. Maniaman acaquit ing quecang pisulian panerac ampo pagcanta ne ing suli na ning quecang suli.

Ua, maniaman la pin. Maglapo queng tula ing pusu ning ápu. Maglapo queng lugud ing pusu ning ápu.

Ua, maiaman la pin. Lacuas na ing canacung apu. Uli’ng suli ne ning suli cu. Uli’ng mumuna queng apu.


mawa ku

mawa ku
keng kekang talan
keng kekang uma
keng kekang kawul
mawa ku keka

istu na
ibili mu na ku
ibulus mu na ku
gulutan mu na ku
istu ta’na

mawa ku
mawa ku
mawa ku
mawa ku

Respect All Languages

Filipino is simply Tagalog and Manila-based one, at that.

I could understand those who were born and bred in Manila and never had any close/strong ties to the provinces to think and feel that Tagalog, under the the new name of Pilipino/Filipino, is the be-all and end-all of languages in this archipelago. Especially so that it was taught (and maybe still is being taught) that all the other almost 200 Philippine languages are simply dialects.

I could understand because I was one too.

But. We all grow up. We go through more academic learning. We see the world. Aren’t those enough to open our eyes and minds?

Understandable still if one fails to go through more years of learning due to poverty and thus stay non-aware and non-caring of the language issue. What is not understandable and acceptable are those who have gone through colleges and universities and those who are in the academe and deliberately mislead a lot of people for reasons I really couldn’t fathom. Isn’t truth worth to be the one which should be taught?

Tanggol Wika. Tama. Tama ngang ipagtanggol ang sariling wika. Mga wikang katulad ng Kapampangan, Cebuano, Ilokano, Pangasinense, Kinaray-a, Hiligaynon, Ilonggo, Akianon, at marami pang iba. Tagalog ay Tagalog at hindi Filipino. Ang ipinagtatanggol ninyong Filipino ay Tagalog ng mga taga-Maynila at hindi ang Tagalog ng mga nasa Bulacan, Laguna, Cavite.

I am not a scholar. I am not an academician. I simply am a college drop out who was born in this country and was raised with English as a first language and who has since learned to respect the rich diversity of languages and cultures in this archipelago.

Kill a language and an entire culture dies with it. And there’s this one person who wants to start the ball rolling by wanting to shoot ‘pointblank in the head’ every single one of the so-called ‘regionalists’ who are simply protecting this country’s languages and cultures.

Sadly, being published by Rappler and Philippine Daily Inquirer lends this person a sheen of patina of believability by those who are not resourceful and interested enough to dig deep about one’s own country.

Online Course – Days 17 to 24

6 – 15 July 2014

On my side of the world, the new module gets released on a Tuesday noon  thus there was nothing to do except for the forums. But the forums are really not something that I can comfortably do.

On Tuesday morning, the 8th, I received a news that required me to spend a few days on the road. Then the weekend came along with two events. I could have done Unit 4 while on the road but the network connection chose that time to go glitchy for 4 days, from the 11th up to the 14th. The places I were in during those days are cities and the connection should have been good but it wasn’t.

Monday afternoon, the 14th, saw me a bit desperately scouting a place in the city where the signal is better and where I can stay for several hours that is quiet enough so I can do Module 4. McDonald’s Clark it was that I found.

I managed to finish a lot over several cups of McDonald’s coffee. I did the required five peer evaluations on the writing assignment for Unit 3 and went through the entire Unit 4 – lessons, quiz, and writing assignment in a rush. After all, I couldn’t very well stay at a McDonald’s, which is 22-km away from my house, the entire afternoon and evening.

Writing Assignment Unit 4

I was born and bred in Manila, the main city of my country. At the age of 16, my family decided to settle in the town of Porac in the province of Pampanga, a third class municipality, at the time, about a hundred kilometers away from the City of Manila. I used to get frustrated with the “earliness” of the day-to-day living in this town; early to sleep, early to rise. Gradually though, the quietness of the night in this place grew on me. Unlike in the city where everyone seems to be rushing at any given time of the day, life here is slow-paced. People here know every single person and a simple morning walk to and from the market will give one not only the freshest produce but also the freshest stories about everyone else in town. Most days, during harvest season, vegetables can be had for free, whether ones asks for it or not. Fruit-bearing trees abound and one only has to ask the owner to pick some without any worry that he will be denied. It is a common sight that children and teenagers go in and out of each others’ houses. Also, this town’s proximity to Angeles City is a boon, only about a 10 kilometer distance. One can study or work in a city for the day and retire at night to a truly quiet and relaxing community. Up to this day, there are still nights that I forget to lock up the doors and windows of our house before retiring at night without nary a worry and wake up the next morning with everything as it was.


On the same day, the Creativity, Innovation, and Change class opened. Signing up for this class a few weeks ago, I was pretty excited. But on the day it opened, I was in a time bind thus I skipped checking out the class.

The Massive Teaching course ended during this week but I did not check in there again after all the issues that happened within the course.

This morning, the 15th, I had to do some preparations in and around the house because of the incoming typhoon that is predicted to be quite something. When I got the chance to check Coursera late this afternoon, I was surprised and disappointed that my writing assignment didn’t get posted. I guess I should have checked it before the noon deadline but my mind was already on the coming typhoon.

The lack of a stable and reliable internet connection in my area is the only thing that has held me back from trying out any and all online classes and work. This snafu clearly illustrate that difficulty.

let go

being with you.
holding your hand.
watching you sleep.
stroking your hair.
hearing your snores.
waking up with your caresses.
making you coffee.
feeding you fruits.
filling your beer glass.
seeing you eat heartily of the food I prepared.
staring at you leaving the place where i belong.

yes, it made me happy.
and yes, it made me sad.

thank you
for the chance.
despite of the fact
that it was never love,
on your part,
from the very start.

let go.
let me go.
i should let go.

let me go.
and maybe,
i can finally let go.

but remember,
i am here
and will always be here.
until you let me go.

Online Course – Days 15 & 16

4-5 July 2014

Unit 3 Journal Writing 1.

The sun is trying valiantly to shine through the light gray clouds borne by the winds of the incoming typhoon. The rain and the sun alternates in showing their magic.

The chickens, ducks, and pigeons are roaming around scrounging for food whenever the sun peeks through. They run for cover when the rain falls.

The tree branches rustle when a strong wind blows. The leaves from the numerous trees surrounding the house scatter themselves all over the grounds.

Unit 3 Journal Writing 2.

The sun valiantly tries to shine through the light gray clouds borne by the winds of the incoming typhoon. The rain and the sun alternate to show off their might.

The chickens, ducks, and pigeons roam and fly around and scrounge for food whenever the sun peeks through. They run for cover when the rain falls.

The tree branches rustle when a strong wind blows. The leaves from the numerous trees surrounding the house scatter themselves all over the grounds.

A lady sits under a tree in the garden. Her eyes lifts from the pages of the book she is reading and flit at the scattered leaves. She smiles and says, “What a huge pile you will create for this twilight’s bonfire.”


That proved to be a quite difficult activity for me. It is very easy for me to write a number of sentences to describe a scene I am observing. What is not easy is identifying the subjects and the verbs and their different types. Especially so in that I tend to write long and compound sentences. What is more difficult is revising my sentences to show the action words and avoid the verbs ‘to be.’

I feel like I am transported back to that classroom at the end of the longest wing of the grade school building on the third floor. The subject was Language and I was in grade 3. I was working on my activity sheets wherein I was encircling the complete subject and underlining the complete verb. I was also identifying sentence patterns using these: S-V, S-LV-C, S-TV-DO, S-TV-IO-DO-OC, among others.

Looking back, I think that was the precise point in my life when I started disliking the subject and its lessons. Every time my teacher checks my table of progress reports, she always remarks that I am careless in answering the activity sheets. She then gives me on-the-spot activities proving that I can do better if only I will give my activity sheets on those topics the attention I give to the other topics.

I am a fast reader with an almost perfect understanding of the texts read. I can write easily with minimal grammatical mistakes. But when it comes to chopping down sentences based on its parts, I suck. That is essentially what all my grade school Reading and Language teachers said.

And from that, I totally dismissed remembering any knowledge on the parts of speech. I can read, understand, write, and speak the language on a level that can be considered very good and am satisfied with that. I rationalized further that I won’t be teaching the course so why bother.

Now at 41 years of age, why am I bothering?

I am an advocate of the Kapampangan language, in particular, and in general, of all indigenous languages. I am a believer in the preservation and propagation of all languages. When a language goes extinct, an entire culture ceases to exist.

The Kapampangan language has several distinctive characteristics that are not present in any other language but they are slowly being eased out in favor of the structure of the Tagalog-based Filipino and English. It is very easy to simply just memorize those characteristics and think up a few examples of my own to illustrate the concept. But in my book, that is akin to a parrot-like activity. If I couldn’t fully understand what I am talking about, then I do not have the right to allow myself to speak even a single word about it.

That is why I am back to the basics.

So, trudge on along, Joey.