Here is the dreamer. One who created and played with the pen and the keys of a world soon unmade. She remembers the wind, water, earth and flame. She loved even shadows but knew naught of hate. With a heart too soft and a strength unseen, she loved the world and she lived a dream.

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Strange Words

121. One of the surprising things about me is how entirely lacking my vocabulary is when it comes to my own dialect- Hiligaynon. There are times wherein you talk to me and there would be some words that would be alien to my ears. Having been enrolled into a school wherein the English-speaking policy was strictly enforced could have been a factor to this. So could my love for english films and books. Filipino, shamefully, was my poorest subject and if they had made Hiligaynon a subject, my grades would have been probably worse. Thankfully, you have the patience to explain to me the meanings of those words especially when we hear the really deep dialect coming from the rural areas. You're like my laughing human dictionary, in fact. You would suppress a teasing grin, the worst is when you all-out laugh at me, when I look at you with wide innocent eyes and shake my head that I don't know that word either. Yes, it's just one of my weak points in life that I think is both adorable and annoying to you.

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