Kangitngit

*** Kangitngit is Bisaya for darkness, but in this complex dialect it takes on various definitions with such vivid applications as to imagery. This poem of mine which is  a silly attempt at literature seeks to showcase the power of the word and the intricacies of the Bisaya language.

Samtang ginasubay nako kining dalan

Dalan nga ngitngit, dalan nga bala-an

Akong ginapangandoy nga magkita na ta

Maskin lang man sa kangitngit atong kalag mag-abot na

Sa kangingit gikawat akong pahiyom

Sa ngalan sa sapi,sa diyot, sa ilimnon

Ug sa mabugnawong kilid ako gipasagdan

Kangitngit, kahadlok, akong nasudlan

Ug ikaw gahulat sa eskina sa may mangga

Para kanako, nga abi nimo muabot pa

Ug karon akong subayon kining dalana

Padulong kanimo, maskin dili man ta magkita

Dawata akong gugma, kasing-kasing og pagkatawo

Sa kangitngit man lang pasaylo-a ko intawon

Samtang akong pagasubayn kining dalana

Hinaot atong kasingksaing mag-abot na.

TRANSLATION:

As I follow this road,

This dark and holy road,

I yearn that we finally meet.

Even in this nothingness our souls would finally meet.

My smile was stolen in the darkness.

In the name of money, of having, of liquor.

And in that cold damp corner I was left to wait.

Death, fear was what I have entered.

And you wait there at the curb, by the mango tree,

For me, whom you thought was still coming.

And now, I follow this path

To you, even though we shall never meet.

Receive my love, my heart, my soul.

Even just in the end, forgive me please.

While I follow this path,

I hope that our hearts finally meet.

Up and About:Holy Week Special

Holy Friday in Dumsville is sepia.

Although the rituals here are, oh so alien to me, i still felt the solemnity of the moment as the townsfolk marched the streets with candles and their saints in tow.

The night was auspicious, undeniably. So a scrambled for my camera which i apparently left in my other man-purse (yes, i have a man purse and yes, it does make me gayer, but i couldn't care less...). So i settled with my uber awesome Samsung QWERTY phone with an ok-ish camera.

I got to take these pictures (yay!!!) of the "Stations of the Cross Procession" in Dumaguete city.

Copyright on all the pics yes?

Inkling's Story of the Day, Easter

Story of the day: LAST MEAL'S REAL DATE!!!

Apparently some guy called Prof. Humphreys of Univ. of Cambridge has figured to reconcile an apparent contradiction in the four Gospels - when did the Last Meal take place?

You see, in the first Gospels of the New Testament - Matthew, Mark and Luke - the Last Meal took place during passover, while according to John (oh! Johnny boy... ) it took place before the passover. Confusing right?

Well anyway, click the link above to read through the original article.

The article isn't really conclusive, or at least substantiated well enough to really paint a super clear picture. They just threw in some phrases like "old-fashioned Jewish calendar rather than the official lunar calendar " and "explaining how such a large number of events took place between the meal and the crucifixion" which don't really explain much (although a picture is painted well enough to help us understand that there is no inconsistency with the Gospels, but not really answering why there had to be that difference... Divine Inspiration means every little detail has it's inherent purpose, right? Or at least, it's definitive contextualization as to the writer or writers and/or implications)

Prof. Humphreys seems to know what he's talking about, though, so maybe he just wants us to read his book or something.

Whatever... Fun yeah?

Religion? Maybe.

God doesn't fear - so how can he have a phobia?

God is love - so how can he hate?

God made me - so how am i a mistake?