Finished or ready?

The ability to speak and understand English is relative.

Waiting for a flight at a Malaysian airport a several years back, I decided to grab a cup of warm chocholate at a nearby cafe.

“One cup of hot chocolate, please.”

“Finished or ready?” The lady behind the counter asked in a monotone.  I did not understand what she meant, so I asked her again.

“Finished or ready,” she spoke in the same monotone.

Confused, I asked, “What do you mean by finished or ready? Are they types of serving?” Without waiting for her answer, I began to imagine a finished cup as frothy with perhaps, some marshmallow. The thought of it excited me. A ready cup, I thought, must be…well, ready…as in ready to go. In other words, plain.

“I’ll have finished then,” I said with a hint of excitement. The lady  looked at me with a question mark on her face.

Intending to clear the confusion, I asked, “Okay, so what’s the difference between finished and ready?” At that point, her beautiful round eyes looked at me as if I were from outer space.

A Caucasian whispered from behind, “She said FINISHED ALREADY.’” I was about to say that she hasn’t even taken my order yet so finished already is not possible. Then he continued, “and by that she meant that they ran out of hot chocolate and they can’t serve it now.”

Right there, I said goodbye to the frothy and chocolatey marshmallow-sprinkled cup of hot  chocolate that I was just beginning to imagine.

The more frequent we go beyond our backyards, the more we realize that indeed there are a lot of things that we don’t know much about –  understanding English, for example. Each culture  has a tendency to put a borrowed language in the context and syntax of its native tongue. This is practically why  it makes sense when people say that effective communication is 7% words, 38% tone and 55% body language.

The Filipino English, for sure, never runs dearth of expressions that are practical for locals, but amusing and confusing for foreigners.  And if anybody could point me to a nice and humorous article on that, that would be great!

Finished already? I guess this article is now both finished and ready.

The author at an old Portuguese square in Malacca, Malaysia, September 2010. Perhaps, hungry? Perhaps, confused? One thing is certain -  she's glad to have gone beyond her backyard for the language lesson at for a lot more.

The author at an old Portuguese square in Malacca, Malaysia, September 2010. Perhaps, hungry? Perhaps, confused? One thing is certain – she’s glad to have gone beyond her backyard for the language lesson


In This Empty Terminal

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People come. People go.

I sit here. My eyes search for you.

Are you here? Or are you not?

Did your plane park in the outside lot?

In this empty terminal of some mornings past

Love knocked and we rushed to it fast.

Now, like the smell of rich coffee from the nearby bar

For a moment you lingered, my thought’s gone far.

On the road. On the move.

What did we share but stories in troves?

Tales of rickety buses and missed morning flights,

and street bandits and broken fog lights.

Stories of discovery after an awkward laugh,

and scary encounters and humorous gruff.

Tales of getting lost, of the fears  we hide,

and the relief of a touchdown after a turbulent ride.

I came back to the now. I let out a laugh.

Doesn’t time play a little rough?

Just when I see that trot – that familiar stride,

The PA calls, my ride has arrived.

Hurriedly you walk. “Hey, you,” you say.

Then we spilled the adventures from yesterday.

You broke a bone, I chipped a nail,

You crossed a river, I was drowned in mail.

But the PA calls, it’s calling my name.

Should I stay,  should I get on that plane?

Whatever. Wherever. Before my time is through

I am all ears for  one more story from you.

In the Mundane: a 2013 Photologue


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2013.  I did things I have never done before. I failed. I succeeded. I learned to drive to overcome a trauma. I scaled four mountains. And paid the physical pains after. I finally started a charity. I moved to another … Continue reading