sossy si inday kaya inglessera

alam nio mga peeps, si inday ay sosyal na katulong. xadong sossy kaya inglessera. but i'd like to tell you to take some precautions before reading this. it may cause nosebleed, headache and migraine or even heart attack. but then, i would also like to ask you to pray for inday's soul. i know we miss her so much. after her death on september 1, 2007, the universe was never the same again

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PERSONAL INFORMATION:

Name: Inocencia Binayubay

Nickname: Inday (of course)

Age: 18

Parents: Mang Andoy at Aling Seling

Siblings: Iying – 13, Itoy – 8, Iking: 5

Educ: College – La Salle Zobel 2nd year (Scholar)

High School: P. Gomez High School (Valedictorian, Best in English)

Elem: Sta. Monica Elem School (Valedictorian, best in dancing)Kaya pala…it shows!

Work Experience: Household service manager (katulong) – Mr. and Mrs. Matapobre

Died: Sept. 1, 2007

Cause of death: Asphyxia due to strangulation (namatay sa sakal ng amo!)

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Amo: Inday, bakit kulang ang sukli na ibinigay mo?

Inday: Hmmm… The person from the selling entity might have experienced memory deficiency due to the difficulty in concentrating and that lack of concentration lead to forgetfulness in giving the excess monetary equivalent due from the purchased item.

Amo: I think I'm gonna faint!

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Sa Resto:

Waiter : Ano po order nila maam?

Amo: Ung fried chicken meal na lang. Ikaw inday,ano sayo?

Inday: I would like to partake of a dish of sautéed pork and chicken,boiled in thick essence of soy and cane extracts,with copious amount of garlic, onion and laurel,sprinkled generously with fine spices and served with generous helping of root crop and a helping of rice.

Amo: Iho, paorder daw ng adobo with rice

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Amo: Mula ngayon, wala nang magsasalita ng Ingles. Ang sinumang magpadugo ng ilong ko at sa mga anak ko, palalayasin sa pamamahay na `to. klaro ba?

Inday: Ang mga namutawi sa inyong mga labi ay mataman ko pong iiimbak sa sulok ng aking balintataw, sa kaibuturan ng aking puso, gugunamgunamin, aariing salik ng aba at payak kong kabatiran. Tatalikdan ang matayog at palalong banyagang wika, manapay kakalingain, bibigkasin at sakdal timyas na sasambitin ng aking sangkolooban.

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Inday and her amo applying for a US visa

Consul: Why do you wanna go to the US?

Amo: To travel to visit friends and fly the airplane.

Consul: Denied!

Consul: And you?

Inday: For life is a never-ending pursuit of material and social satisfaction that I tender my great intent of actualizing a transpacific journey to the land of milk and honey. An affable sanctuary where dreams become reality and a perfect habitat where souls like mine can reach the pedestal of freedom.

Consul: Lifetime multiple entry VISA granted!

Amo: Whaaat!!!

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Nang nakauwi si Inday matapos mamalengke, nagalit ang kanyang amo…

Amo: Inday, hindi mo ba natanggap text ko? Tinext kita sabi ko bumili ka na rin ng giniling. Selpon selpon ka pa di naman nakakareceive ng text.

Inday: It's not that I can't receive any messages, it's just that I was at a place with a weak cellular signal. You see, even though longer wavelengths have the advantage of being able to diffract to a greater degree and are less reliant on line of sight to obtain a good signal, it can still attenuate significantly. And because the frequencies which cell phones use are too high to reflect off the ionosphere as shortwave radio waves do, cell phone waves cannot travel via the ionospohere.

Amo: Pa-ayono-ayonospir ka pang nalalaman. magsaing ka na nga bago dumugo na naman ilong ko.

mukhang ECE graduate din ata si Inday. nax!

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noong bata pa si inday

Nanay: Day, ba't ba ang tigas-tigas ng ulo mo?

Inday: Inay, intransigence is just normal for us juveniles.

Nanay: Day, anong nakain mo? I'm perturbed by your words.

Inday: Nay, ala namang gantihan

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mejo maalat ang pagkakaluto ni inday sa ulam so explain siya sa amo

The consistency was fine. But you see, it seems that the increased amount of sodium chloride affected the taste drastically and those actions are irreversible. I do apologize.

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si inday, nag eemote sa may bintana, habang iniisip si dodong,ang bf nia..

I am solitary. I find it hard to succumb into slumber. Though the downpour of rain should've made it easy. This exuberant emotional glue i have for you,cannot besimply washed away. The multiplicity of what i feel for you is inevitable. This isn't platonic. It's real, true romance.

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explanation ni inday nung nasunog nia ang sinaing

Heavy fire exerted by the stimulus affected the best conductor of heat which is the steel,causing the Oriza Sativa to change it's state of color,smell as well as the taste.

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inday inutusang bumili ng isda

Amo: Inday bumili ka nga ng mga isda, ay oo nga pala, inglesera ka na ngayon, would you please buy many fishes for this week's meals?

Inday: Judging by your statement, I believe you meant a variety of fish. The term fishes though rarely used, connotes a plethora of different kinds of the said gilled aquatic creatures. But the most pressing question before I go to the wet market would be: what type of fish? Fillet or not? Frozen or fresh? (pauses) Ahh…given the meager budget afforded by this household's quasi-peasant class taste, I assume I shall source the staple "galewng-gong". Yes?

Amo: Eh kung mag-empake ka na kaya?!

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MORE FROM INDAY SOON!

when a house dies

revisiting the past. . . .

The road runs straight along the bustling commercial areas in Roosevelt Avenue, a thoroughfare where motorists belch dark smoke into the sky. The house, or must I say, my father’s house, stands in front of a chainsaw shop and beside a garage crammed with busted cars and piles and piles of worn out tires. Everyday engines roar through the thin walls and the groans and grunts of the machines slice heavily through our conversations.

My father built the house of wood, plain and square with his own hands, so I was told, on a few square feet of land which, unfortunately, weren’t his. It had low ceilings, uninsulated walls and no bedrooms for a family of five kids. My parents slept in a room adjacent to the main house. Yards and yards of curtains, like the one that hid the double deck bed I shared with my older sister, gave some privacy. There were no closets so I either hung my clothes on nails pounded into the walls or on a clothesline tied in my bedside. I don’t remember having a dresser until I was much older. In the living room was a partially cushioned sofa, a two-tiered sideboard and a long legged television which heated up quickly after a two-hour viewing.

The house sheltered me and my family safely despite in its setting, a reflection of my father’s stern and selfish convictions and indestructible pride. In short, the house was my father, its content and design. The house was his voice. Though I admit how much of my character was formed in that house. We often heard him claim that the land was a gift from a close friend who owned a bakery nearby. My mother insisted that this was impossible which was enough to spark serious arguments between them. What gave him the idea that it was a gift and how did he manage to build the house without any permit? I didn’t understand then, but now I do.

Just as neighbours and residential houses began populating the other side of the road, the house started slipping from my father’s life and from our lives too. His complacency instigated legal suits and years of court appearances. I didn’t see my father build the house but I saw it slowly crumble into nothingness. One summer weekend a group of men geared with sledge-hammers demolished the house. The same day my father was pushing legal papers to the judge at the municipal hall. Why had he failed to secure a legal title for the land? I wished he’d swallowed his pride and accepted that he was wrong. I wished that he was more open-minded and learned to listen to us. I wished. . . . By the time he arrived his house was already half gone. Each plank of wood that was cracked, each nail that was wheedled out and each wall that was knocked down was like his body parts slowly being severed. He was dying inside and so was the house. The destruction made me want to cry or hit someone and seeing the house fall to pieces leaves me in a bleak, extremely misanthropic state of mind. I wanted to blame my father, shout at him but none of these actions were necessary anymore. After the demolition we were homeless and it was terrifying and humiliating to endure this once in a lifetime.

Amidst the chaos and debris my father built a temporary shelter for us to get through the night. I rested on the same bed and from there I looked up into the sky that was deep-black and brighter with slivers of moonlight flowing freely through our roofless shelter. My father believed he was going to fight to regain what was taken away from him. I lay awake for hours watching gazillions of stars turning in the sky. I started weaving my future.
I know my place.
I miss my past.

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mana kay inday

okey, aprub..... we pinenally unmasked inday. we got educated about her unporgetable accident in sm with dodong, salvation by her husband jay. but little did you know that inday has a bottom friend living in toronto, canada? read on. . .

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Matagal na akong wala sa Pilipinas as in matagal na. My belief sa wari ko mga 7 years na akong di nakauwi. Supposably, dapat, nung nakaraang 2 years ago ako umuwi but I didn’t have enough savings para makapag granvacation o para makabili ng mga, alam nyo na. . . pasalubong, di gaya ng iba diyan na shop and drop kung mamili ng panguwi. Excitement on my part na makapaghandout kahit chocolate di ba sa mga expecting faces of my family and relatives and friends. The feeling is heavenly at mas more ang meaning ng kahulugan ng life. Lam nyo ung kasabihang “it’s better to give and to forgive is divine?” Lam nyo ba yun? Yan ata ang aking guidance principle.

Hindi ko natapos ang college pero ako ang bread spinner ng pamilya. Ang magulang ko nakasandal sa akin. Mga kamag-anak ko hingi sa akin. Akala nila nung andito nako sa Canada feeling nila nasa club nine ako lagi. Hindi nila alam, mas pass face ang buhay dito noh? Haaay. . . . Di gaya sa Pinas na okey lang kahit naka hangup ka sa isang sari-sari store ng buong maghapon, nakaupo at nagchichismisan habang kumakain ng kornik o nagbabalat ng nilagang mani, buhay ka na, solve na ang isang araw. Lang iniintindi, lang mga insu insurance at kung anu ano pang nessesaries na kailangan bayaran.

Anyhow, the reason for my rapping was because I accidentally miss Inday, my one and only bottom friend. Oo, bottom friend ko si Inday at miss na miss ko na siya. Dikit kami in sickness and in breath. Pareho kaming lumaki sa Dipolog na parang isang sisterhood at dahil wala akong kapatid siya na ang aking naging parang sister. Magka-age kami pero sabi ni inay "Ilang secons lang naman ang pagitan nung pinanganak kayu. Sabay kayung inilabas, mas nauna nga lang si Inday." We growth together. Parang ako ang kanyang little sister na inalagaan niya with upmost care. Ang aming memories ay laging nasa corner of my mine especially yung mga tribals ng aming buhay. I couldn’t forget our days nung dalaga na kami at need ng kumita. Napadpad kami sa Bocaue para magrecruit ng mga DH papuntang Israel. Marami kasing ka-competence na agency na nagpapaalis papuntang Japan eh so Inday and me made other plants. Hah. . . those were our challenging everydays and memories floating buy.

Kung bakit naman bigla akong nagreplenish ng memories namin ni Inday ay dahil sa pichures na nakita ko na nakabalot sa pulang cocomban na nakasingit sa aking colorful na diary na nasa ibabaw ng lumang jewelry box na nakapatong sa aking cabinet na natabunan ng mga kahon ng sapatos, na nalatagan ng mga nilabhan kong kumot. Haaaay. . . tuloy the diary was out of my eyeballs dahil sa pagiging pack rug ko. Tsk tsk, aanhin ko ba naman kasi yung mga kahon na wala namang laman? Pag nalaman ni Inday na pack rug pa rin ako hanggang ngayon, for sure she's gonna scare the living headlights out of me. Magagalit talaga yun dahil sensitis sa kalat si Inday. Kaya it's a must to start up my long availing spring cleansing ng aking apartment. Kung kasama ko lang si Inday ngayon, she's will be a big help to me.

Kakatuwang magreplenish talaga ng mga pichures namin ni Inday. Para kaming mga rap model sa aming mga poses.
Si Inday, akala ng marami ay kambal kami because we are the splitting image of each other. Memories of our memories suddenly came in the corner of my mine. . . again. Dikit kami ni Inday. . . bottom friend nga eh, so dikit. Sabay kaming pumasok ng kindergarden. Dami naming secrets. We dont take each other for granite. Paborito namin ang picha pie tsaka yung bistik na maraming sibuyas. Mahilig kaming manood ng movie na tear seeker, yung madrama ba? yung makadagdag damdamin? Stress up ko lagi ung word na "dikit" at "bottom friend" because naisip ko na during our togetherness, na-realize ko na kahit pala bottom friend ko siya, kahit dikit kami, kahit na maraming secrets ang napagsaluhan still i cannot totally lay my head on her shoulders. as in may mga secrets ako na hindi ko pa rin nasabi sa kanya. invincible di ba?

Nagkatuluyan kaya sila ni Jay? Ahhh, si Jay. Hindi alam ni Inday na dead over feel ako sa admirer niya. Dahil kay Jay, dropout niya si Dodong that time ng araw na iyon. Now all the memories are floating buy...Tandang tanda ko, Valentime day nun nung nag perpose si Jay sa kanya. It's hard to accept that it seems para bang walang guy na nagkagusto sa akin eh maganda rin naman ako ah. Unfair eh, may Dodong na nga siya, may Jay pa. My heart was broken into itsy bitsy broken glasses, as in durog na durog.......... na durog. It hurts to see the one I love love someone. Pero I decipher, and i'm very exact about it, to just keep silence dahil si Inday naman na dikit ko, ang sister ko, ang liligaya.

Magsyota palang sila ni Jay when I went over board. All I know, si Inday ang gustung-gustong mag over board pero her plans changed when Jay came to her life. Ako na lang ang umalis to escape away from the smashing painfulness of heartbreaking reality. But you know what? I will be forever in death with Inday. I learned a lot from her especially bago ako mag over board, here in Toronto where life is full of competitors. If not of her i will have no ways and means to express my thinkings and actuations. She is my inventor.

Miss na miss ko na talaga si Inday. One of these ways, the visitation will happen. Sana manalo na ako sa lotto noh? And because it's been a long standing story na yung what i feel for Jay, perhaps siguro I could finally tell her nothing but the truth. Alam ko even though na kahit na there's difference in the world that our lives spin around at this time with dizzying effect, sister ko pa rin siya at magiging dikit pa rin kami dahil sa napakadami at malalim naming pinagsamahan. And even though na kahit na our computer lines didn't disect for a long long long time, I'm very fruity sure, definitely, and appear as the sun . . . . . . . . . magkakaintindihan pa rin kami!

nosebleed!!! he..he..he..
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