Tag Archive for Filipino Ilocano

Ilocano Word for the Day – Bartek

Bartek (adj)– means drunkard. /bar-tek/ with the stress on second syllable.    (v) - also means to get drunk Bartek (adj) iti ama na.=> His father is a drunkard. => Lasenggo ang tatay nya. Ilocano => English => Tagalog Bartek => drunkard=> lasenggo

Ilocano Word for the Day – Bassit

Bassit (adj)– means small in size or quantity. /bas-sit/ with the stress on second syllable. Bassit iti lubong. => The world is small. => Maliit ang mundo. Ilocano => English => Tagalog Bassit => small/less => maliit/kaunti

Ilocano Word for the Day – Sangaili

Sangaili (n) – means visitor. /sa-nga-i-li/ with the stress on third syllable. Nagapu Europe iti sangaili mi. => Our visitor came from Europe. => Galing ng Europa ang aming panauhin. Ilocano => English => Tagalog Sangaili => visitor => panauhin

Ilocano Word for the Day – Balla

Balla (n) (adj)– means crazy or the crazy one. /bal-la/ with the stress on second syllable. Nagbalin nga balla kakapanunot. => Too much thinking made her crazy. => Naging sira ulo sa kakaisip. Ilocano => English => Tagalog Balla => crazy => luko-luko/siraulo

Said She

One balmy night in 2007, in between mouthfuls of our favorite Pinoy food in a restaurant called Angelines, she said and I quote verbatim, 'The older I get the more it makes sense that I should marry a Filipino'.  That very moment my jaw was semi-paralyzed in disbelief, leaving the rice and bistek hanging tasteless in my mouth. That can't be. She was the epitome of the immigrant Ilocano who can no longer claim the Philippine north as home. Western culture has claimed her whole making it unbelievable that she would actually consider such prospect. And from my slightly naive scheme of things during those times, I considered her the guru of crossing racial lines and breaking international borders ... the very person who convincingly did a great job of expanding my once unwilling mind to the exciting prospect and reality of interracial connections. How ironic! Just when I started embracing the thought, the guru flakes out on me and suddenly subscribes to the belief I tried so hard to trash before -- racial exclusivity especially in matters of the heart. After having been revived from my shocked state, I laughed so hard that night. It was 2007, the hottest of summer like how it is tonight. Now, it's 2011. Really. Yes. She married a Filipino for real. And as planned. What can I say. I'm again paralyzed in disbelief. Maybe I will laugh later like before ...