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Mader Pakar

translation-blog-300x300An Indian colleague asked, “When are we doing that report?”
“Later in the afternoon”, I answered. I was busy that morning.
“Pakar!?”
“What fucker!?” I asked him.
Taken aback he slowly answered, “Paka means– Sure?”
“Oh ok…” I answered,  “Pakar.”

 
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Posted by on November 27, 2013 in Work Anecdotes

 

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TBT #7: Mmmmmm…

I just realized that the characters in this blogpost no longer works for our company. This was just 4 years ago:

imagesCAG1MN89We had an office party last Friday night at my boss’ house in the Arabian Ranches. Staffs if different nationalities were there and the food was really good.

As I was trying a milk-based Indian dessert, I wasn’t able to contain myself and told Roger, “Mmmm… Sarap!”
“Yes?” somebody answered, it was Sara (accent on the last ‘a’).
I should’ve kept my mouth shut as I ended up explaining the meaning of sarap and how the dessert was good and how I was talking to Roger and how his name sounds like the word sarap.

Complicated world.

 
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Posted by on October 10, 2013 in Uncategorized

 

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Human Milk

An Indian colleague tasted a piece of pastillas I brought in the office. She’s very particular on Filipino ingredients so when she asked, “Cow milk?”
“No!” i answered, “Human.”
She almost threw up and stopped her.
“I swear, Orlee, one of these days… I’ll get you.”

 
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Posted by on July 8, 2013 in Uncategorized

 

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How Are You in Filipino

India-vs-the-PhilippinesSaurabh, an Indian colleague, asked me , “Orlee, how are you in Filipino?”
“Perfect. It’s my first language so I speak it very well.”
“No,” he told me, “What is Filipino?”
“It’s a language. Based on Tagalog. Tagalog is a dialect but the whole Philippines speaks it so it’s called Filipino.”
“So how are you?”
“I’m fine.”
“What is HOW ARE YOU IN FILIPINO!?”
I laughed when I realized it, “Kamusta ka…”

 
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Posted by on June 5, 2013 in Dubai Friends

 

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Kita Kits

I taught my Indian colleague a new word — Kita kits, Tagalog slang for “see you”. This is also a name of one of the Filipino bars here in Dubai.

Today, he tried to practice the word to the Filipina receptionist in the company next door, “Kita kits?”
“What?” The Filipina answered, “You want me to go out with you?”

“Orlee, is ‘Kita Kits’ a name of bar?” he asked me.
“Hahaha! Yes!”

Sabado-Nites

 
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Posted by on February 10, 2013 in Work Anecdotes

 

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Remember This Day

“Will you help me with this?” I asked my colleague.
“Yes,” he answered, “But I need to finish this first.”
“Really? So you won’t help me now?”
“No.”
“Ok. Remember this day.”

 
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Posted by on May 19, 2011 in Work Anecdotes

 

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Office Pasalubong

“Orlee, what did you get us?” my team mates asked me.
“Ummm… extra hands for work, a lighter job… Taking away some tasks assigned to you,” I answered.
“Fair enough.”

 
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Posted by on April 20, 2011 in Work Anecdotes

 

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Expiry Date

I told the receptionist in my gym, “I’ll expire on the 14th.”
“No! Don’t say that!” she answered.

She was Indian and I forgot that for Indians, EXPIRE only means one thing: death.

When I realized this,  I told her, “Well… You can never say, right?”
“That’s true,” she smiled answering.

After I renewed earlier this evening, I told her, “So… When will I expire again?”
She laughed.

 
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Posted by on February 14, 2010 in Desert Tales

 

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Made in the Philippines

Sanay (pronounced: Sa-ney), my Indian colleague asked me, “Orlee, what is the prime export of the Philippines?”

I then contemplated, when  I was in elementary I knew it was some sort of agricultural product. Was it rice? Corn? Then came the Industrial Park Developments. Did it become electronic items? Semi-conductors? I was really not sure… Then the light bulb lit up in my head. As chocolate is to Switzerland, it was labor force for the Philippines.

So I answered, “Migrant Workers.”
He chuckled and asked, “Seriously?”
“Yes,” I’m afraid so.

I remembered this one song from the now defunct show Tropang Trumpo (to the tune of Handog ng Pilipino): Handog ng Pilipino sa mundo: Contract workers, alipin at agogo…

MIP

 
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Posted by on September 16, 2009 in OFW (ok fine whatever)

 

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Boogerman 2

BleedingWhen summer almost reached its peak here in Dubai, I was doing my favorite hobby in the back of the (service) van to work, calling the operator.
Not realizing that doing so might break the sensitive tissues inside my nose, I dialled, again and again. I was enjoying when I realize something dripping, NOSEBLEED!
I reached for my hanky but it wasn’t there. GREAT! Of all the days to forget your hanky! Yuck! Nangungulangot ka ng walang panyo. <Please, save your side comments on the comments section>
So I screamed, “Who has tissue?” to my Indian colleagues.
“Why?” they asked while turning to the back and when they saw me, they immediately handed me a bunch of tissue papers.

During the whole morning, I kept on checking my nose if there is still blood. One van-mate approached me, “The doctor (our colleague) said that your nose bleed was because of the heat.”
I, didn’t know this, answered, “Yeah, that’s right!” Yun pala ang magandang reason kesa sa ‘picking my nose’.

 
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Posted by on August 19, 2009 in Desert Tales

 

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