According to the 1990 census, English is a mother tongue for only around 32,802 Filipinos.
Meanwhile, this aflame Arnold Clavio fan whose scholastic idiomatic eccentricity is second only to his unprecedented idiocy, me and 80,000,000 others must have done something wrong or watched too much Batibot, Hiraya Manawari and of that Heidi animation dubbed into Pangasinense.
I shouldn’t really be loitering at Igan’s blog unless I have nothing else better to do but blow bubbles with my saliva. I skimmed through Igan's post with the ease of reciting the Henny-Penny-is-a-Hen poem but right after the second bubble popped-back to its fluidy form the comment trail wouldn’t allow itself to be skimmed and my sheepish grin earmarked for nostalgic moments of utmost sexual theme broadly beamed from my face.
Anyway, take a sample while I try to blow my 4,507th bubble…4,608…4,609…
A master of the English language does not need to exaggerate; an illiterate almost always does.
Lord Hailsham (1907 - 2001)
Ouch! That stung.
12 March 2007
Labels: English is my 2nd tongue.
