Nanay Quotes

Sabi ng nanay ko, 'yan daw totoo... di raw dapat ikahiya!" "E kung magnanakaw ka, di mo ikakahiya?" "Sabi ng nanay ko, kung ikakahiya mo... h'wag mong gagawin!

Tatlo ang magulang ng henerasyon natin. Ang tatay, ang nanay, at ang mga patalastas o media. Kaya kung mahina yung dalawang nauna, naagawan sila ng ikatlo sa pagpapalaki sa bata.

A: Oy! Oy! Oy ba't sumisingit 'yan ha?! Hoy! Mahilig ka ba sa singit? Hoy! B: Hwsht! Pabayaan mo na, tsong... Big time 'yan eh... 'Wag mo na anuhin. Nanay n'yan senador, erpat n'ya general, kapatid n'ya kongresman, kapitbahay nila meyo -- A: Pwes ako anak ng Diyos! Tatay ko Poong Maykapal at utol ko si Hesukristo!! Ano?! Ha?!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU NANAY I am forever grateful to you, my dearest Nanay, You are the most precious being in my life. You have given us, your children so much, raised us, nurtured us and loved us unconditionally.. I can't imagine life without you. We love you Nanay.

Nakapagtatakang nagtataka pa ang nanay at tatay ko kung bakit di ako mapirmi-pirmi sa bahay ng sino man sa kanila. Bakit nga raw ba ako palipat-lipat ng trabaho? Bakit pabago-bago ng karelasyon? At paiba-iba ng mga kaibigan? Gusto ko sanang ipaliwanag sa kanila na kapag matagal-tagal ka ring naging bola sa pingpong, di mo maiiwasang makasanayan ang pagpapadito at doon, dito, doon at ang pagpapadoon, dito, doon, dito. At sandaan pang pagpapadito-dito at pagpapadoon-doon. Sa sandali namang matapos ang laro o kahit sa pagkakataong datnan lamang ng pagod ang mga manlalaro, hahayaan ka nilang gumulong-gulong sa kung saan-saang sulok, kahit pa nga iyong namumutiktik sa alikabok. Hihingal-hingal ka ngayong maghihintay sa kung sino man sa kanila ang may awa o panahon para yumukod at pumulot.

Maaring Bartolo ang apelyido ko o Cruz o Santos-- pero apelyido 'yon na minana ko lang sa tatay ko, at minana ng tatay ko sa tatay niya. Oo nga pala,bakit puro sa tatay nagmamana ng apelyido? Bakit kahit minsan, hindi sa nanay?

Iyan ang hirap sa usapang ito. Ano ba naman ang kamuwangan ng mga pipituhing taon sa mga beauty contests? Laro lang ang tingin nila sa lahat ng bagay at komo laro, gagawin lang nila pag gusto nila. Pag nasa mood sila. Karaniwan na ina lan ang may gustong mapalaban ang anak nila, masabing kabilang ito sa magaganda maging ang pinakamaganda kung maaari. Baya'n mo Baya'n mong mabilad siya sa init, mapagod siya, lagnatin siya, sipunin siya. Gusto ng nanay ang tropeo, gusto ng nanay ang karangalan.

He has already mastered (or become quite proficient at) a number of skills and techniques such as braises, fricassees, roasting, searing, and sautéing. He was already well versed in pie and pastry making, so teaching him laminated pastry and more difficult cakes and confectionary has proceeded much faster than I anticipated. (I suspect Helena feels the same, though she always pretends to be nonplussed at his progress.) His knowledge and interest in the dishes of other cultures also continues to surprise me. His empanadas, it seems, were only the tip of the bavarois. He makes a delightful curry after the East Indian style, and his fried plantains (both the sweet maduros and the crispy double-fried green ones) have become my new favorite snack before our evening meal. You would love them, Nanay, I am certain. Nanay, I've also taught him most of the rice dishes in my repertoire (as Helena continues to find rice to be rather lowly---though she eats risotto and paella readily enough when they're on the table), and although he was surprised when I first showed him plain, unadulterated rice as you make it, he soon gobbled it up and has been experimenting with more Eastern-inspired rice dishes and desserts and puddings ever since.

Ang quarantine ay parang pagiging nanay - hindi ka makalabas hindi dahil ayaw mong lumabas kundi hinihingi ito ng pagkakataon.

I call the Philippines home. It’s where I was born, where I was given my first name, where I learned how to say Mommy and sing Nanay in the same breath. I call America home. It’s where I claimed my true name, where I found my true voice, where I learned how to make my life, my heart, and my songs light enough to carry.

The rich smells of long-simmered chicken, onion, and garlic curled around us, and Nicole hummed with every mouthful. Ten seconds later, my stomach hissed in protest. "Can I taste it?" Nicole pulled out a second spoon from under the placemat. From the first spoonful, the warmth of the rice porridge soaked into my bones. It was care in a bowl, and the tears that surged up almost choked me. "Ellie?" Her voice was as cozy and comforting as the stew. No, I was tired of crying. "I like the ginger and the citrus in this," I managed. She smiled. "Exactly. It's got to have the calamansi lime juice in it to make everything else sing. But Nanay swears it's all about the chicken.

I can never get used to not having you around Nanay. I travel the world but I can't find anybody like you!

Back to normativity and its abuses. A more modest, but not at all less harmful, appeal to normativity, is about the universal appeal of aesthetic evaluations. It is not that a certain artwork just demands you to have a certain aesthetic reaction. Rather, when everybody else has, or at least should have, the same reaction. This is Immanuel Kant's view and it has had a lasting influence on 'Western' aesthetics. I'm trying to say this politely and in awe of the intellectual achievement of Kant's philosophy, but this is one of the most arrogant ideas in the history of aesthetics. If you implicitly assume that everybody else should have the same reaction as you do, then you seriously underappreciate the diversity of humankind and the diversity of the cultural backgrounds people come from. And any time we are even tempted to think (or assume, or feel) that whatever we do has universal appeal or universal communicability, that would be a good time to stop and exercise what I call aesthetic humility'- thinking about just how contingent our own position and cultural background is compared to the vast diversity of cultures on this planet.

Kapag tahimik ang isip ko at pinagmamasdan kita, tinitimbang kung gaano kita kamahal, kung gaano kalaki ang bahagi mo sa puso ko, hindi ako makahinga. Dahil ikaw ang aking mundo, ang aking kalawakan. Hindi ko alam kung ako ay mabuting nanay. Maagang pumanaw ang ina ko... Bagama't wala siya para magturo sa akin kung paano ang pag-aaruga sa iyo, marami naman ang nagpakita sa akin kung paano magmahal. Pagmamahal na ipinadama sa akin sa iba't-ibang paraan. Ang pagmamahal na ito ay baon ko araw-araw. Sana maipadama ko ito sa iyo sa bawat minuto ng iyong buhay.

[A]ng bulô ay isang batang kalabaw, ang baguntáo ay isang tin-edyer na kalabaw, ang kalakíyan at inahin ay maygulang at kung baga'y tatay at nanay na kalabaw, at ang matsóra ay isang babaeng kalabaw na hindi magkaanak.

If I were the only one who mattered, if I were free to choose, you know I would stay. Hell, I would run away with you. To the ends of the world, if you want me to. I would figure this life out with you. Gladly. A simple life with you would be enough. But, it’s not just me, Jo, do you understand? There’s Nanay and Mac and Alex. Even Papa. It’s never just me. Will never be just me. I am their ticket to a better life.’ ‘Liza, you don’t have to be if you don’t want to.’ ‘But wanting has nothing to do with it. I have to because nobody else will. They matter more than me. More than you, Jo. There will never be a world that they don’t come first. That’s why I’m giving you up. That’s why I’m marrying Christopher. That’s why this has to end.

malungkot ako. In English: “I am sad,” or, “I am down.” But translation is hard—perhaps “tired,” the larger way you use it, is the better word. Tired of my nanay caring only about what others think of our family. Tired of my tatay believing he always knows what is wrong and what is right all the time just because he is a police chief. Tired of the kids at school talking about music and TV shows and celebrities like any of it matters. What is the point, you know? People are sick and starving to death in our country, in our streets, and nobody cares. They worry instead about grades and popularity and money and trying to go to America. I don’t want to be another one of those people who just pretends like they don’t know about the suffering, like they don’t see it every single day, like they don’t walk past it on their way to school or work.

malungkot ako. In English: “I am sad,” or, “I am down.” But translation is hard—perhaps “tired,” the larger way you use it, is the better word. Tired of my nanay caring only about what others think of our family. Tired of my tatay believing he always knows what is wrong and what is right all the time just because he is a police chief. Tired of the kids at school talking about music and TV shows and celebrities like any of it matters. What is the point, you know? People are sick and starving to death in our country, in our streets, and nobody cares. They worry instead about grades and popularity and money and trying to go to America.