Haring Wati

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Haring Wati (King Earthworm) is the idiosyncratic and eccentric king of Saksaksinagol.com, but before anything else, he is many things rolled into one. He writes for pleasure and incidentally makes a living out of it. He is die-hard Cebuano. He is also known as Elmer Montejo.

Aug 202015
 
Nakahúbad Ka Na?

Pipila ka adlaw sumad karon, manamilit na ang Agosto, 2015. Apan nakahúbad ka na ba, Bay? Kun wala ka pa makatampo sa kalihokan nga Love Your Language Philippines, aduna ka pa’y pipila ka adlaw sa pagkarakara og hatod sa imong húbad-tampo.

Apr 102014
 
Incense starter kits for frankincense newbies

With the Holy Week just around the bend, we find it opportune to offer incense starter kits for those who burn incense for prayer, particularly those who are just starting the practice.  These are sold in sets.  Items are not sold individually.  These items are hard to find — if ever — here in Cebu […]

Apr 172011
 
Ang Pagpasakit — Usa Ka Binag-ong Pagsaysay

Ang usa sa Napulo’g Duha nga ginganla’g Judas, ang Iskariote, miduol sa mga pangulong pari ug miingon, “Akong ibaligya ninyo ang akong higala. Pila’y inyong palit?” Gibayran nila si Judas og katloan ka salaping pilak. Sukad kaniadto, wala na mahimutang si Judas. Nagpunay na siya’g pangita og paagi nga matugyan si Jesus ngadto kanila. [Padayona og basa kining dugoong sugilanon.]

Mar 142011
 
Viral Miseducation

One click of a mouse or cell phone button. That’s all the effort it will take for useful information to be sent to many. That’s also the same amount of effort to send misinformation to many. Welcome to the world of viral communication brought about by information technology. Information technology is a double-edged sword. In the hands of a vigilant and thinking user, it can be used to virally spread inspiration, hope, healing, and timely and accurate information. In the hands of morons—of which there are countless here in Cebu, the Philippines, and, as a matter of fact, the whole world—it can be the Sword of Destruction. For fairness’ sake, most of those morons are well-meaning—but morons just the same. (Why? You actually think good intention is the precondition to being not a moron?) [ Read the full article ]

Feb 262011
 

Kining mga saleslady sa mga tindahan ug department stores usahay makapungot kay sigehan ta’g sunod-sunod. Kung gisamukan na ka sa ilang pagpunay og pangutana og “Unsa imong gipangita, Sir/Mam?” mao kini ang itubag: “Kalinaw, panagdait, ug panaghiusa.”

Dec 242010
 
Christmas Thoughts to Jolt You

Christmas is NOT about Santa Claus. Christmas is NOT about noche buena. Christmas is NOT about peace, justice, forgiveness, reconciliation, love. Christmas is NOT about gifts. Christmas is NOT about family. Christmas is NOT about partying with friends. Christmas is NOT about children or the children-at-heart. What, then, is Christmas all about? Or, the better question would be, WHOM is Christmas all about? […]

Aug 292010
 

Bundak, Haring Ulan, ug banlasa ang mga luha sa mga tawong nagsubo niining taknaa. Anura sa imong linibong lusok sa tam-is ug bugnaw’ng tubig ang mga luhang parat sa mga nagbakho niining gabhiona. Ang kabudlay sa ilang gibati, pagaana. Ang katig-a sa kasakit, tunawa. Hinaut unta, Haring Ulan. (For Niel Steve Kintanar, upon the death […]

Nov 132009
 
Your Touch

No blood rushes to my face, nor my heart skips one beat, when you touch me with the giggled touch of a teenage schoolgirl bemused by fancy things. The gentle brush of your skin, the soft pinch of pale corals that are your fingers, upon my once unfeeling arm, doesn’t redden my cheeks as the […]

Nov 132009
 
Tonight I Kiss You with My Eyes

Tonight I kiss you with my eyes whose gaze you meet so fleetingly and briefly, just enough time for them to utter a wordless “I love you.” Tonight I kiss you with my eyes peering through unblinded windows to that other world within you where you hide a scared and lonely child. Tonight I kiss […]

Nov 102009
 
Anoy, Sobriety

The drought arrived when I heard the last sound of your fading footsteps as I licked the last drop of alcohol on my cracked lips. The dry emptiness of your leaving left me with withered balloons, glitter and confetti on the floor, empty shot glasses, empty table, your vacant chair, while I alone sit on […]

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