Para sa mga hindi well-rounded sa Gayspeak, “eme-eme” came
from the word “emote” na sabi sa Merriam Webster (oh diba, may reliable
source?):
Emote:
To express emotion in a very
dramatic or obvious way
Sa madaling salita, pagiging OA. So emote-emote pina-iksi
naging eme-eme. Now, like its predecessors “chuva, churut, keme”, eme-eme is
used differently depending on the conversation. Gayspeak is fluid and
progressive like that. Pak.
Anyway, yesterday was not a very good day for me. Malalang
eme-eme ang naramdaman ko; I didn’t want to get out of bed, I didn’t want to
eat, I didn’t want to read, write, or even do something as lazy as watch TV. I
just flitted in and out of consciousness basically the whole day.
I could not pinpoint the exact reason. Perhaps because it
was my nephew’s 5th birthday and I wasn’t there to celebrate with
him (he lives in Samar with my sister and my mother). Maybe I was tired from
the previous day kasi I was out on meetings from morning until late night. Or
was it because the weather was so conducive to sleep-all-day eme-eme. Pero ang
sad ko kahapon talaga.
When ze husband came home, I was doing half of the week’s
laundy. Half lang kasi nga wala ako sa mood haha! I knew he could tell that I
wasn’t in my best mood. I got annoyed at him for the smallest reasons and kept
trying to pick a fight; lahat ng sinasabi nya kinokontra ko, lahat ng reaction
n’ya to anything kina-counter ko hahaha! As in ang lala.
Buti na lang, hindi siya patola. That’s one of the many
things I appreciate about him. When he knows something is up, kung hindi naman
major, he doesn’t dwell on them. He goes around like nothing’s the matter, like
everything is fine until everything calms down...I mean until I
calm down. He trusts that I’m a matured woman who will right herself soon. I realized that
there was no point to my eme-eme and, also, that I am indeed a very lucky woman to
have a husband who doesn’t dignify my ka-eme-han sa life. Thank you, universe.
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