I swear. Something's definitely wrong. It's been always a pleasure hanging out with people who speak alien language. No, not particulary foreign but the bastardization of Filipino and English language. It's not taglish (Tagalog-English). It's something similar with a touch of gay lingo. Something is wrong because I'm getting an unusal amount of these kinds of conversations on a daily basis. Examples:
- Adiktus Pekinesis na naman ang drama nyang babaeng yan.
- Walang pera ang beauty ko! Hindi tama.
(Thanks Audrey for the line!)
- Kawawa the poor people.
- Fayatolah khoumenei yung bagets
- Paahbolous!
And...
Q: What do you call an ugly Filipina (Pinay)?
A: Aglipay.
Q: Ano ang tawag sa gwapong foreigner na may kasmang Pilipina panget?
A: Sagot, Success story.
- By someone from AISEC in Celadon room. He was chatting with a Korean exchange student while the rest of us were busy listening to every word he was saying.
I swear, hindi ko kinaya. I feel quite devastated knowing the only funny thing I can pull of is Ms. Annabel Rama's "Ropaaah" accent. I mean that doesn't even run romotely parallel with this breed of language. I'm mastering the the Visayan accent though. Must have patience. I'd rather have that accent that adapt to the conyo language popular among kids these days (e.g. "Ang Paaahni mo!"). So there, pare.
"Identity myth" because the author of this blog refuses to partake in the quest for acquiring any sense of certainty when it comes to knowing ourselves, how we figure in the bigger scheme of things, and all the nut crap about purpose and "who we really are". The author hopes that his words allude to this myth, which everybody else is after, whether they know it or not.
Wednesday, July 04, 2007
konti pa
Well things are starting to get better, at least. That's something to be grateful for. Yes, I think I'm very near getting back on track, maybe be not on a high note, but I'm getting there. Alright. Enough drama. I must not lose momentum.
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