10 March 2008
"As long as you know what you mean"
This morning I rode a jeep with two lovers. The guy was your average kind of bachelor--employed, clean cut and pays for his girlfriend's fare when commuting to work. Of course, in return, he gets to "touch" his girl's "bruised" leg for other motorists to see... as long as he agrees to everything she says, too. The lady, on the other hand, and naturally, was a radio disguised as a human being. Complementary angles. I gather she grew up from the tougher side of town, as she speaks... quite confidently. She got some looks too, but I soon realized that she's surnamed Can't Have It All: blessed physically... and that's it. Tall, fair skin, cute smile... and that's it. Then the lovers' talk became interesting:
A motorbike zoomed past the jeep.
I eyed Mr. Average and I knew we were both lost.
It was like the air was suddenly filled with nitrous oxide. I was liking it because what choice do I have on a Monday morning? The show continued:
The longer the traffic held us up under the peeking sun, the harder it got for me to hold back laughter. I pretended to examine every single thing on the street in a desperate move to hide my near-outburst. But there was more:
I was pulling a Linda Blair and my head was so 180-degrees I should've just stuck it outside and wait to be decapitated. She probably meant lust and love. And her man was again lost in her punyverse. But I do get her principle, sort of: Everything will be understood "as long as you know what you mean". They were simply talking about a barbarian and both knew how violent he can get--and a whore and how much she's still jealous of her while he dismisses the whole thing since he now has a new toy. So they're having a conversation and that's okay. Everything will be fine "as long as you know what you mean". She needed to keep her linguist face up No Matter What and he knew he had to support her even if it racks his brains out. Most importantly: everything may be "touched" in public... "as long as you know what you mean".
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AND here's DAH-t girl's sister in fate. Faith.
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Hab a grey-t weeak!
She: Nagrereklamo na nga ako e. Hindi na siya nakakatawa!
(I was already complaining. He wasn't being funny anymore!)
He: Talaga? Tapos, ano'ng sinabi mo? (Really? What did you tell him?)
She: Sabi ko nakakasakit na siya. Sabi ko babae pa rin ako at lalaki pa rin siya!
(I said he was beginning to hurt me--that I was still a girl and he was a guy!)
Sabi ko sa kanya (I told him), "Why can't you be a gentlemen!"
(I was already complaining. He wasn't being funny anymore!)
He: Talaga? Tapos, ano'ng sinabi mo? (Really? What did you tell him?)
She: Sabi ko nakakasakit na siya. Sabi ko babae pa rin ako at lalaki pa rin siya!
(I said he was beginning to hurt me--that I was still a girl and he was a guy!)
Sabi ko sa kanya (I told him), "Why can't you be a gentlemen!"
A motorbike zoomed past the jeep.
He: Men?
She: Ya, gentlemen!
He: Man?
She: Gentlemen! Hello, iba kaya ang man sa men.
("Man" is different from "men".)
He: Ah...
She: Ya, gentlemen!
He: Man?
She: Gentlemen! Hello, iba kaya ang man sa men.
("Man" is different from "men".)
He: Ah...
I eyed Mr. Average and I knew we were both lost.
She: Ah basta, pareho lang 'yon (Whatever. It's all the same) as... as...
as long as you know wat you meen!
He: Ah...
as long as you know wat you meen!
He: Ah...
It was like the air was suddenly filled with nitrous oxide. I was liking it because what choice do I have on a Monday morning? The show continued:
She: Hey, do you remembur hur?
He: Oo naman, 'yung pina-plastic mo? Ha-ha!
(Yeah, I do, the one you're pretending to like?)
She: DAH! No, naman. Pero 'di ba halos lahat kayo naging syota 'nun?
((I'm guessing it was a) Duh! It's not like that. But she did date almost all of you, right?)
He: No comment.
She: DAH! Arr yah guilty baaaa?
He: Oo naman, 'yung pina-plastic mo? Ha-ha!
(Yeah, I do, the one you're pretending to like?)
She: DAH! No, naman. Pero 'di ba halos lahat kayo naging syota 'nun?
((I'm guessing it was a) Duh! It's not like that. But she did date almost all of you, right?)
He: No comment.
She: DAH! Arr yah guilty baaaa?
The longer the traffic held us up under the peeking sun, the harder it got for me to hold back laughter. I pretended to examine every single thing on the street in a desperate move to hide my near-outburst. But there was more:
He: Pabayaan mo na nga siya. Masyado ka'ng affected!
(Let her be. You're too concerned!)
She: I'm jast seying. It's so sad kasi if everything is awt of lost lang, not lauwv!
(I'm just saying. It's so sad if everything is just out of ____ and not ____.)
He: ...
(Let her be. You're too concerned!)
She: I'm jast seying. It's so sad kasi if everything is awt of lost lang, not lauwv!
(I'm just saying. It's so sad if everything is just out of ____ and not ____.)
He: ...
She: Do you agree baaa? Patetik, rayt?
He: Manong, para! (He asked the driver to pull over.)
He: Manong, para! (He asked the driver to pull over.)
I was pulling a Linda Blair and my head was so 180-degrees I should've just stuck it outside and wait to be decapitated. She probably meant lust and love. And her man was again lost in her punyverse. But I do get her principle, sort of: Everything will be understood "as long as you know what you mean". They were simply talking about a barbarian and both knew how violent he can get--and a whore and how much she's still jealous of her while he dismisses the whole thing since he now has a new toy. So they're having a conversation and that's okay. Everything will be fine "as long as you know what you mean". She needed to keep her linguist face up No Matter What and he knew he had to support her even if it racks his brains out. Most importantly: everything may be "touched" in public... "as long as you know what you mean".
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AND here's DAH-t girl's sister in fate. Faith.
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Hab a grey-t weeak!
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