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Puckering Time

It's now or never.
 

You're so like, ano.

"Oh my God, it's so like init here in Starbucks, to think na Starbucks 'to ha."

"Shet, look at my pawis oh, it's so like dripping."

"Buy ka nga ng drinks, yung large size. Ay, meron ba nun, haha. Grande nalang na, uh, Mocha Frappuccino."

"What time na ba?"

"You're so like tagal ha. Where've you been?"

"Nood tayo sine. Hello, we're like here na in Greenbelt 3."

"Text mo nga si Paul. I think he's coming na."

"Ohmigosh, wala na 'kong yosi. Sa'n ba makakabuy? Meron ba dito nun?"

"God, I need those drinks na. Nasan na ba si...Ohmigod, Paul is here na. Hi Paul!"

"Samahan mo naman ako sa CR. Na-wee-wee-wee na'ko eh."

Actual conversation pieces courtesy of a flock of girls at Starbucks Greenbelt 3 this early afternoon at exactly 11.30am. I absolutely have no idea as to their educational background, but I'm pretty sure they're from... Anyway, I was accompanied by a friend, and he was terribly annoyed by the proliferation of coño people. When the C word came up, he exclaimed, "Wag mo ngang banggitin yun. Bastos kasi." I said, "Alam ko," then I proceeded to babble and shout the real meaning of coño. My friend covered his face with ashes from the ashtray.
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At Mon Apr 02, 02:14:00 PM, Blogger Jhed retorts...

That's like, whatever! Haha!

I'm used to hearing things like that, since I work in a call center. Hindi maiiwasan yan e. Minsan nga, unconsciously, nagiging conyo ako. Haha!

Like, the hell naman dun, diba?! LOL.    



At Mon Apr 02, 03:22:00 PM, Anonymous utakGAGO retorts...

oooh. conyo (i can't spell the N with a tilde here) people mostly came from.. uhhh.

anyway.

taglish could be acceptable. BUT NEVER the conyo language. it's downright profane, in my opinion. especially for my ears.

what's the meaning of conyo ba? [lol]. it's spanish, right?    



At Mon Apr 02, 06:35:00 PM, Blogger Mike retorts...

Coño means vagina. Now other people wouldn't scream this word in public. I wonder why.

They're so like, you know. Some kind of a hijo de *toot*. Ohmigod, I'm sounding like a coñito na.    



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