Taglish の小説・ストーリー

“Get rid of that There’s-no-forever whining voice in your head. You know what the perfect battle cry would be?” “What?” “I’m going to teach you a new word: Laumlayag.” “Laun… Is that a Visayan word?” “Nope. It’s an encanto word. Mathias taught it to me.” Kate’s eyes widened. “It’s one of their common greetings, sort of like farewell. First, they touch their forehead lightly and then wave like this.” As mother and daughter lay on their backs staring up at the ceiling, at the glow-in-the-dark star stickers, Mrs. Lapuz demonstrated the greeting.

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“Whatever. Let’s go. ” 'How can she look adorable with those frowning lips?' Darn it! I must be out of my mind! Why would I find her adorable? She's a brat who treats me like a disposable toy! “Where are you taking me again? I don't remember if we agreed to go somewhere today. ” "You’ll see. Just follow my lead and don't talk too much, old corn.” "Old corn?" I raised an eyebrow at what she called me. "Matandang mais in Tagalog."

sagot ko "Ah ganon ba" sabi nya at bigla akong inakbayan na parang sinasakal ng bahagya Hinampas hampas ko braso nya, "G*go! Tumigil ka nga! Pag ako natuluyan, sige ka!" Tumawa naman sya at binitawan ako. Nung nakikita ko na ang walo ay umayos na kami ng paglalakad. Walang nangyaring ganon, cous

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If he doesn't want to eat, I don't care anymore. After a while he spoke, "Saan mo gustong pumunta?” (Where do you want to go?) "Can you speak Tagalog? I feel like I'm in the 18th century and you'll just speak English to me?" I said, annoyed. (Baka gusto mong magtagalog? Feel na feel kong para akong nasa 18th century tapos i-english-in mo lang ako?) He chuckled. “Kung ganoon ay saan mo ninanais pumunta, binibini? Maaari ko bang malaman?” (Where do you wish to go, my lady? May I know?) He even bowed in front of me which made me laugh.

’ They talked over Isabel as she composed herself and wiped down her tears. ‘She actually reminds me of a caretaker at the orphanage. She used to sneak me food and snacks. I always wondered what happened to her. I think she was singing the same song, that’s why I remembered it.’ Max did not notice, but Isabel had a knowing smile on her face, and Tory tried to divert his attention. ‘I think-–’ ‘What language was the song in?’ Max asked Isabel and cut Tory off. ‘It’s Tagalog, the native language of the Filipinos.’ Isabel shyly answered. ‘My mom sang me that song, and I sang it to the little ones. She says, averting her eyes from Max.’