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finluithiel) wrote2004-03-17 04:55 pm
finluithiel) wrote2004-03-17 04:55 pm
Beneath the eaves of a mango tree...
I'M FREE! FREE FROM THE CONSTRAINTS OF SOCIETY! FREE FROM OBLIGATIONS! FREE FROM THE STRESS THAT GOES WITH THE ACADEMIC PACKAGE!!! And most of all - FREE FROM THAT EVIL WENCH WITH THE BIG NAVEL WHO ISN'T EVEN PREGNANT AND DOESN'T WEAR A GIRDLE OR A CORSET!!! WOOOOOOHOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
To commemorate the freedom of summer (yes! it's summer! nyahahahahaha!!!), I decided to write a story that features several OPMs. And translate said songs, too. Did I mention that one of my hobbies is translating Tagalog songs to English and vice versa...?
The sun shined red from beneath Nita's eyelids. She was underneath the mango tree beyond her family's share of the land - her father was a farmer - hiding from her newly-arrived cousins from Manila.
They were arrogant, those Malineño cousins of hers, with their shiny Pajero and brand-new clothes with names she was as familiar with as snow (which she only heard of and ocassionally saw on her neighbor's TV). Nita didn't want to deal with their poorly-hid looks of disgust at the sight of her house so she escaped as soon as propreity and etiquette allowed her.
And now there she was, perched on one of the higher branches of the tree, waiting for her friends Jose and Maria to come over so she could have some real fun.
"HOY!" The shout interrupted Nita in her semi-meditating state and almost made her fall.
"Ay, anak ng tipaklong!" (Son of a grasshopper!) she exclaimed, trying to regain her balance.
"I know my parents may be as thin as them, but I don't think they're grasshopers," came the laughing reply. The slim body of a boy approaching manhood awkardly climbed up to lean against a branch near her.
Nita rolled her eyes. Jose always took everything literally, that smart aleck! "You are the most insufferable person I know," she informed him as Jose started to re-tune his guitar - the main reason why his ascent to the relatively short tree was awkard. Jose almost never left his house these days without his trusty guitar given to him as his birthday present three monts ago.
He merely gave her a crooked smile before plucking away at his instrument. "Oo, ako ay si Mr. Suave..." he crooned in a low voice, knowing that the song would irritate his friend.
"If you continue that song, Jose Villoso, you will have a bruise so big and out of your reach that you have to let your Mama rub oil on it for you," Nita threatened half-seriously. She'd never hurt him that bad, of course, but it will be enough to shut him up...
"Fine, fine!" he said, knowing that she wasn't bluffing. "What do you want me to sing, then?"
"I don't know," she said irritatedly, "as long as it isn't Mr. Suave. I'm sick of it, really."
"Why? It's a funny song!"
"I admit that it is ridiculous, but then again, most of Parokya's songs are amusing."
"So you want a Parokya song?" he asked.
"As long as it isn't Mr. Suave."
"One look, and then 'yun! iba na - malagkit dumikit ang tingin ng mata. One smile, iba na ang ibig sabihin, di na friends ang tingin niya sa akin. Everyday parating we're together, every week,palaging may sleepover. Ang tawag niya sa mommy ko ay 'tita'. Bakit ba di ko 'yon nakita? Until out of the blue, I'm feeling so true, bigla na lang sinabi sa akin na: This guy's in love with you, pare! Bading na bading sa 'yo!" he half-sang, half-laughed as Nita chortled along with him. The song was just too funny not to ignore - it was about a guy finding out that his male best friend was in love with him - and the sound of their laughter was all another friend of theirs needed to know where they were hiding.
Maria's head suddenly popped into view. "Mind if I join you?" she asked cheerfully as she arranged herself on a branch near the other two.
Jose was still continuing the song. "Oh no! my bestfriend's gay! It's the same old friend I had yesterday. And he's happy... and gay...yeah...yeah..." he finished with a flourish.
"Next song!" prompted Maria since Nita was still convulsing with giggles.
"What song do you want?" asked Jose.
"Well...since I'm in a nostalgic mood today..." she said slowly and deliberately, looking at Jose intently.
"Oh no..." groaned Jose. "You want me to sing Kanlungan don't you?"
"Aw, c'mon! It's not like anybody else is going to hear you!" Maria insisted while Nita nodded furiously. "We won't tell anybody..."
"Fine, fine," grumbled Jose. "But if word of this comes out, I'd know who spread it..."
"Yes, yes, now play!"
He rolled his eyes. "Women," he muttered before strumming their favorite song's intro. "Pana-panahon ang pagkakataon. Maibabalik ba ang kahapon?"
The two girls - young women, really - were sniffing by the end of the song. Jose rolled his eyes again. "Women and their sentimentality..."
That earned him a bop on the head, courtesy of Nita. "Shut it, you," she told him. "You get to pick the next one."
Jose perked up. "Uso pa ba ang ha-"
"NITA!" Her mother's voice was distinctive. Nobody else could really hit that high a note - at least, nobody in their barangay.
"Well, gotta go, guys!" Nita exclaimed as she started to climb down. "Have to entertain the cousins..."
"See you 'round!" Maria and Jose yelled in unison behind the canopy of leaves.
"Go on," Maria prompted Jose, "continue the song."
Jose grinned. "Oo, ako ay si Mr. Suave! Woah, grabe! Habulin ng babae! Araw man o gabi! Ako nga si Mr. Suave! Woah, grabe! Hayop kung dumiskarte! Wala silang masabi! Hoy, hoy, hoy, hoy, hoy, hoy!"
"Hoy, hoy, hoy, hoy, hoy, hoy!" Maria laughingly responded as the sun's fiery rays started to sink beyond the horizon.
FIN.
Nyahahahahaha...
To commemorate the freedom of summer (yes! it's summer! nyahahahahaha!!!), I decided to write a story that features several OPMs. And translate said songs, too. Did I mention that one of my hobbies is translating Tagalog songs to English and vice versa...?
The sun shined red from beneath Nita's eyelids. She was underneath the mango tree beyond her family's share of the land - her father was a farmer - hiding from her newly-arrived cousins from Manila.
They were arrogant, those Malineño cousins of hers, with their shiny Pajero and brand-new clothes with names she was as familiar with as snow (which she only heard of and ocassionally saw on her neighbor's TV). Nita didn't want to deal with their poorly-hid looks of disgust at the sight of her house so she escaped as soon as propreity and etiquette allowed her.
And now there she was, perched on one of the higher branches of the tree, waiting for her friends Jose and Maria to come over so she could have some real fun.
"HOY!" The shout interrupted Nita in her semi-meditating state and almost made her fall.
"Ay, anak ng tipaklong!" (Son of a grasshopper!) she exclaimed, trying to regain her balance.
"I know my parents may be as thin as them, but I don't think they're grasshopers," came the laughing reply. The slim body of a boy approaching manhood awkardly climbed up to lean against a branch near her.
Nita rolled her eyes. Jose always took everything literally, that smart aleck! "You are the most insufferable person I know," she informed him as Jose started to re-tune his guitar - the main reason why his ascent to the relatively short tree was awkard. Jose almost never left his house these days without his trusty guitar given to him as his birthday present three monts ago.
He merely gave her a crooked smile before plucking away at his instrument. "Oo, ako ay si Mr. Suave..." he crooned in a low voice, knowing that the song would irritate his friend.
"If you continue that song, Jose Villoso, you will have a bruise so big and out of your reach that you have to let your Mama rub oil on it for you," Nita threatened half-seriously. She'd never hurt him that bad, of course, but it will be enough to shut him up...
"Fine, fine!" he said, knowing that she wasn't bluffing. "What do you want me to sing, then?"
"I don't know," she said irritatedly, "as long as it isn't Mr. Suave. I'm sick of it, really."
"Why? It's a funny song!"
"I admit that it is ridiculous, but then again, most of Parokya's songs are amusing."
"So you want a Parokya song?" he asked.
"As long as it isn't Mr. Suave."
"One look, and then 'yun! iba na - malagkit dumikit ang tingin ng mata. One smile, iba na ang ibig sabihin, di na friends ang tingin niya sa akin. Everyday parating we're together, every week,palaging may sleepover. Ang tawag niya sa mommy ko ay 'tita'. Bakit ba di ko 'yon nakita? Until out of the blue, I'm feeling so true, bigla na lang sinabi sa akin na: This guy's in love with you, pare! Bading na bading sa 'yo!" he half-sang, half-laughed as Nita chortled along with him. The song was just too funny not to ignore - it was about a guy finding out that his male best friend was in love with him - and the sound of their laughter was all another friend of theirs needed to know where they were hiding.
Maria's head suddenly popped into view. "Mind if I join you?" she asked cheerfully as she arranged herself on a branch near the other two.
Jose was still continuing the song. "Oh no! my bestfriend's gay! It's the same old friend I had yesterday. And he's happy... and gay...yeah...yeah..." he finished with a flourish.
"Next song!" prompted Maria since Nita was still convulsing with giggles.
"What song do you want?" asked Jose.
"Well...since I'm in a nostalgic mood today..." she said slowly and deliberately, looking at Jose intently.
"Oh no..." groaned Jose. "You want me to sing Kanlungan don't you?"
"Aw, c'mon! It's not like anybody else is going to hear you!" Maria insisted while Nita nodded furiously. "We won't tell anybody..."
"Fine, fine," grumbled Jose. "But if word of this comes out, I'd know who spread it..."
"Yes, yes, now play!"
He rolled his eyes. "Women," he muttered before strumming their favorite song's intro. "Pana-panahon ang pagkakataon. Maibabalik ba ang kahapon?"
The two girls - young women, really - were sniffing by the end of the song. Jose rolled his eyes again. "Women and their sentimentality..."
That earned him a bop on the head, courtesy of Nita. "Shut it, you," she told him. "You get to pick the next one."
Jose perked up. "Uso pa ba ang ha-"
"NITA!" Her mother's voice was distinctive. Nobody else could really hit that high a note - at least, nobody in their barangay.
"Well, gotta go, guys!" Nita exclaimed as she started to climb down. "Have to entertain the cousins..."
"See you 'round!" Maria and Jose yelled in unison behind the canopy of leaves.
"Go on," Maria prompted Jose, "continue the song."
Jose grinned. "Oo, ako ay si Mr. Suave! Woah, grabe! Habulin ng babae! Araw man o gabi! Ako nga si Mr. Suave! Woah, grabe! Hayop kung dumiskarte! Wala silang masabi! Hoy, hoy, hoy, hoy, hoy, hoy!"
"Hoy, hoy, hoy, hoy, hoy, hoy!" Maria laughingly responded as the sun's fiery rays started to sink beyond the horizon.
FIN.
Nyahahahahaha...