The first words I learnt......
Easy.....
Etched in my mind forever and ever......
Walay kwarta
The first words I learnt......
Easy.....
Etched in my mind forever and ever......
Walay kwarta
I will be honest,within 10 minutes of getting into a taxi as an innocent impressionable child at NAIA I began my education The driver told me to say "Hi,nice to meet you" to a lady I had to say "Dali na sa katre e**t na ta" or if she was especially nice "Your very pretty" was "Ayoko sa iyo,maluwang ang **** mo" Neither sentence actually translates as he told me they did,but the first has proven the more useful of the two If you find either offensive blame a Manila(he was actually from the visayas)Taxi driver with a wicked sense of humour shame on him for ruining me..............
Sometimes you're flush and sometimes you're bust, and when you're up, it's never as good as it seems, and when you're down, you never think you'll be up again. But life goes on.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It's the passion that she shows to the outside world.
"No money" In visayan walang pera,pobre ako,luoy sa aking
Sometimes you're flush and sometimes you're bust, and when you're up, it's never as good as it seems, and when you're down, you never think you'll be up again. But life goes on.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It's the passion that she shows to the outside world.
Aaahhhh.. Figured it out now thanks to the ever trusty wikitravel...
She is visayan Northerner,she will appreciate wala ko kwarta more than wala akong pera,trust your old uncle Tawi
Sometimes you're flush and sometimes you're bust, and when you're up, it's never as good as it seems, and when you're down, you never think you'll be up again. But life goes on.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It's the passion that she shows to the outside world.
Sometimes you're flush and sometimes you're bust, and when you're up, it's never as good as it seems, and when you're down, you never think you'll be up again. But life goes on.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It's the passion that she shows to the outside world.
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