Novel & Cerita Anong English Ng Tao

I just looked at him then sat down again. "It's our first baby and yes I really love my wife, she's my everything" the man scratched his neck a little. "Sir, you understand Tagalog, right?" I nodded at him and he smiled. "Because sir, sometimes I don't understand why all the people in the Philippines who are the children of the rich speak English, we're in the Philippines after all" I laughed at what he said and I lost a little of my nervousness. "Im just used to it. Im born to be like this and I can't change that" he nodded.

Actually, a good old scrap was happening between some of the indigenous inhabitants and a band of Chittagonian sampan wallahs. . . . Cecil decided to learn any local languages whenever he was posted to a new place because it would be beneficial to his job. So, he learnt the Mon language and he also remembered a certain Talaing (Mon) language. He learnt it under the guidance of his Court Interpreter. He knew the phrase “to strike a match” in the Talaing which was “harak tik tuk”. . . . Soon after his arrival, Cecil was presented with a white country-born fox terrier, and the people used to call him kun klaw kabang “little dog that came by steamer” but it was not from England.

he asked, pouting while looking at me. "Yes? Why not?" "Your coolness will be gone," he said so I immediately laughed before shaking my head at him. The innocence in his eyes when he said. He looked at me in confusion because of my giggles. "And where did you get that word?" I asked laughingly. He sounds so cute whenever he is speaking Tagalog. "That's what Uncle Tony, my bodyguard, always says when he's talking with someone. Get rid of its coolness/tanggal angas?” I immediately pinched his cheek when he stammered while saying the word. I can't help but smile hearing his Tagalog words.

This is a confusing question. "Money. Here!" I said and took one hundred and twenty from my pocket. I showed it to him. "This thing you call money?" It's a raised eyebrow. "Yes, this is money. In Tagalog, we call this 'pera'. If you don't have this, you'll die of hunger." "P-era." He said money in Tagalog. "Wow! Cool! When I say 'money'." He spoke in English and was very happy when he said the money correctly.

Tumikhim ako at naka isip agad ng idadahilan. "Nasa Pilipinas ako, sa sarili ko pang bansa hindi ba kabastusan naman kung mag i english pa ako kahit na alam ko naman kung paano mag salita ng tagalog?" "Phew! Makabansa ka pala, hindi ako na inform." "Bakit?" "Wala naman, sasabihin ko lang sana sa'yong bukas mag papagawa ako ng tarpaulin na may nakalagay na suportahan ang sariling atin."

I said. "Sir, I don't understand ahm... speak English." He replied, D*mn it! nalimutan ko wala pala ako sa pinas, P*nyet*ng! (I forgot I'm not in the Philippines, mother f*cker!)

“It's unusual for you Xania kaya nakakapagtaka talaga. (It's unusual for you Xania so it's really a wonder.)” “Anong sinasabi mo diyang 'unusual'? Huwag mo nga akong englishin Axton. Ang hirap na nga sabihin pangalan mo, English-englishin mo pa ako. (What are you saying 'unusual'? Don't speak English to me Axton. It's already hard to say your name and now you’re speaking English to me.)”