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September 2009 
Lafafa
Praveer
One of my favorite words: Lafafa.
Lafafah! (Ah! I see!)
Laaaa-fffaffffaaahhh! (Sneezy)
Ooo - lafafa (sort of French)
La fafah... (Thoughtful French)
luah-fah-fah (Wonderment)
lafafalafafalafafalafafalafafalafafalafafa (Hold hands to ears and repeat)
"You beast! You animal....you..you...le-fafah!"
“Lafafa. Lafafa! (Like Marlon Brando, mumbling, “The horror. The horror,” in Apocaplypse Now.)
"This business plan is good at examining the opportunities – it strikes the right lafafa and provides a direction forward for us, the dedicated members of our team., and our valued stakeholders, the investors in this project."
"Oh…put Fifi in the lafafa willyou, Darling?"
“The Town Hall? Go straight for 100 meters, then turn left into first alley. You can’t miss it – it’s right next to the lafafa – can’t miss it”
"My rose, my toitle dove, my little lafafa."
Lafafa is actually a Hindustani word for 'envelope', mostly large brown ones; however, it shouldn't be, because it just sounds like it could be so many more things, and feels so good when I say it.
I like 'toitle', too. Why say 'turtle' when you its so easy to say 'toitle'?
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One of my favorite phrases: Kut bong sigli bong sigli gabinder de basillah. Kut sigli til-lah bong dey bong dey.
One way to say this aloud is:
Kut (Emphasize 'KUT' - like an explosion and leave a beat)
(then, each word rapidly enunciated, with a force to blast through the listeners skull) bong sigli bong sigli ... (rapidly, up tempo) Gabinder de basillah!
(Draw in breath sharply, toss head high and say the next part rapidly, narrowing your eyes): Kut sigli til-lah bong dey bong dey. (Repeat till your victim succumbs. Take off shoe and bang it on table, chair, lamp post - whatever, while saying 'bong de bong dey')
(Especially good when you're at a fine dining restaurant and the waiter brings the food/cheese/presents wine/bill. For best effect, slowly draw yourself to full height.)
Nope, it isn't Hindustani, Tibetan, Ollongo, or Malay. Just something a friend of mine made up, and showed me how to do when we were teens. I've used it ever since in many situations with bewitching effects.
Since it doesn't mean anything, you can play with it and use it in any situation you like - it's an absolutely versatile phrase. Maybe it’s something a Klingon could say in a romantic situation?
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enjoyed reading this blog :) thank you, Praveer
Lafafensie. German … ;-)
Aaching galala!
That does not mean anything either.
I love yours.
Thanks for dropping in, Hummingbird and I'm glad you liked it.
Albert, that remark of yours could be misconstrued, and call for a bit of word salad (without the dressing, of course) - I think just the Gabinder de Basillah should do.
Samme! Gesundheit!
Terrigli calla de nataquicha e quechando endet.
Tak laachrimostan t'esandro.
D'andro o nastimo.
Grati.
sorry, my cats must have typed that.
Beni contadamos d'estos
omg, aren't klingons just sooooo sexy?
Cats and Klingons could take over the world - notice how easily your cat 'spressed herself? “Terrigli calla de nataquicha e quechando endet.” Ach, bongsigli! They will be the dominant species - make no mistake. As for us humans, cats will tidily pack us away into little lafaffas and we'll be lugged off by Klingons to remote caves, to hibernate for while..
great post, praveer. Been away from the internet awhile, this was a fun find.
I couldn't help thinking about this (and had to take three ounces of various medicinal herbs to get that crazy kut bong sigli bong silgli out of my head, i am sending you the acupuncturist bill thank you very much) but I got stuck on this one scenario and I just couldn't get away from it.
So, this really shy guy goes in to see his doctor to get a scrip for viagra, only the doc's out of town and the substitute is a lady doctor who looks like she just got kicked out of the nunnery for being too much of a goody two-shoes, you know? So he looks at her, looks down then quickly back up at her, shrugs and says “lafafa”.
I'm going to start using lafafa for everything possible.
And the next time I have to go to a corporate meeting for my job I'm definitely going to work in the shoe-banging bong de bong dey.
Gotta go now. I plugged in the lafafa and it's fully charged now. I've got just enough time to enjoy it before I have to go to my first client.
sweet serendipity… turned on my car this morning and the radio was playing lafafa!
was it the salsa version?
yeah, Little Eddie and the Edified Lafafas…, you know that one?
Just two things, Donny, though there are many remark-able points in your comments. First, I know that it can be a wringing experience to have “bong sigli, bong sigli” going through your head. I would have told you that two drops of nasturtium juice, freshly squeezed at 4.30 am on a full moon night will remove the echoes. It was a full moon on the 18th. Now, I'm afraid it's too late. However, since you didn't ask, and chose to go to an expensive quack what can I say, except, “Okay, bill me. Anything for a friend.” Would you be kind enough to send it in a plain paper lafafa? The finest kind is available here. You can even get corrugated lafafas from Batra. That way, my creditors and assorted bounty hunters will not know that I am considered by some to be even remotely capable of paying bills.
The other thing is something I cannot tell you, because I promised Albert I wouldn't, so don't follow this link and look at the secret message about Albert standing on top of your roof and yelling “bong sigli, bong sigli.” He's been on my roof too. Except, I wish he'd waste my upstairs neighbour who is a bat of the first order, while he's at it.
But Praveer, your upstairs neighbor feeds me curried oxtail soup when I visit. I'd miss that.
Albert, it is my sad duty to inform you that that someone dialled the emergency number for the religious police - 666 - and my upstairs neighbour has been hauled away to do 40,000 hours of revision of the sacred texts in which it is written that all bovines, including cows, ox, bulls, buffalo, &c, are sacred and meant to be treated with the utmost respect. The R Cops were wondering at the surfeit of tail-less ox running around loose the city. Now they know, Albert.
Oh no, and it's all my fault. It was purely occidental … ;-)
i love the exchanges here. : )
bong shigi bong
Heh - I love it that everyone's had a good time. :-)