No entiendo Inglés, Yo no hablo de Malaca May 27, 2012

Now I remember why I always got confused and slightly annoyed whenever people asked me if I’m anything other than a Malaysian Chinese. It’s because I reckon they only think so because of the way I speak! O_O Yes, I have a problem with people understanding me… It’s gotten to a point that I speak very slowly at work, or when I meet someone new so that the point gets acros. All the times when foreigners think that I am speaking chinese when I am actually speaking English comes back to me in waves and leaves me even more tongue-tied than before. My only solace is in the knowledge that I write wayyyyy better than I speak, and even then, I feel that the standard has been dropping drastically through the years. My 15 year old self might even mock me for being an FOB if she reads my blog.

No need to ask about how well I can speak in various chinese dialects, I think I’ve talked more about it in the past.

And now… my husband says that I cannot speak Malay… AT ALL.

He keeps self-praising himself as being to speak Malay because he was brought up in a “kampong” (the kampong of Klang, lol!). I find this extra insulting because my closest friends growing up were all Malay. I am the one who can speak Malay really well! Not him!  I sound casual and at ease conversing in Malay! I am sure! My friends would’ve told me if if otherwise…

Saya boleh cakap dalam Bahasa Melayu! Sejak kecil lagi saya sudah boleh bercakap dalam bahasa ini! Saya ingat satu kali di darjah satu, kawan saya asyik mengacau saya untuk memberi balik gunting dia. Walaupun tidak tahu macam mana untuk bercakap Bahasa Melayu, saya mengulang, “Nanti” beberapa kali. Masa itu, saya masih belum belajar apa maksud itu “Nanti”. Kenapa saya bijak sangat dan tahu menggunakan perkataan yang paling sesuai untuk suasana itu? Ini semestinya apa yang dipanggil, “natural talent” ataupun “talent semulajadi”…

Saya paling suka bercakap Bahasa Melayu semasa berada di luar negara kerana boleh bercakap benda-benda tak baik tentang orang asing tanpa pengetahuan mereka! Tetapi tidak boleh keterlaluan, kerana ada juga orang putih yang boleh memahami bahasa ini! Kalau nak menggunakan fakta yang saya hanya dapat P6 dalam SPM untuk Bahasa Melayu untuk membuktikan bahawa saya sebenarnya sangat bodoh dalam bahasa ini — saya percaya bahawa saya dikenakan oleh orang yang markah pemeriksaan itu. Sebabnya, karangan yang saya tulis sangat kontrovasial dan berunsur-unsur politik. Hahaha!! (Adakah ini cara orang Melayu ketawa?…)

Anyway, if I can’t speak english, chinese or even Malay, how am I going to converse at all? Worrying.

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Molesting Elephants… Tsk! December 14, 2011

I know I haven’t been blogging in ages. Been madddddd busy. Seriously busy. Cos wanted to clear up stuff before I went on holiday. Was in Singapore for 4 days 3 nights, not looking forward to my credit card bill. On the upside, I’m probably a shoo-in to win the car after spending so much. ~*do not want to disclose more about secret credit card contest that I’m entering*~

Anyway, I don’t really have a lot of pictures because of the following reasons :

a. whenever I go to Singapore, I tend to go back to the same places. I shop at the same places, I eat at the same places… so there’s really not much variety. Even I can’t inspire myself to blog with pictures like that.

b. my boyfriend takes me to places like Mos Burger… not that I’m complaining about that, but he seriously is the type of person who can eat Mos Burger / McDonalds for every meal and feel satisfied. Are women and men created with even different tongues, different tastebuds? I think I would be jelak eating the same thing EVERYTIME. Especially since I always choose the Yakiniku burger at Mos Burger without fail… Anyway, Tron says that I cannot blame him for developing such traits because he is a “bachelor boy”. -__-”

c. even when I met Ben, we were busy talking like at 100kph because we wanted to fill in on as much details as possible in as little time as possible. Where got even time to camwhore together!

d. how to possibly take a lot of sweeet sweeeeeet photos together when your boyfriend takes photos like these :

I was seriously dumbfounded when I saw this picture… I was like… WHAT did you think you were supposed to capture?!!? It could be ANYTHING’S BACKSIDE that I have my hands on! It is soooo weird. This is the laziest photographer on earth (his excuse was that he wanted to quickly get it over with as it was VERY HOT).. didn’t bother on framing and thinking about what the subject matter at hand is! Granted, it’s a cheese-tastic pose, but did I really deserve such a fate? To be immortalised in such a manner?

It was only when Tron saw the beginnings of a bitchfit on Orchard Road that he quickly helped me snap the following photo. But the moment was gone. My expression is no longer of someone attempting to push an elephant, but of someone who is laughing (because if she doesn’t laugh, she will cry with frustration) while randomly feeling up an elephant.

Public Transportation September 14, 2011

About 6 years since I last took public transportation… just had to take public transportation yesterday to get to KL for training, and it was… hellish! And it was just my luck that today was also the day that the Putra LRT had SERVICE DISRUPTION… but, I’m also very thankful that though there was service disruption, I was apparently one of the lucky batch that managed to reach her destination before they stopped all trains from that Kelana Jaya – Gombak route. Lucky!

I drove my car to the Asia Jaya train station… parked… and when the LRT arrived, I was just so so so amazed at how packed it was. I kind of remembered that KTM was hellishly packed, but the LRT & KL monorail are ok because it comes by more frequently, so people are usually not so crazy about packing in like sardines as they know the next train would come along in a minute or so. But since there was a service disruption… it was packed like sardines as trains were already starting to come by at a slower rate, and the stop at each station was insanely long. Gah! Like I said, I don’t know if this was due to service disruption or if it’s just that things have changed a LOT since 6 years ago.

Finally reached KL Central, and had 40 minutes buffer to get to the office. KL Monorail next … should be easy. I remembered that to get to the KL monorail, I had to walk OUTSIDE the KL Central station, but when I did, I saw no monorail station. WTF? I was so confused. Then I saw a sign saying “KL Monorail – up ahead 400m”. I was like… that can’t be right. I don’t remember walking that far last time. I was so confused that I walked up and down for a bit before I said, whatever, I’ll go to the Tun Sambathan station even if it’s 400m away. Gahhh… where is the KL Central KL Monorail station!?! And of course, since the Tun Sambathan station is the SECOND station away from the 1st stop, it was packed to the brim by the time it arrived at my station. The first time the train came, it looked so painfully stuffed that no one dared to go in. By the time the second train arrived, everyone was in the “F*CK it, I’m late for work, Imma jam myself in even though I break some bones” mode. I didn’t even have to push myself in. The people standing behind me ensured that I was swept into the train during the stampede. -____-

What I’m amazed at is that about 5 of us managed to squeeze into that train… and then when we arrived at a popular stop (Hang Tuah, I think), ONE person alighted… and then we were so packed already that when ONE person alighted, 6 people got in! I was like WTF! There was this huge Indian guy standing next to me, and at first he darn didn’t want to let anyone in, so he put his massive hairy arms up, but even he got shoved by the 6____[insert race]_____ coming in. And they are damn relentless. They have nothing to be molested (or that they feel is too precious to be molested), so they just used their bodies to press against people until others end up folded in weird shapes. I almost fell down and went “OW OW OW” but nobody gave a damn. Not that I expect anyone to. And one guy so stupid.. wanna stuff himself in also didn’t realise half his body still outside. So when the train door closed, he practically jumped + shoved himself in as the train door hit him. Lol!

Anyway, I wound up late to work (by 10 minutes) after all the dramamama, and my shoe strap broke. -______- Been thinking of buying a “spare” pair of shoes, looks like I have to buy new pair altogether. Sigh… I limped all the way to work… but thankfully it was a workshop, so most of us just have to rest comfortably on our asses.