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Saturday, February 11, 2012

Eh.. It feels so weird now,
because my roommate's reading my blog right beside me.

-awkward-
[
It's time to pull out the now-cliche]
[
'That Awkward Moment When" - A tribute to Ryan Higa]

It's been a week, eh?
The schedules are more or less the same,
but this week's been pretty relaxing.

The highlight of this week tho', is:
Rosemir
[Roses are meant to be red, sim?]
[
pronounced Ho-say-meer, or something like that]

He is the Brazilian dude who's the last edition to my team,
and he's been quite fun to talk to.
[
He flew in just yesterday]

I say fun, because all I'm saying,
is really,"perdão?" [
pardon]
or "repetir, por favor?" [
repeat, please]
and in the end, no matter how many times I say it,
I still can't get what he's saying,
because it's all in portuguese. :|

But I'm getting better at speaking the language, thank God.
Which brings me to the next point.

I don't know if you guys have any difficulty learning two languages at the same time,
but I do.
That's why I remember writing that I'm not bilingual,
and being extremely jealous of my counterparts.
[
Some of them are even trilingual! The nerve.]

But recently,
I discovered that I now have four languages.

I don't profess to be scholars in any of them,
and in fact, I'm a babe at three.
[
Or, in less nice terms, a nub]

But it does affect the way I think.
It's like a mental war in my mind every day.

For example: [True story]

2 months ago...

*truck rushing towards kid*

me: BE CAREFUL!

now..

*impending danger*

me: .........
because what I'm thinking is actually,
[in order]

"危ない!"
"Tsk, it's Jap, wait, this is English, what? WAIT, DANGER!"

But by that time, the danger's either passed/hit someone already,
so I end up not saying anything.

Another example: [True story]

*kid falls down*
*runs to the kid*

me: ............

because what I'm thinking is,

"大丈夫ですか?"
"Wait, the kid can't speak Jap. Crap. Eh.. Let's try again."
"Ah..... What do I say now..."
[I'm aiming for "Are you okay?"]
[Sounds easy? Heh. Stupidity acts in wonderful ways.]
"你还好吧?"

"CRAP, kid doesn't speak Chinese either."
"WHAT IS IT IN ENGLISH. WHAT IS IT"

And by that time, the mum's already run over,
and she's staring at me with eyes that say

"Get away from my child, you paedo"
[Okay, okay. So I exaggerated a lil bit.]
[Mummy was further away and much nicer.]

[But still. Y'know it would happen some day.]

Yeah thanks, mum.
I only wanted to help.


But it's understandable,
because I'm just standing there,
gaping at the kid.

I kid you not,
[pun intended]
it's like my brain's only got two settings.
[Fabric and cotton settings, lol!]
[Oh yeah, not even light or heavyweight]

English - Other language

And then it randomly pops up some language,
and blocks out other languages
[unless I think really hard]
[There's usually a 10% chance of succeeding]
and I just stand there wanting to say something, but I don't.

Because I honestly don't know what to say.


Add portuguese into the equation,
and all you get is really confused people
after interacting with me.

And so,
to sum up this entire post,
[I intended to write longer]
[But blame my roommate]
[We were reliving my memories in Cotswolds, London]
[WOOHOO, ENGLAND]

[I just had to do it.]

[Disclaimer in advance: Not stereotyping Germans. If you game, you'll know what I mean, lol!]
what I'm trying to say is,
in actuality...


I'm a nub.


Or maybe I'm more of a nubcake.

Heck. Let's just go German female gamers trying to be cute when they aren't.


I'm a nubcaek.


Goodnight.


Signing off @ 7:12 AM


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