Confession... I've been so caught up with trying to acquire an immaculate second language that it had probably overtaken my first... leaving me clueless as to how I've managed to lose words of my mother-tongue that should've come second nature to me.. now its like rediscovering my own heritage... on that note.. read on and be a witness to my realisation of how astray I've gone in prioritising another mans language.. a "slap-in-the-face" tale that knocked back some sense in to me.
True story... suatu hari yang panas.. abis dah musim hujan.. I had just finished lunch and was paying my parking ticket at the airport... the booth rarely had both counter open but on this day lo and behold it was.. shocker.. for me atleast.. ahah ok ok back to my story.. at the time I was paying, a caucasian man was paying his and so happens we were handed our ticket concurrently and of course the automatic response would be to thank them for their service...
To have the full effect of what I had felt.. you have to immagine it as if you were experiencing it for yourself... the scenario.. both of us spoke at the same time:
Caucasian man : "Tarema kaseih" (in a very disticnt english accent)
Me : "Thank you" (in my usual immitation of an english accent)
in my mind... &*^%!*#$?!! *speechless*
the guy had a knowing smile on his face..
*blush*
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