Passing Days

Isn't it always weird how we say "Where did the time go?" Its like everyone gets this sudden amnesia and cant remember what we did in the last year or the last decade or something.

I definitely know where the last 2 years went for Baby Mickeyface..from learning to focus his small eyes to turning on his tummy. From crawling to running and (very soon) jumping..From eating yucky goobers to yummy chicken rice and 'Kolat'. From forming ghuhryweer (doesnt baby language sound a lil like zombie?) to screaming pua! and Menya! From playing with rattles to playing home-made Wipeout.

Every weekend in the last 2 years have been the happiest and most tiring days for me and Diplodocus. But nothing could make it more worthwhile than hearing Baby Mickeyface calling us his aunts, hearing his laughter and the pitter patter of his little feet around the house. Wish I could say the same thing about cleaning his diapers though..urgh.

So maybe he wont like balls and ballons forever.Maybe he will start drawing on walls and breaking glasses and stuff. But heck, we wouldnt trade in that time for anything in the world.

So heres a big cheers to my beloved nephew who is growing up as fast as a ferrari. And who can run just as fast too..*pant*pant*

Where did the time go.....sigh........

The Little Chinapiece

There was once a colourful little porcelain piece of China. She travelled from the cold country down to the valley in hope of a better life. Sadly Little Chinapiece was fooled by fate, hurt by the bitter cold, blistered by people who could not care less.

Little Chinapiece went from home to home. Each home worse than the one before it.And each time she left that home, Little Chinapiece would grow one more crack on her colourful porcelain.

One day, a Young Master came about. He saw Little Chinapiece sitting quietly at the side of a bustling shop. Young Master decided to buy Little Chinapiece and take her home. He gently carried Little Chinapiece to a new shelf in his home. Everyday Young Master would tell Little Chinapiece how much he liked her on his shelf and would lovingly glue back Little Chinapiece cracked edges. Little Chinapiece was happy. Young Master had said she could stay and she thought finally she had found her home.

Alas, one weekend, Young Master's mother came to his home.She glanced at Little Chinapiece on the mantelpiece an told her son that Little Chinapiece did not belong in his home. She had not suited the other furniture in his home. Young Master tried to reason with his mother, told her he liked Little Chinapiece on his shelf/ But Mother said no.

Having no further choice, Young Master sadly picked up Little Chinapiece and threw her out his window.

Down down down Little Chinapiece went. Hard road and rocks splintered her to a thousand pieces.

Never to be fixed again.

Enunciation? Whats up ya'll??

Sometimes, just sitting at a spot and watching people can be interesting. When I had a stopover in Frankfurt..(wow was that really a year ago??) I noticed that the people just sat the sidewalk cafes..and just sat watching people. I later on went to read that it is a favourite pastime of fellow Europeans. Im pretty sure most of their resumes have People Watching listed as a Hobby.

If we sat people watching in KL, I think the one thing you're bound to notice is the many accents and lingo we have.

I read this interesting article a couple of weeks ago. It was about how all it takes is for a Malaysian is to be in London for 20 days and they come back all British..from nasi lemak and teh tarik, to tea and scones, ma'am? I am not saying that only we Malaysians do it, a small check online confirmed that even Americans tend to change their accents , 'jus because i like it.'

I don't deny that maybe..just maybe..travelling to foreign county, one might just pick up the patter of the locals. But what strikes me as extraordinary are those people who have never been to a foreign land and yet speak perfect "Queens English" and become number 1 fans of Mary Poppins. Of course there are those of us who are trained to do it at call centers. And then theres those of us who pick up by just speaking (over the phone) to someone from, say, the You-Kay. Maybe it comes from hours in front of youtube. No, I am not joking here, seriously! You can actually train yourself to speak like Harry Potter.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iAqdYMcjMNQ

Then theres some of us who make up their own accent. It takes out the whole meaning in a simple sentence like 'what is that creature?'to 'Wot ees that CrE-ay-chr?'. Yeah, well, you can figure it out.

Manglish is alright too. Though I cant imagine an Australian speaking it.
Interviewer: What do you think of new movie Hugh? Will it fare well in the box office ?
Hugh Jackman: Ok ok la...i think can la make some money..

Don't sound right, innit?

But seriously I think its cool the way we Malaysians have mixed and mangled every accent we hear and made it into something that only we understand. Its unique and thats what gives people a sense of belonging to one another, especially with the multitudes of languages we have.

Ich liebe Würstchen...Enjoy!