i think non-spaniards speaking spanish is just plain weird…
in fact, i’ll go to the extent to declare that non-spaniards who love to speak spanish ARE weird….
- ah leong’s blog
ah, what can i say, it’s equivalent to saying non-dancers trying to dance are just plain weird and non-french who love to speak french ARE weird. so in essence, ah leong has just successfully insulted (only if you think ‘weird’ is an insult) anyone who is trying to pick up something new.
you only feel we are weird just because you don’t fit in. HOW ABOUT THAT? and what’s with me doing parallel parking and spanish huh? better treat me nice or i’ll pimp you off to the tourists along grand vía for 5 euros! or maybe i’ll pay the prostitutes to take you off my hands.
it takes a lot of guts to mumble, stumble, hem and haw through a new language. just ask M. i’m so glad he’s got over that hurdle. though i think he needs to cut back on experimenting with new fashion trends - like grunge. yes i know how horrid we sound, struggling to speak a sentence in perfect spanish, taking into account the conjugations (you pple who only speak English haven’t yet experienced the horrors of conjugation), verbs, articles and all those reflexives that get your knickers in a twist. and how we squint and squeeze out eyes tightly shut just to get a short question out… or how there are such long pauses that by the time the sentence is completed, no one remembers the start. heh.
i think one of the wonders of a hobby is how it brings people so varied and different together at the same table. it’s like how it brings a IT-perfectionist-language ‘freak’, die-hard surfer and traveller, NS man, medical student, a rafflesian who behaves like how he is supposed to, STB personnel and even people with questionable sexual orientations together.
i am very impressed by future travel mate MX, whose spanish, though self-taught, fraught with inaccuracies and simply still very lacking, is very brave in speaking out. this is one of the best ways to learn a different language, especially if you’re going to need it during travels. even i wasn’t as courageous as he was when i first started off.
heavens, i heard that only barcelona speaks some decent english. as for the rest, we’re on our own. a definite call for some major revision. better haul my assessments out to do again. i should make maximal use of this trip to improve my spanish. and i will strive to be as thick-skinned as possible so that i can benefit from the experience.
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on a different note, i realised that i’ve changed quite a bit this one year… in the past, guys to me were classified as a motley crew of simply guys (ie. people who usually have short hair, bad complexion, deeper voices and more facial hair), a better classification would be: fat, short, thin, tall, super muscular and girlish.
now, guys come classified as:
puny, scrawny, sporty, lanky&thin, fat, bald, hunky, bulky, too muscular or rolling fats.
with such add-ons as:
goatee, moustache, stud (left/right, it matters), tanned/fair and so on… eyebrow stud, watever…
and clothes matter too:
like… super slack (i dun like guys who dun dress well), smart casual, old fogey, too-tights (gross),
So i’ve divided the guys i know into:
- kids
- eyesore
- pimply
- interesting (in a weird way) like can see but dun-come-near-me type
- eyecandy (can see but dun want to get to know them type)
- mildly hunky but still bookish look (i like! i like!)
- sporty not necessarily hunky
- overly hunky (scary!)
- foreign-looking
- exotic (waaa those come so rarely)
- articifial (been under the knife type, or O.D. on botox)
basically speaking, life is much more interesting when one gets to ogle at other pple. hahaha…
