:: Dalma Dalma - michel legris

M le prof decided tt in order to force us to shout in french, we had to have our tute at the tav. as if i'm not sleepy enough in a normal lecture rm, they had to give me a glass of chardonnay, after which i turned hot and pink. at least for once tristan didn't say reveille-toi cos i'd already warned him i might fall asleep. i'm glad i stuck round after tute to chat with my classmates. now they actually know that our native language is not *singaporeanese (but i've been asked so many times if i speak *singaporeanese tt it isn't even tt funny anymore). but then again, most singaporeans mistakenly think our national language is english (it's Malay by the way) so i shouldn't start on how ignorant some aussies can get.

anyways, a few mins into our conversation, this girl melanie, whom i found out is frm yorkshire, asks me where i'm frm and looks confused when i say i'm from singapore. Oh.. i thought you sounded a bit scottish. HAHAHAHA. tt's one response i've never heard. i take out the lahs and lors and ahs, raise my tone a notch and change my alveolar stops to taps and suddenly i'm scottish? haha. amusing.

and then just now karin told me one of the MUAs (apparently standard fashion acronym for make-up artist) asked her if she was frm the west indies. haha wat is going on, man? time for more indepth linguistic analysis, je crois.


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(allez, amelia! tu es capable! 100 mots encore!)