I knew it from the start when I received the text and a phone call from this some random people in that council stating that I should talk in 100% pure malay in front of the whole crowd will turn out to be a disaster. And I was bloody right all along. It was a down ass straight to the disaster zone!
Friend 1 : “Aku kesiankan ko. BM berterabur.”
(Imagine someone you know said that to you. You are born as malay and people said that your mother tongue is terrible. a catastrophe. Ain’t that humiliating!?)
Friend 2 : “You were acting like you were somebody else”
Committee 1 : “Don’t be nervous. Just be yourself and cakap je”
(Well. Try to be in my shoes. Standing there in front of the crowd. Talking in malay while your brain is trying its best to translate from English – Malay in goddamn speed of snail. Yes.. Imagine that!!)
Committee 2 : “Why are you suddenly so static there? Say something!!”
I feel like I’ve disappointed so many people and myself. Especially the committee. I know they thought I’d be good and super talkative and entertaining. But I didn’t do it. I feel like a loser. BLAGH.
I think it’s for the best if I don’t do any emcee-ing in malay cause I don’t want ‘banana to fruit two times’. It’s super humiliating. At that moment, at that particular time itself I feel like I want to run away and just hide my whole body with a massive paper bag and sit in the corner in my room. =[
That’s how shitty I felt that time. Oh wow… I just realized I must have tonnes of bricks on my face that time to hide my embarrassment on the stage for an hour +.
KUDDOS PIPAH! You’ve managed to end your year in CFS with such ‘elegance’ and ‘grace’.
BLAGH.