...english tea and english me.

kwazy was treated to a delicious english tea at carcosa seri negara today by mummy dearest. wow! my mouth still waters remembering the scone and fruitcake and ooh... yummy strawberry tartlet. heavenly...

i'm like wanting to go all english-sy but heck, i'm a typical malaysian berry who enjoys her "-lah"s and "-lor"s and "-mah"s. mum used to admonish me for all those un-natural way of speaking. key word is "used to" coz she gave up.

someone (actually, a few people) did remark that i'm the most 'english' person they know for a local. i'm like... huh? what do you mean? i've never even been to england. nor have i studied under any british education system. i was in a malay government school, ok.

seriously, i wonder why i give them that impression. i don't speak the queen's english (though i love to listen to people who do). the way i speak english still has a little chinese accent to it. i know many malaysians whose english is so much better than mines - verbally, grammatically and in writing. up till today, i still hesitate to give myself a 10/10 for english.

language aside... i don't look english. i don't dress english (personally i think the english doesn't have a good fashion sense). i don't fall into any english habits. i don't follow english customs. hey, christianity originate from middle east, not europe.

oh, but i love english tea.

so what is it in me that people like to label me as such?

maybe coz of the antithesis... coz i'm not chinese enough.

i'm a chinese. but i don't speak chinese well. in fact, i think i can honestly say my chinese language sucks, totally horrible. i, of course, can't read in chinese. i don't know much about chinese culture (interesting but confusing to me). i don't follow chinese customs religiously but i do enjoy some of them. my sister even calls me a banana, though, i prefer to be known as strawberry ;p.

oh, but i love chinese tea as well.

so let's leave it as that...