Of MILs, cantonese and Joann. Lawl.

Long time since i updated. A lot a lot a lot of cool things have happened, and i've had it in my mind to blog about it but now tat i've finally taken the initiative to, i've forgotten. Doh.

ok, well, this was freaky and yet mad funny at the same time.

See, last week, Jason sent me a msg asking for my help. Obviously i was flattered cos he's SO not the needy type. So with gusto and without knowing what he needed my help for, i said YES. And turns out that he needed me to pick up my MIL.
My reply straight away was "Are you freaking kidding me??" See, she has no idea who i am, let alone who i AM, know wat i mean? I have never really even met her for real and now i have to pick her up, spend time in the car alone together and create a good first impression for myself, by myself? Wahliaoeh!

......and in case you sesat-ed, MIL is mother in law. YA. FRIGHTENING OK. (yes la, referring to his mother, not actually my mother-in-law, we just say that to humor me.)

Worse still, i had to speak in cantonese. Fulamak. Can die. Just curl up and strangle myself. I was dead scared k! And i wasn't all that enthusiastic but i already said yes, and i knew he needed my help so i did it!

Jeng jeng jeng!!!

How did it go? Well, i was supposed to pick her frm the LRT station so i got there early, cleaned out my car a little and thought furiously on what i should say (esp in CANTO, omg). I was extremely NERVOUS. You have NO IDEA. I was terrified that i wouldn't recognized her, or i'd be tongue tied and sound stupid, or things would be silently awkward in the car....the possibilities of how terribly things could go wrong were endless!

So.....the train pulled in and the passengers milled out. My heart was threatening to bungee out of my mouth and i drove out in front of a nice lady (i wasn't sure but was hoping hard it WAS his mom and not some random lady, cos i cant rmb how she looks like!!) and thank god, she opened the door stepped in and things weren't too bad.

I kinda started talking in my head to pilot my own actions, screaming out warnings to my limbs more like. Then also to translate my replies into cantonese, construct sentences and mouth them properly. My hands were tingly and shaky from adrenaline. YES, THATS how scared i was!

Then through this 'self walk through' process i suddenly realised that seatbelt in cantonese was a really tricky word. And if i didn't say it properly, it could go REALLY WRONG. And definitely kill my precious 'first impression'.

See, seatbelt is 'onn qun dai'.
And if i mispronounce it just a teeny bit to 'onn qun doi'........
My sentence would change from:

'Aunty, please put on your seatbelt'

to

'Aunty, please put on a condom'.

CANTONESE is such a tricky language.

...and if you were hoping i said condom instead of seatbelt, i DIDN'T. I decided to not to take the risk at all and if she didn't want to put on the seatbelt, tat was fine by me. But she did la, and i was relieved in such a big wayyy!!!

Anyhow, i think i didn't do too bad. Granted, i didn't create a sparkling, shining, memorable image of myself. But i didn't ask her to put on a condom either, or say anything embarrassing so i'd say im just GLAD. We talked about traffic jams, where i lived, her work, small talk la basically. It was alright....she seems like a really nice lady. If she talked a lot more and a lot more loudly she would remind me of my grandma.

So yeah. That was what happened. You can say that it wasn't a big deal cos she didn't and still doesn't know i'm dating her son. But it was a huge deal for me, and i think i did alright there. So...yeah. :)

Hee. *pats myself on the back*