lost for words

now i know being a professional translator isn't easy.

i just translated 6 full pages of words from english to chinese for my godma in the morning. it could have saved me a whole lot of trouble if she could read more english. she can only read chinese and french (well a bit of english too). so yeah weird combi huh. after i'm done with translating the english passages from english to chinese, she's gotta translate it again into french for her work. i foresee that some things are bound to be lost in translation, oh well can't really help it. but no good deed goes unrewarded, she'll be treating me to dinner at meritus mandarin!


come to think of it i haven't utilised my mother tongue skills since... erm when i graduated form high school. man i feel so rusty i was almost ready to eat my own head after i was done. it was that agonizing. i feel utterly ashamed that i now suck so bad at my mother tongue.

and when i say mother tongue, i mean it. it's not some kinda shit deal where people in india claim that english is their mother tongue. it's not my fault that christopher columbus screwed them over by ditching them, which of course resulted in them getting Effed in the A by the british, hence i suppose the claim that english is their mother tongue is somewhat justified. you can probably guess where they call their mother land - where else but england. so you see, you can't get any more chinese than i am, i was born on the mother land for pete's sake.

on a more serious note, i'm feeling ambivalent towards everything that has gone on lately. too much has been said. time to just stfu and do it.


+listening to: stressfest by steve morse band