  eight nine five ahhh, propaganda time. i'm now watching mediacorpse's channel five listening to pm goh ramble in mandarin - which a bit more difficulty than malay; word after word executed with grace and sophistication that poise in the air of this household. you can usually tell. there is a slight, very subtle air about the way he speaks chinese: one with a very hidden sense of despise and exasperation and prayers not to screw up each word.
and yes, that isn't so much different at my side. which is why i am avoiding the perils of my native language. for ever. i almost effing feel the relief in his voice when he reverts to english, like he does now. and especially when you've got to memorise your speeches, too. in three languages. okay. i am off for supper. bye. 
