Credit where it is due

My previous post should be credited to http://bustamann.blogspot.com. I am rather glad that it was graciously pointed out to me because 1) I am now able to waste yet more precious thesis time checking yet another blog and 2) I had wondered upon receiving the post by via email who takes time writing all this. You know, like those powerpoint presentations on Britney Spears' breast size, and excel worksheets allowing you to determine partner compatibility based on Hindu astrology. We just read them, try them out, and click on the forward button. But there is a little elf somewhere out there actually preparing the presentation (with effects and all) and coming up with the formulas for the worksheet.

I found the post hilarious because it so reminded me of the Golden Girls at home, aka Mum, Aunts and respective best friends. It especially reminded me of a dinner hosted by my Mum for a Flemish boy I brought home. Regardless of the fact that she was not too happy that I could not even attract one nice Malay boy out of millions, she still hosted an impromptu dinner for close family (60). So there they were talking to this boy, or should I say talking around him. My aunt would ask me "Sofi, what does he do?" as I sat next to him. He spoke prefect English so he answered. Then she asked me "So where is he from?" This went on while Flemmie sat very confused answering every question I was asked. The men sat around the women's circle as they knew when to back away. Every answer was met with a discussion by the Golden Girls in the Terengganu dialect. Flemmie proudly announced that he had bought a Learn Malay CD so he could learn how to communicate with everyone. My Dad coolly told him "Unless they have a section on Trengganu dialect, you might as well throw away that CD. After nearly 40 years of marriage we still don't understand them most of the time."