I am bangga-ing...

Because I attended Nilai Chinese Methodist Church yesterday, and I understood it!

Being a non-Chinese ed is rather good at times, and bad at others.

My Mandarin had never been fantastic, since...like forever.

Having both parents English ed, I went to a Chinese primary school rather awkwardly, with the precious little Mandarin I garnered from kindergarten. I earned the reputation then as the girl who could speak English well, but my Mandarin was a total different story. Haha.

Cows jumped over a very blue moon when I very surprisingly scored As for both my Mandarin papers. I am still quite shocked. Haha.

My shaky-command of Mandarin became even shakier went I went to SMKTM, a national school. I mean, there, I only spoke Mandarin to Rachel and Fui Chen. At home, never, unless my brother and I wanted to discuss something that should not be understood by my parents. *wicked laugh*

So, my state when I arrived at KTT was a bit the sad. I still remember the first day of class. My Chinese classmates ( all of which are Chinese ed) and I were at the small lorong, talking. In Mandarin. And the conversation went on so fast that I felt quite lost. Ok, very lost.

Since then, my Mandarin improved rapidly!!! Speaking Mandarin every day definitely helped, and though I still get called a banana by Lynthia, I persist in my stand.. that I am only semi-banana.

We have a barter system, my classmates and I, I teach them English, and they to me, Mandarin.

So when I went to Chinese church yesterday, I could actually understand it! Which is a great accomplishment!

And it was my first time in a Methodist Church also, I think. Found the 3-fold Amen and the doxology interesting.

Bzzzz...

Cheerio.