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May 06, 2005
Sing me something soft, sad and delicate...
Psychedelicious has observations of Indonesian kids and other thoughts on the simple life...
Maybe it was the way Teochew rolled off their tongues like it was the most natural thing in the world. My mother was greatly amused, watching these children - four, six and seven, probably - speak to one another in the dialect that I've yet to master in my twenty years of being in a Teochew household. "Wah Ma Si Eh Hiaow Tahn," I attempted haltingly. Embarrassingly chopped-up, but it was an attempt.
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