My English
My English lies over the ocean
My English lies over the sea
My English lies over the ocean
Oh bring back my English to me
Bring back, bring back
Bring back my English to me, to me
Guah kerja seruangan dengan seorang bule asal Amrik.. Dia ga bisa bahasa Indonesia, apalagi bahasa Manado.. Dan, yang jadi masalah adalah ketika guah harus bicara ama dia.. I must speak English.. And you know, my English is not sooooo good.. Betawi speaking is blepotan (kalo kata orang Betawi itu blepotan)..
Suatu hari, siang itu di perusahaan guah lagi menyediakan makan siang.. Menunya pecel.. Si bule pun bertanya ama guah..
“Roy, what do we have for lunch today?”
“Hm. Pe-pecel, Sir.”
“Pecel? What is pecel ?”
“Hm.. You know, mix vegetables…”
“Ah. Do you mean salad ?” potong si bule..
“Salat? For Isya or Ashar?” Guah ngaco..
“Heh?”
“Hm.. Ya, it’s looked like salad. But it has, hm, peanut sauce as its topping.”
“Sounds yummy.”
“Ye-yeah. I think soooo.”
Lain lagi dengan hari ini.. Salah satu rekan kantor guah ga masuk karena sakit.. Lagi-lagi si bule nanya ke guah..
“Roy, where is Ellen?”
“She sick, Sir. Hm. Bloody fever.”
“BLOODY FEVER?”
Panik, guah buru-buru buka google..
“No. Itu, Sir,” Englishnya pun tembel-tembelan, “Dengue fever.”
Hell yeah.. Bloddy Fever! Stupid me..
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May 21, 2008 at 2:37 pm
bloody fever..
hmm.. sound interesting :p
May 21, 2008 at 3:58 pm
ahhahaa….gapapa koq roy,kan semakin mencerminkan nasionalisme lo
)
May 21, 2008 at 6:18 pm
Bloody fever, Mas Roy?
yang saya tau bloody hell.
May 21, 2008 at 7:21 pm
Sabath bloody sabath nih keknya.
Cuy bulenya cakep gak? Eh tq yah buat mamayokeronya
Okeh
May 22, 2008 at 9:04 am
hehehehe enakkan ‘bloody fever’ nyebutinnya
kalo ‘dengue fever’..susah.
May 22, 2008 at 3:51 pm
Hehehe.. cah gendeng, tapi kalo boleh pilih, ga usah deh ngewajibin bahasa inggris, mending bahasa arab. Secara, kalo ntar mati, di alam kubur mah kaga ditanya “Who’s your god?” melainkan “La Robbuka?” Siapa Tuhanmu?! Bettuuulll???!!!
May 26, 2008 at 2:49 pm
kasian tuh bule…. seruangan ama km! mendingan dia seruangan ama pecel! hahaha emangnya dia pohon toge!
May 27, 2008 at 7:37 am
hahahahah..
ada2 aja..
May 29, 2008 at 2:50 pm
hahaha….”my body is not delicious today, because i’am batuk-batuk….”
wekekekekeke…..
May 30, 2008 at 5:09 pm
ergh..
‘bloody hell…’
kayak british.. hiihih
May 31, 2008 at 9:46 am
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June 1, 2008 at 1:19 pm
haha… baca blog lo ini, gw jadi inget kjadian barusan di ruang makan kost gw…
salah seorang temen kost gw yang org Indonesia tulen lagi ngobrol di meja makan sama salah seorang temen kost gw yang orang Australia tulen ketika gw baru aja dateng ngambil laundry-an…
si Indonesia baru saja selesai mengangkat telepon…
“Who’s call?” tanya si Australi.
“Dad…” (red: ayah) jawab si Indonesia.
“What??? Dead? Who’s dead…” si Australi tercengang.
(si Australi mendengar ‘dad’ = ‘dead’ yg artinya mati)
“Yeah, as usual… Dad ask me about my activity today…” jawab si Indonesia dengan santai.
Si Australi semakin tercengang…
Yah, miskomunikasi… Harusnya kan temen gw yang Indonesia ngomong ‘father’ bukan ‘dad’… It’s more better, i think…