Tuesday, December 25, 2007, 10:23 PM
When I went to North Thailand 3 years ago, the first english words from the kids were,
"I F**K YOU."
I was stunned. No, I was impressed. In fact, I was traumatized. They were asking me for the meaning. I laughed my ass off, and reverted them to my other friends. From there, they repeated the sentence and got a scolding.
Man, that was priceless.
Then, history repeated itself, but this time, with my father. One boy had a chat with him. He explained the history behind learning the native languages in the village. From what I heard, it all started with foul languages. Thus, the first english words my father heard from that boy was,
"I F**K YOU."
To think of it, teaching and giving them english names came to a waste. After 3 years, the legend lives on.
Perhaps this is the modern society. People start learning different languages through vulgarities and unpleasant words. To come to think of it, it's pretty amusing, and sometimes, unglamorous.
Merry Christmas, people. Thailand, with love, will always stick to my memory with three short words.