Then Come The Stories of Her Language, Sweetheart.

There are obvious reasons why I choose not to have my creative writings in my own language—which is Malay, of course because it is apparent that I do not speak Russian or Japanese in all the logical ways—and I do intend to say it out loud that I do not intend to write in English because I am such a show-off brat who does not know how to converse in my own language.

No bitch, you need to listen to me carefully and just listen to me well. I do speak fluent Malay—and along the way after I graduate high school I may lose some of the creative writing essence for the beautiful Malay language—but that does not mean I have no longer appreciate the beauty of my own language. No, I love Malay language so very much that it hurts my brain, and no, no sarcastic point taken here.

Why I write in English is that I am able to say certain things that only makes sense in English rather than in Malay better. I could not simply curse someone—or more than just one person—in Malay because it will be directly rude and just utterly pointless. But I could curse anyone in English and still somehow sounds so indirect, and it seems my sarcastic point makes it better for me to be cynical in English rather than in Malay.

I have my Malay creative writing roots way back when I am still in elementary school—and yes, you could ask my parents about all those stories I write in Malay—and at certain times I do wish to write back in Malay language. Apparently it is easier to write in my own language than in English—considering that my grammar sucks that my late-grandmother would definitely kills me if she ever reads my lousy English—but I love the way I am able to play with words in English.

I am not that arrogant bitch who does not know my own roots. I know Malay; I still do speak Malay ninety-five percent in my daily life. I am not saying that I like other language more. I speak all sorts of gibberish Korean and Japanese but that do not take away the beauty of Malay out from my life.

Yet I have to admit, if you ever read my Malay creative writings, you might just die because I reek of cheesiness when I write in Malay. All those romantic stories I write in Malay, I wish I could burn them into ashes and never let anyone else see it, ever.