Monday, April 27, 2009

The Accent

"My, quite an accent, you. Brixton's?" the lady asked.

"No ma'am," I replied, facing her aging face, "Cockney's. With a bit of Welsh at some bitter points."

She smiled before sipping on her cup of morning coffee.

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I got myself hooked up with British accent quite some time not very long before, when my mom was still working with the government, dealing with foreigners from Commonwealth countries and my dad was still with lines of British expatriates coming in and out from the country.

I found the accent, say, grandeurly charming? And I had myself loving the accent so much those days I nearly pouched a Macwilliams inside my pants, should I need a partner to practice my vocabulary.

As compared to the American's, I find British's somewhat attractive down to the last detail. Even their swearings seem to be joyful to hear.

I have always enjoyed listening to Britons having their chats, although I don’t think I ever thought of it as such; British accents have always been nice, but not really something I went out of my way to listen to on a regular basis, generally only if I managed to find at least one of them here in the motherland. But when I put some thought to it, it was an easy choice which I wouldn’t bore of, and would enjoy doing (and look forward to), only that the British had left this state (or at least Tronoh) quite sometime ago with their lads and lasses, leaving only dented metals and rigs from the Queen's missions party assembly to finding (and mining till the last drop of) tin ores.

Baby steps, though; I’ve learned my lesson from the years of debacle.

It is rather hard to speak one, let alone to understand the accent once listened to unless you have sharp ears and mind, and of course pretty much good English. And I could not help but to practice to enhance the Americans on my tongue than that of the BBC English, since we nowadays are fed with too much American soaps and series that suddenly everyone wants to go all Hollywood about their days. Since we're hitting these phenomena at the height of their popularity, we tend to use it out of context to communicate in everyday situations.

It is hard to converse in the accent I used to adore very much during earlier days, chiefly due to the point that some of us prefer nothing else but the mother tongue language ("Math and Science in Malay, hurrah!", they said). And I wouldn't want to drop the bomb and cause commonly unusual disturbances by merrily coming out with accents at people and cause them to be completely at surprise, like when a you roll on the pedal on the toy box and suddenly bam! a clown pops out and your friends laugh, your parents laugh, your pets laugh while you die a little inside. And in certain daily occasions when you speak in the 'orang puteh's' language, you might as well get yourself pie-ed out for being a showoff, at least not from your excellent way of seeing things.

But for whatever reason, I say, these British accent is positively divine! Excellent texture, provocative suppore, completely entertaining? Well, aren't I the wicked one?!


Silverleaf said...

ohh learning it from the horse's mouth do have the advantages...

Mohamad Nazmi Zaidi said...

didn't really catch you there mate. which horse is this again?

W. Suhailaliza W. M. H. said...

ngeee~ i'm so fond of British accent. me fond of the British too!


Silverleaf said...

ohhh...sorry...i meant that learning from the source of English itself....the native speakers.....

Mohamad Nazmi Zaidi said...

well thanks, the both of you. now i get you, brother!