My husband's aunt just paid me a visit just now. She was here for some hours. Long enough to give me a headache. :P Nothing wrong with her. She's a nice and kind lady. She can speak a little English but she has decided that I need to learn Hungarian - since when I've lost the prerogative to decide myself?? - so from beginning till end she spoke to me in Hungarian and I was required to reply back also in Hungarian. At the end of the session I felt as if my head was slightly swollen. LOL
You know it's like stubborn against stubborn. LOL The Hungarians require foreigners to learn their language ( my husband lived in Malaysia for 5 years and still couldn't speak Malay and nobody cared). While I on the other hand thought they are the ones who should grab the opportunity to practice or learn English from me. They rather spend so much of money to learn with private teachers or go overseas than speaking at any opportunity they get- for free.
Okay, I'm not that stubborn, I just do not have the patience to sit and learn. I speak it so slowly they just can't bear to wait for me to finish a sentence. LOL Hungarian is a rather difficult language to learn on your own. I am learning still but at a snail pace.
The aunt suggested me to really put more effort in it because I need to go and socialize with the non-English speaking Hungarian to avoid boredom. Me?? Bored?? Gosh I can spend hours and hours reading and blogging if I can. Not even a minute I feel bored. But that's beside the point, why people think I am bored in the first place? I spend so much time polishing my English- Reading, building up my meager vocabulary , blogging , cooking, cleaning, being with Bonnie, playing the guitar (also slow progress), tutoring etc. So much so I wish there is 28 hours a day , need 4 hours of sleep to recharge and have a built-in computer memory in my brain so I can do many things and learn many things at one time a day.
If I may add, in my most humble opinion, it is better to be able to speak one or two languages well than speaking 3-4 languages terribly. My Malay is not so bad and not that good either, my English is plain and yet I need to learn another language which I think would also wouldn't be able to speak so well.
Whatever it is, the visit left me with a bad feeling. I can feel the pressure. The uncle, my mother in law, my father in law all have asked me to sit down and learn.With all the pressure, my brain is simply resisting now. I feel that, to be able to learn a language easily, one has got to love it. Never really had problems learning English because I truly love the language. Perhaps my first move is to tell myself every single day, "Szeretem a Magyar nyelvet".
Anyhow, I'd better get those Hungarian grammar books and start poring over them again. *sigh* In my heart of hearts, I sometimes wish my husband came from an English speaking country or even a Malaysian. But I didn't choose him for his race nor for his citizenship. Ahh... Szerelem... The bitter sweet of it. :)
P.S. = And oh, next time when I'm back in Malaysia, watch out you foreigners who have been more than a year in Malaysia and yet can't speak Malay, I'd torment you people as I've been tormented mentally here. (my husband included) Muaaaa ha ha ha haaaaa... *evil laugh*