So this summer, if everything is well, I will be moving to US.
I will be a Fresh off the Boat (FOB), which according to Wikipedia means :
Fresh off the boat (or "F.O.B.") is a phrase used to describe immigrants that have arrived from a foreign nation and have not yet assimilated to the host nation's culture, language, and behavior
Yes yes, with my -I'm-so-cute a.k.a sok imut way of dressing (printed shirts, monkey hat )
and my strange yet very Indonesian English accent which only Bill can 95% understand)
and my strange yet very Indonesian English accent which only Bill can 95% understand)
Like if I don't say anything, I might not be looked so FOB (that if I only wear a plain shirt and jeans).
But once I open my mouth, and people hear the way I speak, either the accent or the way I arrange my wordings, it is obviously I'm a FOB.
Am I worry ?
Yeah, a little (no, actually a LOT !!)
What if people don't understand what I'm about to say ?
What if they laugh at me because of my accent ?
What if they thought I'm somewhat retarded ?
*ouch !*
Bill said it won't happen, because people in US are used to immigrant.
But still, even he laughed at me when I pronounce something wrong, like how I pronounce Avocado before. T___T"
I can speak English, it's just not that great....
That's why among foreign friends (especially if they're American-British-Australian, because they're native English speakers) I will speak less, a little bit worry, I suppose
*try to imagine me not talking !!!!! such a chirpy bird as I am !*
We'll see how it is next summer.
Hopefully not as worrying *read : scary* as I thought it would be.
And I might apply to a school if I can't get a job rightaway.
We'll see.
It's just the thought of the day....
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