Haha oh my god Thookatha, I just laughed out loud reading your story and everyone in my class stared at me just now. (I'm typing this from my computer class at school ^_~)
Most of my FOB stories can be described in one sentence.
-Me and my sisters think my mom wants to go to Oreo Shack when she really wanted to go to Radio Shack.
-This one lady kept calling my mom Thursday when my mom said she was thirsty, but with the obvious accent.
-Me, my sisters, and my friends spend the whole night trying to figure out how to say horse in Laos.
Probably the longest story I have was when I was in kindergarten. I was born and raised in the US so I talked Lao and English. I was watching Boran movies at the time and I was fookin terrifed of yak, witches, and stuff. So when I went to school first day, nothing really happened. It was lunch time and I was wondering who else was spoke Lao and I guess I got my answer. This girl that was sitting across the room stood up and said "yuck" because she didn't like what she ate. Me, being 6 years old and terrified of yak, thought she pronounced yak with a different accent.
So I freak out. I screamed and shouted at everyone to run away because the yak was gonna eat them. Everyone thought I was crazy, but then this tall (and I mean TALL) guy comes up to me and picks me up and smiles. The curves in his cheek when he smiled made me think he was about to pull out his yak teeth and eat me, so I screamed at him in Lao and kicked him. "Sow guan mae buk ha yak. Ya geen! Goo see thaht hum meung ohk and feed it to you gup mae meung!" (Stop bothering me you...(I don't even know what buk ha translates to but I know its bad) yak. Don't eat! I'm gonna cut off your balls and feed it to you and your mother). I mixed Lao and English a lot so he looked really confused. He put me down and I kicked at him again. I remember thinking "I'm about to take down a yak. My mom's gonna be so proud".
So I guess my mom or any of the parents left because my mom came running into the cafeteria. She started shouting at me "what are you doing?!" and at this time the dude pulled out a whistle and blew it at me. I didn't know what a whistle was so instead, I said "beep gae sai yung?" (Why are you honking your horn?). He turned around and started walking away and I shouted back "Meung pbai yoo sai huh? Goo see tham pbai gah ka meung teem!" (Where are you going? I'm gonna fall you and kill you). So my mom yanked me back into the office and she explained everything to the teachers and stuff and to me. And that was a wild first day at school.
Most of my FOB stories can be described in one sentence.
-Me and my sisters think my mom wants to go to Oreo Shack when she really wanted to go to Radio Shack.
-This one lady kept calling my mom Thursday when my mom said she was thirsty, but with the obvious accent.
-Me, my sisters, and my friends spend the whole night trying to figure out how to say horse in Laos.
Probably the longest story I have was when I was in kindergarten. I was born and raised in the US so I talked Lao and English. I was watching Boran movies at the time and I was fookin terrifed of yak, witches, and stuff. So when I went to school first day, nothing really happened. It was lunch time and I was wondering who else was spoke Lao and I guess I got my answer. This girl that was sitting across the room stood up and said "yuck" because she didn't like what she ate. Me, being 6 years old and terrified of yak, thought she pronounced yak with a different accent.
So I freak out. I screamed and shouted at everyone to run away because the yak was gonna eat them. Everyone thought I was crazy, but then this tall (and I mean TALL) guy comes up to me and picks me up and smiles. The curves in his cheek when he smiled made me think he was about to pull out his yak teeth and eat me, so I screamed at him in Lao and kicked him. "Sow guan mae buk ha yak. Ya geen! Goo see thaht hum meung ohk and feed it to you gup mae meung!" (Stop bothering me you...(I don't even know what buk ha translates to but I know its bad) yak. Don't eat! I'm gonna cut off your balls and feed it to you and your mother). I mixed Lao and English a lot so he looked really confused. He put me down and I kicked at him again. I remember thinking "I'm about to take down a yak. My mom's gonna be so proud".
So I guess my mom or any of the parents left because my mom came running into the cafeteria. She started shouting at me "what are you doing?!" and at this time the dude pulled out a whistle and blew it at me. I didn't know what a whistle was so instead, I said "beep gae sai yung?" (Why are you honking your horn?). He turned around and started walking away and I shouted back "Meung pbai yoo sai huh? Goo see tham pbai gah ka meung teem!" (Where are you going? I'm gonna fall you and kill you). So my mom yanked me back into the office and she explained everything to the teachers and stuff and to me. And that was a wild first day at school.