My Dying Dialect

It really means, my non-existent dialect. 

Unfortunately, I’ve fallen into the bracket of looking like an Asian but really speaking like a non-Asian. It’s  not the accent I’m referring to but the fact that I have no ability to converse with the generation that speaks any dialect. 

It’s funny. I’m pure Hainanese and since my parents are pros at Dialects, they would throw Teochew, Hokkien and other random sounds around. But the thing was, I was never taught how to speak dialects. Because my parents have chosen to keep it a secret so they can pass secret messages to each other infront of us kids. But really though, should I be blaming my parents. 

Hmm. After much though. Yes, yes I should.

And blaming myself too for not making more effort. 

But first, let’s brush up on my Mandarin first. heh.