It is weird that I cant make much sense with BM, just babbles of cliche phrases and a lot of yeke, ha'ah and yelah. And I feel that I conversed and interacted differently when using the queen's language.
Sarcasm works better in english.
I think BM is bouquet of bunga taik ayam: colourful concuction of complexed beauty that leaves a trail of a metaphysical longkang. Yes, we can speak beautifully in the language but we could also devestatedly corrupt it with rumours and secrets. There's no thin line of equality between both. At least I think there aren't any..
English is perplexedly fumed with sugarcoated jargon that it is impossible not to differentiate flattery from ehem, non-fiction. So I rest my case. English is a better language for moi.
And BM can't deliver simple facts like english can. I've kept on using the word nyah for menyahlukis, penyahcucian and other ridiculous nyah-combo. Right my BM sucks. Nope. My BM pasar sucks.
Dodol with 'bahasa jiwa bangsa' boolesheet! The bahasa it too faulty for my jiwa to stand.
I'm only a languagist (if there's such a term)