A while back, I wrote in my 2010 resolution that I decided to pick up a new language. I was debating between Chinese Mandarin and Japanese. Being a Chinese (Malaysian Chinese to be exact) people has always looked down on me because I cannot speak Chinese. Sure I can speak my own dialect but it means nothing if I can't speak Mandarin and the amount of Chinese speaks seems to be increasing.
Not to mention almost every stranger I meet speaks to me in Mandarin. I suspect it has something to do with my extremely 'Mainland Chinese' face. So picking up Chinese would be the most logical move.
My colleague Jen is actually a Mandarin teacher. Lucky right? Er.. after a few lessons, I suspect she given up on me.
So far, I can say, 'Where is the toilet?' and 'I am hungry'.
I can't seem to get the pronunciation right. I turned to JH for help instead. A while later, he too mentioned that perhaps it was better for me to try Japanese instead since I can actually pronounce the words better.
Before my Japanese colleague left, she used to teach me and Jen simple conversational Japanese so that we could pick up her calls and tell her callers she wasn't in the office. Wait! Why do I suddenly feel like a monkey?
After she left, JH ended up helping me since he speaks Japanese as well. Jen lend me her Japanese language phrasebook so slowly but surely *fingers crossed*
A harpsichord is a musical instrument played by means of a keyboard. It produces sound by plucking a string when a key is pressed.
Anyway the venue had poor acoustic and a big block of a man was blocking my view of everything. Not that I need to see it but it would have been nice to see something other than my own shadow on the man's back.
I did a white cat before this so I thought why not a black one. Was debating whether to draw the mouth or not. In the end I did and it looks a little odd.
Faced with two packets of diamante, nail glue and boredom.
JH: Orange is not your colour.