French Rain
I love the rain.
It's not just perfect weather to keep me indoors and let me indulge in my own favourite activities, it's perfect for inspiration to pelt at my saturated brain.
Book of the day: Lipstick Jungle by Candace Bushnell
Album of the day: Comme Ci Comme Ca by Janet Seidel
Except that as much as I'd like to sit here, stare at the empty highway ahead of me, feel the breeze caressing my face and start working on completing my 5 person-scene since Playwriting times, I need to get my FYP sorted and prepare for my scenes later on.
Yes, we aren't spared from public holidays.
French is such a beautiful language. I've been bombarded by French stuff the last couple of days because one of the main locations for my drama is a French-owned gift shop which sells a piece of cutlery for $24SGD. Listening to the owners communicate in this foreign tongue suddenly drew out the very basic french I learnt during Year 1. I was trying to comprehend, but obviously my meagre bank of vocabulary wasn't particularly helpful. But as with any language, the more you listen, the faster you catch on, like me and Cantonese. I still can't speak, but my understanding has greatly improved since having to work with Hong Kong actor and director. So now, at least I can guess the point of dialogue. And Janet Seidel sings half her songs in English and French, so there, I'm dipped in some small part of French culture.
Yet French is a language that isn't really that practical for me since I have no friends and relatives from there, or have any intentions of marrying a French husband and live in a castle far away from home. And I seriously doubt any of our programmes here would ever be telecasted in France, so chances of us having to go on promotional tours is almost zero. Almost, because there's always that 0.01% chance.
The only way I think the language might come in handy is if I get to star in a French movie the way Fann did in a German movie. Ahh...then I can build camaradarie with the French audience. Or maybe if they get a French actor to star in our local dramas. Then I can serve as the translator. Otherwise, all that Alliance Francais courses will probably just hit the drain and sloshed away in the sewage. Which is very expensive rubbish if you ask me. There certainly is no harm learning another language, (in case I ever get to go on Amazing Race, I won't have trouble asking for directions and help), but not being able to use it or actually be exposed to an environment to reinforce the proficiency really doesn't make it financially worth.
So I'll just be contented with admiring it from afar.
As with everything else, you don't need to possess to enjoy it.
I'm happy with the little I can have.
That's what matters.
Happy Public Holiday!
It's not just perfect weather to keep me indoors and let me indulge in my own favourite activities, it's perfect for inspiration to pelt at my saturated brain.
Book of the day: Lipstick Jungle by Candace Bushnell
Album of the day: Comme Ci Comme Ca by Janet Seidel
Except that as much as I'd like to sit here, stare at the empty highway ahead of me, feel the breeze caressing my face and start working on completing my 5 person-scene since Playwriting times, I need to get my FYP sorted and prepare for my scenes later on.
Yes, we aren't spared from public holidays.
French is such a beautiful language. I've been bombarded by French stuff the last couple of days because one of the main locations for my drama is a French-owned gift shop which sells a piece of cutlery for $24SGD. Listening to the owners communicate in this foreign tongue suddenly drew out the very basic french I learnt during Year 1. I was trying to comprehend, but obviously my meagre bank of vocabulary wasn't particularly helpful. But as with any language, the more you listen, the faster you catch on, like me and Cantonese. I still can't speak, but my understanding has greatly improved since having to work with Hong Kong actor and director. So now, at least I can guess the point of dialogue. And Janet Seidel sings half her songs in English and French, so there, I'm dipped in some small part of French culture.
Yet French is a language that isn't really that practical for me since I have no friends and relatives from there, or have any intentions of marrying a French husband and live in a castle far away from home. And I seriously doubt any of our programmes here would ever be telecasted in France, so chances of us having to go on promotional tours is almost zero. Almost, because there's always that 0.01% chance.
The only way I think the language might come in handy is if I get to star in a French movie the way Fann did in a German movie. Ahh...then I can build camaradarie with the French audience. Or maybe if they get a French actor to star in our local dramas. Then I can serve as the translator. Otherwise, all that Alliance Francais courses will probably just hit the drain and sloshed away in the sewage. Which is very expensive rubbish if you ask me. There certainly is no harm learning another language, (in case I ever get to go on Amazing Race, I won't have trouble asking for directions and help), but not being able to use it or actually be exposed to an environment to reinforce the proficiency really doesn't make it financially worth.
So I'll just be contented with admiring it from afar.
As with everything else, you don't need to possess to enjoy it.
I'm happy with the little I can have.
That's what matters.
Happy Public Holiday!
posted by Me at 9:03 am
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