Category: life

I’m not really fond of tags. But I’m only doing this because I like you, Myztika 😛

Here are 6 wierd things about me:

1. I have an over expressive face

I don’t know if its a good thing or a bad thing that I can do that, sometimes even without realising it.

2. Sometimes when I’m stressed, I break out in a song

3. I can fall asleep anywhere.

Busses, trains, cars, while talking to a friend, you name it.

4. I don’t feel comfortable if I dont have any reading material while eating

5. I buy new shoes but end up wearing the old one.

And I end up wearing my old one till they get scruffy and unwearable and then they go to shoe heaven.

By the way, I am a shoe killer. Come on and read about it here and here

6. I can get impulsive.

I like to do things on the spur of the moment. I’ll go explore abandoned buildings if I feel like it. I’ll try new dishes just for the fun of it. Sometimes I think thats the reason why I get into trouble.

And I tag

1. No one
2. No one
3. No one
4. No one
5. No one
6. No one

I’m such a spoilsport. Hehehe!

Since meeting cart, I’ve been trying for some while to learn the Italian language. It not so bad when Cart is around since we both could communicate in English. But it was kind of awkward when trying to communicate to his friends.

Most of them were as fluent in English as I was in Italian. So while they were deep in their animated conversation, I had to poke cartcart, “Psst .. what are they talking about?”

I think one of the more perplexing moment was the time when I met Cart’s family. When we arrived, all I could manage was, ‘Buona Sera’ (Good Evening). I greeted everyone, till I heard a chuckle and Cart conveyed to me, “She’s asking if that’s the only phrase that you know.”

I was a bit embarrassed.

Cart’s mom started asked questions about me. I had so much to tell them! But I couldn’t. My grasp of the language was extremely rudimentary. After a while, it became a little cumbersome to let Cart play the role of the translator. I think he got dizzy at our incessant questions.

So I just sat there quietly, smiled, nodded my head and pretended to be silent and wise.

Later on, I thought I’d be clever and use some gestures. Sign language are universal, after all. But after a while, I realise that the gestures that we commonly use, might not have the same meaning overseas.

In Singapore this will mean, ‘Oh no!’, while over there it would be, ‘Ah I remember!’

Here, this is a sign that you want to beat up that person, while there, it would mean, ‘Lets do it!’

Not to say that I havent been trying to learn the language. So far I’ve been using several language software which I borrowed from the library.

I like the Rosetta Stone as it is immersive:

The entire lesson is in Italian, it will ask you a phrase and you pick the right frame. I think its great for beginners because it is very easy to understand and pick up visually.

I also like the flash cards for Italian before you know it:

Its abit of rote learning which forces you to type in the right answer. It can get frustrating at times, but its a tried and true method which will improve the vocabulary.

I’m not too fond of the I can speak Italian by Transparent:

It’s not very newbie friendly. When I started the lesson, the words used were way over my head. I didn’t have the motivation to continue with the lessons. I think its more suitable for more advanced students.

Using software is definitely useful but I think there is something lacking. For me, human interaction where one can do actual conversation with another person is very important.

Initially, my friend Narima and me contemplated registering with the Italian Cultural Institute where we will be taught by qualified native Italian speakers.

But I balked when I calculated the total cost – it was nearly $500! I am sure that the teachers there are fantastic, but the price was abit much.

Then one day, I surfed the People’s Association website. I don’t quite remember when I signed up for their online newsletter, but each month, I’d have updates about interesting courses that they were conducting. Having attended one of their course, I was quite impressed at the quality workshops that they had for a discounted price.

I did a search for Italian and to my rapture, I saw that there actually was an Italian Language course. The only center that conducted the lessons was at Tampines, which is quite far since I live on the other side of Singapore. Thank goodness for my scooter! It didn’t take more than 30 mins to ride there.

My first lesson there was great. Though the teacher isnt a native Italian, having lived, worked and attained a diploma in Italy, she was more than competent in teaching us.

I am in a very lively class with friendly classmates. We’d make mistakes sometimes, but we laugh at our mistakes. The teacher is cheerful that it was such joy learning in the lessons. I can interact and practise with my classmates and the teacher – something that I dont think softwares can replace.

I’ve been to my fifth lesson so far. I wouldn’t say that my Italian is that great, but I feel a bit more confident as compared to that time when I met Cart’s family. Now I don’t have to pretend to be silent and wise anymore 😛

If you’re keen on learning, I’d urge you to try the community centers. The next Italian course is coming up. I’m definitely signing up for level 2 at the end of my current one 🙂

By the way, here are some great supplementary sites which I highly recommend:

• Step up your Italian with BBC
• Listen to Italian podcasts on your mp3 player on your way to work

And before I go, there is a segment in the Italian phasebook that I was reading earlier where there some suggestive phrases that you could use.

The idea of whipping out the book when one is heavily making out is particularly funny to me.

Sure was a lot of people queuing up for the Kids Central auditions. It felt like Singapore Idols all over again, except for the contestants being in their tweens.

My sister, Diana persuaded me to send her to Mediacorp, Bestway Building where she was to have her auditions. I think that it would be a good experience, just to try something new.

The queue of people snaked all the way till the carpark. There were fidgety kids everywhere. Some started to fidget in the warm, sunny afternoon. Diana was given a queue number and a piece of script to memorize and she sat down at the final line.

After what seemed to have taken ages, she came out of the audition room.

“How was it?” I asked

“It was ok. But I waited for hours just to be auditioned for 5 minutes! And they didn’t even ask me why I wanted to be a host. They just told me to read the script, that’s all!”

“Were you nervous?”

“Not really”

“And then what?”

“They will let me know if I make it to the next round in 2 weeks time by phone”

All the best to you Diana. Whether you get through or not is not important. You’ll always stay a bubbly, fun and zesty person 🙂

This morning, I noticed that Shirlyn, one of the staff in the school was donning on her ranger uniform. A ranger is a mentor for the girl guides – an association which I joined when I was in my teens.

“How odd“, I thought to myself. “Its not an activity day today, so why is she putting that on?”

And then I remembered that today is February the 22nd. Thinking day! Today is the day to remember about sister guides and brother scouts all over the world. Today is also a day in rememberance of the founder, Lord Baden Powell and Lady Baden Powell.

Wow. Loads of nostalgia there.

I first joined the association as a brownie, at about 9 years old. I’m not exactly sure what drew me, but I really enjoyed the activities that we did. I remembered that at the end of every meeting, we gathered round in a circle and sang this adorable song.

It went something like:

“Those born in January. Go home go home go home”
“Those born in February. Go home go home go home”

And it goes all the way to December. When your birth month is called out, you’d step to the front. I’d always step up when August is called.

I had so much fun that naturally, I continued to be a Guide when I started secondary school. We learnt loads of survival skills like map reading, knot tying (useful to make furniture out of sticks and pitching tents) as well as leadership skills.

I really felt a connection with nature when we went to camp – it was one of those days when I felt empowerment. I had to pitch my own tent to sleep in, and traverse the jungle.

It was such great times.

Unfortunately, I’m still horrible at map reading. Which explains why I can still get lost even with the street directory with me.

Anyway, just for fun I tried on something I havent worn for a very long time.

Tada!

I cant believe it still fits.