Daily update on lecon francais.
My brain was back with me in class today. Which is a very good thing because Mr. Nicolas said something that sent us into a state of panic.
"Now, choose any one of these scenarios, write a script and act it out, using the words we have learnt so far."
I've expected role-playing but not this soon! It's only our 4th lesson!
Wasted alot of time trying to decide which scene to do. Then wasted even more time redo-ing our script because when he saw our work, he said it was far too short and should be made longer! Arghhh.... So there we were, shivering in cold with purple toes, writing and rewriting our script and flipping our textbooks hastily to check our grammar.
We were 2nd to present but I didn't feel ready so I requested that he skipped us first. He shot that pirate glare of his (heart thumping really fast; as if I was being cornered by a tiger), then asked the next group to present.
After the last group ended their act, Evon and I stood up and went to the front to do our presentation but he was surprised to see us standing beside the whiteboard. He'd forgotten that we haven't had our turn.
Taking a deep breath and hoping that my shivering from the cold won't show, we began our little show.
At the art gallery:
Waiter (Me) : (holding a tray of red wine) Excusez moi!
(knocks into lady) Oh pardon!
(Excuse me! Oh sorry!)
Lady (Evon): Arghhh!!! Qu'est-ce que c'est??!!!
(What is this??!!)
Waiter: (trying to clean off stain on lady's dress)
Pardon, pardon!
(Sorry, sorry!)
Lady: (sighs) C'est n'est rien...
(It's okay...)
Waiter: Vous regardez de peinture?
(You're looking at the painting?)
Lady: Oui, c'est une peinture celebre de Picasso.
(Yes, this is a famous painting by Picasso.)
Waiter: Ah... elle est belle! Vous ete etrangere?
(It's beautiful! Are you a foreigner?)
Lady: Oui, je suis Singapourienne. Je m'appelle Yvonne.
Vous vous appelez comment?
(Yes, I am a Singaporean. I am Yvonne. What's your name?)
Waiter: Je m'appelle Mathieu. (shakes hands)
Vous parlez francais bien!
(I am Matthew. You speak good french!)
Lady: Merci. Vous connaisez un restaurant chinois?
(Thank you. Do you know a chinese restaurant?)
Waiter: Oui. Je connais le restaurant 'Liu Xiang Lou'.
(Yes. I know the restaurant 'Liu Xiang Lou')
Lady: Merci. Le toilette, s'il vous plait?
(Thank you. May I know where's the toilet?)
Waiter: Par la, Mademoiselle.
(It's there, Miss)
Lady: Merci. Au revoir.
(Thank you. Goodbye)
Waiter: Au revoir.
Evon and I stood and stared blankly, waiting for a response. Mr. Nicolas looked at us with what I thought was a wide-eyed look.
"You learn french before ah?"
We shook our heads.
"Wah, good lah! Maybe you have some french blood."
Puzzled look on our faces.
Then some of our classmates applauded.
Phew. That means it went well. He actually thought we were good! Wahh!! We were the only group that didn't need to repeat our script to correct the pronounciation. I was in the clouds already.... *dancing with glee in my head*
*slapslap* Need to get down to earth lest I get complacent over nothing.
Toot-toot
I've finally gotten my own flute. After years of saving (then spending the money away and starting over), I've set aside enough funds to get myself a 2nd hand flute. I am now $350 poorer and 1kg of metal richer.
I have no idea why it took me this long to get my own instrument. I've always loved playing it when I was in secondary school and it will definitely be a pity if I were to never play it again.
After a 5 year hiatus, putting air into this shiny rod fails to produce the nice, rich sound I used to so often hear. Instead, a flat and raw sound resonates from within. It's like starting from square one all over again.
But this time, I'm determined to practise hard and be able to say that there's something I'm actually good at. I'm sick and tired of being The Jill of all trades, but master of none.
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