Languages and me

Having expended a couple months in Chinese initially, I suddenly come to know that it is impossible to succeed in doing something without my passion and  inspiration. What is more, the position of Chinese teacher tends to transfer from this to that person unpredictably since the official teacher returned to China on account of his mother's illness. Other teachers are good, but their way of transferring knowledge may not suitable, at least to me. Most of students have left the class for losing their motive and patience with the kind of temporary teachers like this. So do I.

Although I'm fond of this language because I'm able to speak it well enough for its similarity to Vietnamese, it does put an acute challenge on me as Chinese has no alphabet like my mother tongue but pictograms. It's interesting to draw each word on a paper, not write. For the first time, I felt excited and pleased with this new issue. Step by step, other teachers failed to enlighten me like the Chinese-originated teacher. Thus I'd rather stay at home and learn it individually.

Frankly speaking, I have no clue how further I will be able to go with the language for Chinese is merely the need of my future career, not what I mean to learn. French is always my first option, but I was alerted to the possibility of getting confusing between English and French while Chinese is supposed to be the second international language after English. Consequently, I tried learning the language for my purpose of tourism service career and soon figured out it is much hard for me once neither a passion nor the ability to remember pictograms has left inside me. On the other words, I'd better turn back to my interest - French no matter what people say.

Fortunately, Vietnamese has alphabet which leads me to an easier capacity for learning European languages, I guess. Sure enough verbs and grammars are other issues, yet at least I must not remember each picture represented a word like Chinese, Japanese or Korean. Besides, I have a penchant for French due to some emotional reasons in fact.

French is the language that turns dirt into romance. By chance, I unintentionally listened to the song "Comme toi" on the radio last night which hit me strongly and brought me back to where my heart had dwelt always and forever. This language somehow appears to find its own way to relieve my heavy thoughts and lift me up to my limited heaven. It is soft and puts the listeners at ease even if people may use this language to argue, I can't see the anger in their tone. However, its grammar and noun gender are rather (honestly so damn) difficult to learn, eh?! It comes with a price for sure. Let me claim this truth: if the complication of English is 1, French's must be 10. Then I should feel lucky since English is the simplest language in the world, I mean in grammar and words not pronunciation. Basically, English is not as complicated as other languages except the huge difference between words and their phonetics. Whereas, some languages like French or Italian have their phonetics similar to how they are written.

By the way, Vietnamese sounds to be the most complicated one as we have no rules to learn it. Loads of sentences don't make sense at all but they are understandable to local people *laugh* So proud of myself for being good at this kind of language, right? lolz~

My used-to-be lover, gone already up there in heaven, could speak fluently three of them - Vietnamese (surely it's our mother tongue), English and French. You know, he is also the significant basis of my unconditional love for French. During the time we were together, he often sent me many French love songs to express his affection towards me and used English to talk about love. Consequently, whenever I listen to French songs or anything involved in the language, our memories begin to flush my mind once again. Though I only see the peace inside, neither old wounds nor sad moments bother me anymore :)

I love him. I love the language. It probably causes me some difficulties at first; but instead of giving up to learn Chinese, I prefer to handle it with the utmost endeavor. À coeur vaillant, rien d'impossible :') Honestly I'd learned French on my own for a long time before I paused it to try in Chinese. Now I'm about to head back to French by all means even if I won't have a teacher as usual.

*phew*

Have no idea what I've written so far? @.@ I'm so damn poor at writing because I just write down anything at once without thinking or picking formal words to put into my entry. It's okay since I'm just an amateur blogger, not a professional writer in fact :') Anyway, I really need a progress to change it and follow the outline before writing.

:(

Bad student!!!

Night,

Hal