Learning To Talk

Learning to talk is probably one of the greatest milestones in a child’s development. Based on my experience and research, focusing on one language helps the process. I guess, consistency in the names for all the objects and concepts the child encounters every day is very important. So we’ve decided back then that Jeanne’s first language is English.

I believe that English is the best foundation. It is the stepping stone to the most books which are the keys to knowledge expansion. It is the medium of teaching for Math, Physics, Chemistry, and other science and technology subjects. I have no doubt that my early English evened the odds or even gave me an advantage on these subjects over many a smarter classmates.

In my opinion, it’s better to struggle in Filipino than in those critical and actually useful subjects. What’s the use of Tagalog other than for conversations with friends and attempts at cultural preservation? It’s not even the only language of the diverse cultural landscape of the country. Just a “national” language foisted upon everyone by the inheritors of the American colonial administration.

Of course, we want Jeanne to be multilingual: English, Tagalog (unfortunately), Cebuano (an attempt at cultural preservation heh), French, and maybe another language or two. But that will come in due time. Meanwhile, I’d better get my French ready.

 

Languages

I was cradling Jeanne when my dad, who was visiting us, suddenly started talking to her in Tagalog. I struck me how alien it sounded. It’s not that I don’t use Tagalog, it’s just that it was all Tagalog. I guess it really sounded alien to me considering that my first language is a mix of Cebuano and English (ceblish?) and my second is a mix of Tagalog and English (taglish). English, my third language, is always there in the mix. Looking back, it must have been really confusing growing up with so many languages. You get spoken to in Cebuano, English, and later Tagalog. And all the while your reading materials are all in English. Luckily, I turned out reasonably well (or did I? :P) And here I am still aspiring to learn yet another language (French).

Dreaming In French

Had the weirdest dream last night. I dreamt I was attending French class and the teacher is no other than Catherine Zeta-Jones (does she even speak French?). Anyway what’s significant is that I now have French in my dream and interestingly there is sound. Before this, I couldn’t recall a dream that has sound or maybe it was just something I didn’t care noticing. But now I did for sure. I was hearing myself say: “Vos attention, s’il vous plait. Catherine Zeta-Jones, aller au bureau de l’aeroport.” which seems to be more or less correct French. Hehe.

Cuillére

Last night was the final session for the current module of my French class and the classmates decided to have dinner together at Cuillére at Serendra. The first thing I noticed was that plastered on the windows were the words “Cuisine et Patisserie Francaise, Glaces Artisanales, Aperitifs, Vins, Café Digestifs” which I think literally means French Kitchen and Bakery, Artistic Ice, Wine, Wine, and Digestive Coffee :P I don’t know whatever the hell it really means but with all those claims, the place just sounds so trying overly hard to be French.

But hey, I’m here for the food, right? Aside from the company, of course. Well, I had mushroom soup, steak, and crème brûlée and that didn’t improve my opinion. The mushroom soup was so-so. So was the steak (but in fairness, how many ways can you steak a cow?) . And the crème brûlée sucks. The taste does not reflect the cost. I don’t know where the cost came from but I suspect a load of it went into all that pretentiousness and the rest went into the location. One of the reasons why I’d rather go for restaurants that are off the beaten track.

Rating: 2/5

Allez Au Boracay!

L’été arrive! Il est temps pour les vacances. Allez au Boracay! Il est une petite île avec beaucoup des possibilites. Le soleil brille toujours. Le ciel est bleu. Il y’a plages blanc tres magnifique. Il y’a beaucoup des belle femmes (et beau hommes aussi). Il y’a beaucoup activities d’eau: plongée sous-marine, ski du nautique, surf, voile… Allez au Boracay en été. Vous ne le regretterez pas.