Sunday, February 24, 2013

Better Spoken English

Just woke up from my b4 Asar nap. My fever seems gone. Tp sy rs sedikit sesak nafas. Mlm tadi tak blh tidur tp tak sampai hati nak kejut Papa yg sgt lena. Dekat jam 5 a.m baru lelap. Sllnya kalau begini, the attack is likely spying on me lah tu... Ventolin inhaler dh hbs, nk ajak Papa pi beli nnt.

I had 2 days course of Better Spoken English on last 20-21 Feb. Ms dpt email ttgnya, tak fikir pjg terus register. Budak2 opis ni kata ia cuma course nyenyanyi. Tak pa lah, sy mmg suka benda2 yg berkaitan bhs n nyanyi2 ni. Release sikit kepala... lgpun dlm setiap sesuatu pasti ada ilmu yg tersembunyi.

Bkn ramai yg suka bljr bhs. It would be boring n sleepy. Sbb tu belajar English, the most effective n attractive way is menyanyi! hu hu...

Lagipun dh lm tak pi kinda English course. Last I had was the 3 months English course provided for MRSM students while waiting for SPM result. Hmm... teringat kenangan tu.... n the song "Jimmy.. Jimmy please don't cry..."

When we nervous, it's not that we feel like there are butterlies in our stomach anymore,
but the butterflies do feel worse hu hu...
enrich vocab so we would not be gropping for words...
and it build our confidence level as well in public speaking.

Lot's of things yg sy pelajari. Bkn skdr ttg English n refreshing grammar, tp sy adored fascilitatornya. At 57, she looks very much younger, coloured with smile, very energetic n generous with abundance of experience. Some dh jd idea utk sy menulis. Sy mmg suka dgr cerita n pengalaman org sbnrnya...

Yg comelnya. we share the same ambitious in reading n we fill our handbag with bookI called her Prof even dia PM, tak pelah kan... Prof kata, having book to read, adalah salah satu cara kita kawal kebosanan dan kemarahan. Hu hu.. betul-betul-betul.

Memandang Prof ni, sy teringat Mel dlm MDH sy. I guess my Mel (MDH) is as petite and as pretty as her. Waktu menulisnya, I tried hard to imagine someone pretty at age of 50, but definitely tak blh ambil sample Anita Sarawak ok! Now I found one. Tp tk blh nk buat apa2 perubahan lg krn ia dh di tgn penerbit. Aduhai... lmbtnya 2014 ni... penantian mmg satu penyeksaan.

Among those I learned n refreshed from BSE:

1) Smile from your heart - secret of beauty n self cleansing method
2) Read more n write more to sharpen our English
3) Push aside inhibition n be child again if we want to learn

4) Anger is just a choice. We can choose to be angry n we can also choose to be not. Hmm... it is not that easy in reality... Pesan Papa Nasir kalau sdg mrh, pi amek wudhu n baca ayat Qursy.

5) Don't just wish to be able to speak English. Speak it! Now, working around without non-Malay, agak sukar utk sy lakukannya. Unlike when we work in private. 

6) To be a good English speaker, you can't avoid to learn grammar. There are 12 TENSES in English okay. Knp slm ni sy sll fikir cuma ada 4 je? Oh my grammar....

7) Avoid the Manglish. I used Manglish mostly in FRAN hu hu...
8) Give more love, n u get more of them.
9) Be HUMAN, be POLITE n be ANIMATED!

Okay, let's us twist our tongue with this English poem. Tiap kali pi English course, it seems to be the compulsary poem to be read... hu hu....

I take it you already know
of tough and bough and cough and dough?
Others may stumble, but not you
on hiccough, thorough, slough and through.
Well done! And now you wish, perhaps,
To learn of less familiar traps?

Beware of heard, a dreadful word
That looks like beard and sounds like bird.
And dead; it's said like bed, not bead.
For goodness sake, don't call it deed!
Watch out for meat and great and threat,
They rhyme with suite and straight and debt

A month is not a moth in mother,
Nor both in bother, broth in brother.
And here is not a match for there,
Nor dear and fear for bear and pear,
And then there's dose and rose and lose --
Just look them up -- and goose and choose,
And cork and work and card and ward
And font and front and word and sword.
And do and go and thwart and cart --
Come, come, I've hardly made a start.

A dreadful language? Man alive,
I mastered it when I was five.


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