Originally posted on 12 June 2011
I received an SMS enquiry today. "I"m looking for a copywriter. Do you speak Mandarin?"
This is one more time in my life that I'm miffed at myself for not being fluent in Mandarin. During Uni days, I did attempt to learn the language by immersing myself in Mandarin songs, without realising my method only allowed the extent of my vocabulary to be limited to topics of love, heartbreak and despair.
Being multilingual would have worked to my greatest advantage as a writer, not only for allowing me to bridge communities of different languages, for if language form thoughts, then I would have access to multifold of inspirational writings, ideas and perceptions.
I...am...feeling..miffed.
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