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Londres Tuesday, 26 September, 2006

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I really like London. It felt comfortable.

I arrived to hot hot weather, which was not pleasant, but I soon forgot it in the nice apartment of Char -new and spacious and all the comforts of modern living. We went for Chinese Dim Sum at Ping Pong. Restaurant was all understated cool. Food was delicious. I had this very… creative tea, which I will now attempt to describe. It’s a ball of green which slowly opens up in the hot water. That is, the long green leaves fold back to reveal flowers within the ball of green. This garden slowly sinks to the bottom of the glass as it absorbs more of the hot water. It is AWESOME. I asked the waitress where I could get it and she said it’s imported from China and she herself has tried finding it in Chinatown but to no avail. Hokay.  Visited King’s and met a few of Char’s friends. Spent the night trawling the shopping stretch alone. The stores were closed, but there was something lovely about walking on the wide pavements and looking at the window displays.

The next day, I moved to Angela’s. We had fish and chips for lunch, which I was SO HAPPY about, because I’ve always loved fish and chips and always wanted to have this quintessential English meal in England. Jilyn was with us too, since she’s on exchange at UCL. I visited UCL when Angela went there to sort something out. Topshop, which was on the top of our to-visit places, was amazing. Oh man the space! And the variety! And there was a student discount, which I enjoyed after happily flashing my Sorbonne card. Met a few people from Singapore we knew on the streets and in a cafe, which was a tad funny.

The third day, after helping Joanne and Jilyn settle in a bit into their dorm room on campus, Angela and I set off to Buckingham Palace which was open to the public. I liked it.  The audio guide was very good. We got to see the special exhibition of the dresses of the reigning queen. I found them to be mostly unappealing. Afterwards, it was to Chinatown and a good Chinese lunch. Then to a Chinese supermarket where I bought a few items that I oohed and aahed over. Hung out at a gelato place afterward to read and eat enormous gelato creations, because we were knackered from all the walking. Trafalgar Square in the late afternoon to watch pigeons and people and get sprayed by the fountain when the wind blew strong. Phantom of the Opera at the West End at night. I enjoyed the dungeon scenes very much.

The next day, I went out shopping alone. I’d wanted to go to Portobello Market, but it was raining heavily, so that was out. Instead, I spent most of my time in shops, especially Marks and Spencer. My suitcase was half stuffed with food from Marks and Spencer when I returned. I am not exaggerating. I love my food shelf in my room now. Speaking of my room! I’ve moved to my very cosy very charming very lovable single room. More on that later. It totally deserves an entry all to itself.

The last day in London, I visited the Tower of London in the morning. It was spectacular! And it began with a guided and entertaining commentary and mini-tour by a Beefeater (go look it up!) who ressembled Sylvester Stallone. He was fantastic and had a captive and appreciative audience. I enjoyed his performance very much. We saw the famed crown jewels, which were impressive. Although I must say I enjoyed the grounds and buildings in general more than I did the jewels. It always feels amazing to visit a place that has witnessed history-shaping events, and to imagine what had gone on before many many years ago. It was on to Harrods where an opera singer sang from a balcony overlooking the Egyptian landing, which is where all the escalators to all levels are to be found. I didn’t buy a single thing from there, would you believe it? Me neither. Well, not counting lunch and the Krispy Kremes for tea, that is. Harrods is overwhelming -a high-class Mustafa. Visited the Diana and Dodi shrine at the basement -touching. On to Camden Market, which Jilyn joined us for. I. LOVE. CAMDEN. MARKET. It’s wonderful! Vintage clothing, second-hand clothing, little boutiques, cheeky items, art, food. And the people! I’ve never seen so many mohawks in a single place, for instance. I didn’t have the time to explore the entire area before it closed, so I’m definitely going back there when I return to London, which I will for certain. Dinner of kebabs and warm bread after Angela joined us, then on to Sainsbury’s to buy some more groceries. The British have such tempting junk and instant food.

I left early the next morning and saw Big Ben through the light rain on the bus to the train station. It was beautiful, this iconic London structure. I saw LSE too -rather ugly. Getting back home was a bit trying because I was weighed down with food in my suitcase. And the Parisian trains were crowded since it was a Sunday and people were out and about. Not to mention another bag containing a huge beautiful cushion I bought on sale at Urban Outfitters. I’d missed Urban Outfitters. I visited it very often in the States this past summer. And I had my everyday bag as well, stuffed with uh more food. Well okay there were shoes and clothes and toiletries that I’d brought along with me in the first place that weighed me down, alright? But yes there was a substantial amount of food. The food that’s making me very happy right now everytime I see them on the shelf and even happier when I’m choosing what to eat and extremely happy when I’m eating them. YUM.

There you have it, my London experience.

One very important reason why I’m going back to London: Sound of Music will be staged at the West End starting 4th November! It’s my favourite movie ever -I’ve watched it umpteen times. Gloriously exciting, isn’t it?

I burnt my tongue, by the way. On the fourth morning in London, with Starbucks Signature Hot Chocolate. It hurts. I’d be enjoying my yummy food a lot more if it didn’t. Heal yourself, tongue! Chop chop.

Where are the pictures, you ask? I realize there’s been none to see since I left. Be uploading them in the next couple of days. For sure. Look out for them!

torrent Monday, 18 September, 2006

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Ok so if you know me at all, you will know that I LOATHE being made to feel like I have to be a certain way or do a certain thing. LOATHE. However, that’s what apparently comes with living in a house filled with people who are unbelievably convinced they know you well. It’s not everybody, fine. It’s a few people. Still. You act friendly with them and they think you like them a lot and want to spend all your free time with them.

One person is more often than not in the house watching movies in the den. And he knocks on my door from time to time to ask what I’m doing and whether I’d like to watch something or other. I feel bad saying no, because I did watch a couple of movies with him, but no, I don’t feel like it. And then he looks like a sad puppy and what am I supposed to do? Feel bad? Please. Why do I not want to watch a movie with him anymore? Because he says I have a Chinese accent (what is that?!) and he doesn’t understand me sometimes. Well, I don’t understand him sometimes either because he doesn’t speak clearly. And one day I was going out and he asked me where I was going and so I said I was going to wander around as usual. And he looked like he wanted to join me, so in the spirit of being nice, even though I really wanted personal time, since living with housemates AND a room-mate can get claustrophobic, I asked if he wanted to join me. When we were out, he said he liked to have a destination in mind and hated getting lost and I said I liked it, and that was probably the only things we said to each other in exchange because he does not understand the meaning of a conversation. DIALOGUE, BOY! Not monologue. Not uncomfortable silence. Both are bloody tiring. And I really didn’t want you to come along in the first place anyway.

And then there’s this other guy who keeps saying he hasn’t seen me around the house, like I’m what? Under house arrest? And then I don’t really want to talk to him because I don’t like talking to him that much. So I am curt and he asks in this very concerned voice whether I’m okay. And I say yea and then he overhears me asking this girl whether she still wants a single room that is up for grabs because she did tell the management before me that she would like it. And this guy who somehow thinks I’m not okay follows me to the kitchen and asks why I want to move and again, WHETHER I’M OKAY. Yes I’m okay! (Damn it, I think to myself, leave me alone already.) And then he’s NOT CONVINCED and he asks one more damn time and so of course I’m understandably irritated (a little) and so I avoid eye contact, and what does he say? He says, (brace yourself) “Are you sure? Because some girls are, you know, PSYCHOLOGICALLY CHALLENGED”. What the hell! What makes him think he has me pegged? We didn’t even know each other existed two weeks ago.

Yes I hear you my friends, I need to simmer down. It’s difficult to be nice all the time and not be able to bitch to anyone. I would bitch to my mama, whom I talk to often, but I don’t want her to worry. I’m fine, really. I just needed to let out the frustration. And yes I’m thinking of moving to a single room, because sharing a room is difficult. I don’t like it and I don’t want to learn to like it, because I’m pretty sure I won’t.

Frustrations like that aside, I had a nice day out yesterday with a friend. It’s good that he’s here and that we get along well. What a relief to have a bitching/shopping/admin shit/tourist friend. Visited Palais de Luxembourg which houses the Senate, since all governmental buildings in Paris were opened over the weekend to the public. It’s a gorgeous building and the interior took my breath away. Then lunch and major bitching session and shopping and a delicious and mercifully reasonably priced Japanese dinner.

I had another picnic at the Tour Eiffel on Wednesday and there were new people met from different countries. Had a good time which included harmless flirtation with this fun guy. Smokes like a chimney, plays the drums, has dreadlocks… that sort of person, you know? I realise I haven’t put up any photos at all. Shall do it soon.

Meantime, I’m getting into the hang of things, and sometimes I’m mistaken for someone who knows her way and get asked for directions, which is nice. I love when I speak to someone in French and am understood and we get a conversation going on, even if it’s only me enquiring about a bag that a friend wanted me to get for her.

French men are not all hot. It’s a big myth that they are all hot. I mean, how is that possible, really? Plus a lot of them have a balding spot at the back of their head. Combination of too much wine and too much cheese? Though they do dress better. On the whole, that is. They are certainly more forward. You get men saying suggestive bonjours or professing their love. It’s pretty fun in the daytime, scary at night, and sometimes simply annoying.

The Louvre calms me down, and so does Sephora, and it is in these two places that I’ve been spending the most time in the last week.

I’m going to be in London from Tuesday till Sunday! Old friends and new adventures await! Excited(: More admin stuff (which I don’t like) to do tomorrow but then I’m gone gone gone for a blissful week in a land where the English language rules.

in my boots Tuesday, 12 September, 2006

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Today, I allowed myself to stay at home. Ok I lied. I was so bloody tired of being out that I stayed in. Stayed in! The luxury of staying in. I slept till noon and ate a hugeass brunch. I had a Chinese steamed cake I bought from Chinatown yesterday, I made buckwheat noodles with sesame oil, soya sauce and toasted sesame seeds. Then I read Stephen Clark’s A Year in the Merde in bed while eating crème chocolat from a little pot. The book’s good and I screamed Yes! Yes! Yes! silently when he described his painfully amusing experience applying for his carte de séjour. Watched two movies slumped against the comfy couches in the salon (living room) with my housemates -Team America and Van Helsing. Team America, I love. It’s very funny. Van Helsing is at parts unintentionally funny.

If you’ve watched L’Auberge Espagnole or Spanish Apartment, you’ll understand what I mean when I say that I’m staying at La Maison Francaise, or French House. It’s fun. A Russian girl had her birthday party a couple of nights ago and there was wine and music and talking and dancing. It was brilliant. People cook in the evenings and on weekends (because it is bloody expensive to eat out) and we get to sample food. Not everyone’s very chatty, of course, but a good number of people are. There’s a Welsh vegetarian judo-lover my room-mate and I have been hanging out with quite a bit. There’s an Arizonian who talks about himself all the time, I swear. There’s an Indian girl who’s like the nice Queen Bee of the place and has a gorgeous boyfriend and you can’t help but feel happy for the couple. Just to talk about a few people. One night, a number of us took a walk to the park, which was gorgeous by the light of the full moon. At first, it looked like we were walking into a dense and dangerous forest, but the dirt path gave way to a lake and it was breathtaking.

What have I been up to? My room-mate and I went a little crazy at Flash Bazar (no it’s not missing an a… and it’s like Spotlight, but crazier) buying things to make our room pretty and comfortable. It’s been ooh-ed and aah-ed at by our housemates. We’re so proud. Makeover success! I had an evening picnic in front of the Eiffel Tower two nights ago. Yesterday, I applied for my Louvre Youth Membership card on which I look like crap because the woman caught me unaware with the round ball of a camera and refused to use the photo I had brought along. It does entitle me to a year’s visit of the museum without ever having to queue, plus a few other perks. Pretty good for 15 euros. La Jaconde, or Mona Lisa, is much bigger than I’d expected it to be. Friends find it hilarious that I think it big, but not really… if you keep in mind that many people have told me it’s really small which made me believe it to be the case and so I was pleasantly surprised at the real deal. I finally bought a pre-paid SIM card so I’m now contactable at a 10-digit Parisian number. Nothing like that to make you feel like you’re staying for real. I’ve also bought a return train ticket to London for next week. Note that the all the above was done wearing chic black boots with heels. Hell yea. Although after a day of walking up and down train station tunnels and stairs and what seems like too many traffic crossings and sidewalks, I feel icky and tired and my feet want to kill me for being vain. Maybe I should take the cue from a lot of Parisians who really aren’t very stylish and wear comfortable ugly shoes. We’ll see.

 

 

 

 

Hot Paris Friday, 8 September, 2006

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Paris is a tough city. People walk fast and talk fast, but do things slowly. In other words, I walk as fast as my relatively short (and tired) legs will carry me, strain my ears to understand the people, and am in the process of cultivating the supposed virtue of patience.

I’m settling down alright here in the suburbs. I live in Savigny-sur-Orge, which is a twenty-minute train ride into central Paris. It is a nice little commune, and an atypically safe Parisian one at that. Or so the management of my residence assures me. I stay in La Residence des Etudiants Etrangers, which translates as The Residence of Foreign Students. It’s a pretty good mix of people. There are interns, exchange students, undergraduates, masters students, PhD candidates. We’re from all over the world and are generally friendly considerate housemates.

The past week has been a whirl of activities that are obligatory and thus not necessarily pleasant. I’ve had to report at the school, go to the different departments to find out when to register for my classes only to receive unhelpful answers, apply for my residency permit etc. Speaking of the bloody residency permit, I walked for an hour to the police headquarters yesterday because various people I asked along the way assured me that it was a bit far but it was quite accessible on foot. Snort. When I reached, the place was opened, but the lady at the counter informed me that the residency permit person was on holiday and wouldn’t be back till today. So. I reached today at 820 (the place opens at eight). There were already 10 people waiting to see the person. I was told to return tomorrow morning because c’est impossible today. HUFF. I did take the bus today though, so the bus climbed the slopes and not me. I’m going to reach at 7 tomorrow, because apparently today’s top 10 reached before 7. And I thought Singaporeans were the kiasu ones.

Amidst doing serious things like registrations and purchasing a proper pillow, I’ve taken time to be a tourist. I sat on the grass one night to look at the Eiffel Tower sparkle. I sat on a bench in Champs Elysees, eating macaroons and watching the world go by. I bought a bag (of course I did) at Printemps. Mostly, I wander around. I am most impressed with the train system. A world unto itself. It’s an absolute maze and it works.

The weather is wrong, by the way. It’s very very hot. And the French, along with having dubious grasps on both time and distance, have funny ideas about air-conditioning. It’s hot almost everywhere.

There is more to talk about. There is so much to talk about! Like how a group of teenaged boys tried to mug me on my first day when I was weighed down with baggage. They were unsuccessful. Like how I get hit on by rather old men. They are also unsuccessful. Ha. More stories next time. I’m rather fatigued today. A shower, then a book et chocolat. I do have to get up at an unearthly hour tomorrow.