La Vie Dans L'ecole

Welcome to London (without colours)

2010-04-15T23:11:00.003+02:00

The fascination of the Tower of London, where many royal prisoners were bounded from liberty and kept captive in solitary for some trifling crimes. Despite the dark and sorrowful history of London, it never fails to continue to attract visitors over to discover its many other wrenching tales of London. Many have wondered, how exactly did the nursery rhyme 'London Bridge is falling down' originated from. While the rhyme itself is little more than jovial, the story underlying is tormented and mournful. London, a place where legends travel from the Victoria to the modern time, a place full of amazing stories, each waiting to draw its curtains to tell its tale.

Alright, I'm done with the heavy writing. It is so not my style to give a serious description of a destination I'm visiting. However, I would like to share with you people, that London isn't just about Big Ben, London Bridge, red buses, telephone boxes, and mail post. The history it has cultivated dating back from the Victorian to the modern days is really something to be impressed of. The sadness, which hide itself in the back of the myths and folklore we used to hear when we were still young and naive transform themselves into something bigger. They are more meaningful than they seemed to be and they showed me the really ugly sides of the world during that period. I've left Côte d'Azur in pursue of the London dreams. The dreams in which, I had idealized and made perfect, have shattered within split second when I learnt about the history. I would have wanted to stay a couple more days here in London, but I'm flying off to Paris tomorrow first thing in the morning. I guessed this trip has really gave me a boost in my knowledge and deception of matters anyhow, so I shouldn't wish for more. Well, this is a rather long entry since the last one.

Bringing Sexy Back!

2010-03-03T18:48:00.002+01:00

Hell yeah, I'm bringing sexy back for you guys!

Namely souvenirs, be grateful, seriously.

It wasn't easy to carry all that shit, board the plane, and then got lost with them...

Right, so I went to Paris, Roma, Florence, and Amsterdam.

No, I didn't miss Venice out since I didn't manage to go there in the end.

Too many places to visit and so little time.

If I rushed there, you guys wouldn't be able to get souvenir from Italia.

And I know you lot would be upset with me, which is why I forgo Venice for you all.

Aren't you guys touched? Try loving me more from now on.

I'm definitely going to visit Amsterdam again, it's so fucking liberal and I don't know, it just attracts me so much with its liberty that I'm tranced by it.

Even the hookers there are proud to be hookers, I tell you.

That's how Amsterdam works. Definitely my kinda thing.

Alright, lesson has ended, gtg, update again next time or whenever.

Ciao!

The best way to pass time - Youtube

2010-02-17T23:00:00.002+01:00

Advance Warning Ahead!

2010-02-12T10:17:00.010+01:00

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Dear Readers,

User is currently pampering herself with a 10 days Europe Tour for Spring Break.

Her journey has begun today, starting off from Paris, to Rome-Venice-Florence, Italy, and will then end in Amsterdam.

Hence, this blog is temporarily unable to perform its supposed duty for the period of time.

She apologize for any inconvenience cause and thank you for your understanding.

Have a good weekend.

Bonne vacances,

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Where's the fun in clubbing without strippers?

2010-02-03T13:34:00.004+01:00

So I’m back again with yet another entertaining entry! Hopefully. Don’t wanna bore you guys out now.

Last Tuesday I was out.

Clubbing.

Again.

Yea, I party almost every week if you noticed.

Back on track, I attended a buddy party in the most students frequent club, Anfers or something. It’s a really small club around my area and of course it isn’t as grand as the one in Monaco.

Initially I thought Monaco wasn’t that good since there weren’t many cute guys laying around for picking, plus the music sucked quite badly, but Anfers. Man, it was such a letdown.

It was as if Monaco wasn’t bad enough that Anfers had to do it twice as bad to prove me, clubbing in Europe wasn’t all it made up to be.

I got groped, this action is becoming more typical. Ass-slapped, new experience. Quick finger twirling around my stomach region moving upwards, fuck that mother fucking son-of-a-bitch.

And so, my conclusion of clubbing in France is, the Frenchmen are more assertive as compared to Singaporeans. And a hella lot more daring as well.

There was this threesome making out on a table, and the guy actually forced the two girls to French. Yea, it was an all guys’ fantasy to have a threesome with two hot babes. Good god, and they were taking off his shirt with their teeth. That would be smoking hot IF I were a guy.

2010-01-25T19:38:00.002+01:00

Hey people, sorry for pulling the no-show no-news stunt but school is a fucking torture.

Well, since I've most of the mondays and fridays off, I'm guessing it's not as bad as you guys.

Go on, be jealous of me! Mwahahahaaaa *Choke on own spit* Cough, cough.

Erhmm, right. Uh, I hoped you lot are dying for some french gossips and dramas, cos the disappearing act had me bottled up most of the annoyment inside.

Starting off with parties, up to date, I've gone to 4 parties (2 pubbings, 1 housewarming, and 1 clubbing). Gotten slightly drunk for the housewarming, and the others aren't even worth mentioning. Okay, maybe I'll say a little about the clubbing. It was in Monaco, one of the rich people city, in a 'high-class' club called, uh I can't remember. It was so fucking stressful in there just because I wasn't in the mood to socialize if you get my drift. And I had to smoke nearly a pack to cease my so called suffering, and that had to mean something. I was doing very well with the rest of the parties except that one. I was practically a social butterfly, in fact I was the only one that socialized. Right, like I was saying, I didn't really talk to anyone in particular since it was just me and jaryl. Sad, I know. I got invited to 3 parties by random strangers, and it was just me. Yea, I'm that awesome, so lick it. One of the parties is a homosexual party held at a club. I have not the slightest clue as to why that blonde invited me but oh well maybe I look gay or something. Then, there were the usual guys checking me out, not because I'm pretty but because I'm a rare species here in France. They were eyeing me like I was a piece of meat. Yahoo! My ass. So I'd decided to dance a bit and got groped instead. Twice. By a rather cute guy. Sob. My innocence. Gone. Vanished! He has quite a hot bod by the way.

Alright, followed up is my school life. Not very interesting but you have to keep reading regardless. *evil grin* The teaching style here is on a completely different level. It's slow-paced, more discussion, given examples aren't like the rigid and dry looking 'read-on-your-own' case studies but reality-voiced examples. To sum it all up, it's just basically less theories and more bullshit. I'm guessing that's because the lecturer think that the students have already a strong foundation in the field of focus. Some discussions are rather challenging and some are just plain...stupid. Pardon for the honest remark. Tomorrow will mark my second week of the semester so ta ta for now. I've my homework piled up already in only a week.

On the last note, I'll let you guys sneak a peek of Monaco's daytime.

The french way of celebration

2010-01-01T16:05:00.003+01:00

Bonne Année!

Its year 2010! So how was everyone's new year celebration?

Well, I spent my countdown soaking in the bathtub.

Weird, I know. And especially when I'm in France.

We drank for the new year eve and wow it was a bad mix.

Champagne + Vodka shots + Hot tub = One hella bitch headache

I don't know what's the reason but apparently we shouldn't mix champagne with any other alcholic beverages.

Then again, it's new year! Nobody fucking give a shit about this one small little detail.

So here I was seeing things in 2 and knocking over the furnitures.

Actually, what I was trying to say is that I started this year in a very bad way.

I hope it's not a bad thing.

Disaster with the sink

2009-12-28T17:28:00.003+01:00

One of my roomies (M) wasn't feeling very well that night and she locked herself up in the toilet besides the kitchen. So we sorta barged in and realized that she had puked...alot in the sink. The puke was big chucks of chicken and pasta, there was even celery. Talk about a pretty sight. Gooey, and brownish red. Wow, real pretty. The vomit actually clogged up the sink and we gotta dug out the residue. The other roomie (A) was deemed useless since she couldn't stand the smell of the puke and me and the guy didn't want another one puking. So haha, the only guy (J) was picking up her puke with a plastic-bag-turned-glove and well I did too but not as much. I cleared the toilet bowl and her puking pail and her puke stained blanket. We were like pulling our shirts over our nose to prevent smelling the puke. Yep we have one of that (puking pail) set beside her and I kept washing it almost every hour. Her body rejected every food, be it liquid or dry food. She puked out the milo we gave her yesterday too. After she felt better, we asked why she didn't puke in the toilet bowl and she said that she was shitting as well that's why the nearest thing to puke in was the sink. Nice timing. So now we set a rule to make sure if anyone of us want to puke, we have gotta puke in the toilet bowl.

The story of Frenchmen

2009-12-28T13:48:00.004+01:00

It was 17:45 hour, Friday.

The sky was falling dark and the wind was piercing against my bare skin as I took a slow walk around Residence BEACH Mediterranee. The boulevards were seemingly lonesome yet the birds were soaring over the many 5-storey high coastal-styled buildings. It was only now that the petite stores were opening up for business. The dimmed lights in the diners slowly flickered in midst of the silent night. The wind was blowing still while I roamed along a sidewalk of Juan Les Pins. Many cars were scattered around the empty streets, with only one exception.

The previous was just me trying to create a mood. Sorry but I just had to screwed around with you guys abit since I couldn't be there to annoy physically. *Laughs* Right back to the story. Okay so you lot must have seen or heard plenty of romance, so much that you can actually puke from it, c'est ca? You know how in the show, the girl would always walk alone on the sidewalk and the guy would then drive a car slowly besides the girl to keep in pace with her, and tries to offer a ride? Yep. That was what happened to me. Just that he was speaking in rapid french that I don't give a shit about. I could understand most parts of it but somehow I just can't be bothered to take up his offer and I had this feeling that the french dude thought that I'd totally buy his cliche pickup line. "You're beautiful" he said and repeated this fucked up line for many many times. Imagine me laughing my fatass off in my mind. I'll compliment that he's not the least bit embarrassed when he said it. I figured that it must be from the influence of english music here. The French likes to listen to english music for some reason. The lyrics were completely misunderstood. I mean yes, most of us like to be called beautiful but not as a pickup line. Oh and he kept winking at me! It was horrible. Why the wink man? And he did it a hell lot of times as well. So this is part one of the story of Frenchmen.

Awhile later, I was still alone with the stupid wind blowing. Then you gussed it, I was approached by a pretty hot french guy this time. And no, I didn't blow him off with a docile "Merci" and left it at that. In fact, I thought it was worth giving the dating thing a shot with him. Once again, all the cliche lines started and he asked if he could treat me to a cafe au lait (milk coffee for translation). His lines were better but just as cheesy. "Salut, je m'appelle monsieur right, et je pense que vous me recherchiez." (Hi, my name is Mr Right, and I think you were looking for me). Interesting right? He kept winking like it would win him first prize too. The hell is up with winking? No luck in the end, I sorta thought that he just wanted an easy fuck.

Ces photos est la nuit de JUAN LES PINS

2009-12-28T13:14:00.004+01:00

The supposed lightings for Noel

Night views along the beach, it was only 17:00 though

Well, these were taken by phone and my hand was like shaking very badly since it was effing freezing that night so pardon the bad quality, s'il vous plait.

Le train et les francais

2009-12-23T12:49:00.005+01:00

Sorry for the late update. The Internet wasn't working for the past 3 days.

Its so cold here in southern France. It snowed a day before I arrived so the temperature is really dropping alot. I'm staying in a service apartment here in Juan Les Pins, a small town with friendly people. The apartment is pretty cosy and has a hotel-based decor. I have settled in and unpacked my luggage nicely. I have a nice table-drawer to myself and a small shelf that barely bear all of my clothes in, which allows me to well, live comfortably for the time being. Its about 45min away from Nice if I take the metro and switch to bus and a 10min walk to the beach.

The standard of living is super high here in France. In just 3 days, I have spent like almost up to 300euros. Can you imagine? and with the exchange rate going at 2.2 now. Actually I figured that there's something wrong with our spendings on grocery shopping...oh well, maybe its cos we have to buy the necessities for our apartment for the first time and its only a one time thing. I sure hope that for the following month, the living cost won't be so hard on my wallet. Oh and I had gotten a france number. For a prepaid line, its overly expensive. The ticket price for the metro is crazy. Its like 4euros per ticket of one-use. So for a trip, you gotta purchase 2 of it. Its crazy I tell you. And its hard to bargain and buy things which we desperately need when you are not being answered. Most store in the cities don't entertain non-french speakers, you see.

Its hard to live in an entirely foreign land that uses a different language for communication. The french lessons at Alliances Francais I had taken didn't seem to help much. There is 2 kinds of french, one who brush you off becos you don't speak french, and one who are extremely eager to help becos you can't speak french. Its amazing how different one can be when they are in fact of the same race. I guess I will need a lot more time to get used to the environment here. After awhile I think I will be fine with their behaviors, its just a matter of getting used to it.

Surprising enough, I'm not really awed by the france glamour and their beautiful scenery. The strangest thing is that I'm not enjoying myself thus far. Everything seem alot less stunning when you are being bothered by other things.

La nuit d'Orchard

2009-12-11T17:46:00.004+01:00

Today is such a fine day. As old as I am, with the class, went on an excursion to FusionOpolis, which I honestly had no idea what it was until I was there, lurking about and wowing over every tiny little shit that I saw. Then, I got a glimpse of how one of the future houses would look like and thought how awesome it is. Really, after all that crazy shit, I wouldn't be surprised if someone actually die from a high-tech overdose.

I mean there's these shit like the linkskin technology, which uses recycled materials to create eyewears and stuff, and also the fibre optic pressure sensors smart bed thingy that can monitor a person's breathing and movement pattern to I don't know, gather information of somebody sleeping? Oh! And there's this small little shiny black sheet, something like a chip that is supposed to be embedded in the heart to observe its performance, like to make sure if there's a heart disruption or failure, necessary measures can be taken to prolong their lives. Other than these super redundant technologies, there is one which is wobble cool that require to stick some lame ass transmitters onto the head and ordering the car to start racing by concentration alone. Uh I think they called it the brain computer interface or something. The purpose is to help children with ADHD to focus and block out distractions or for stroke patients to perform a specific task if I'm right.

Lol. I only get to remember the medical related ones. The others seemed like a blur. Then with hweiming and isis, we strolled around orchard, visited the newly opened malls (313 somerset, orchard central), checked out some hotties, buy a few shit, laughed a truckloads and went back. Well I must say this year's lightings aren't that bad but what's with that lame-looking reindeer and in its stupidest outfits? This month of celebration isn't all it cracked out to be, seriously.

Here's some photos to well...show the festive mood.

A Chirstmas tree made outta Ferrero Rocher

Shot 2

This really pretty stars light structure

Good olde isis messing in winter time XD

Unsettled

2009-12-10T16:55:00.004+01:00

I have a little more than a week to go before flying off to a very different country from my own. I will definitely experience some really hardcore difficulties in the next 5 months or so, struggle along the way, grow from the exposure, and hopefully safely return in one piece. At least these are some of the things I have expected. Still, I can't help but to feel unsettled. I got a feeling that this whole shit is going to be a serious setback for me in the near future. I might be traumatized for all I know by whatever the hell that could happen.

What get me even more unsettled is that, I'm the only exchange student from my school going to an university which is at least 3 times bigger than my current attending campus, studying modules which are of different levels, and mixing with people who don't speak my language and are way more mature than me. This is sad.

I'm probably feeling tints of regret since I acted on impulse and didn't really think through the process quite thoroughly. In fact, it didn't cross my mind that maybe I can't handle myself when I'm there. This sucks, I will be all alone there and be miserable. Not to say, my room mates aren't good guys, they are. It's just, we're not that close. More like we don't really know each other.

It's about time I get going. I spent too much time creating this blog, editing the skin, doing the setting and every other crap to basically update people who give a shit about how I'm doing every now and then or those who are entertaining themselves with my posts, either way, I'm dying already, so salut.