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Paris, paris

November 22, 2009

Moi de`s que je suis loin de paname
J’ai les poumons tout essouffle’s
J’ai le coeur bouffe’s par plein de larmes
et le corps comme tout exile’

Le plus loin qu’sois aller c’est la Marne
C’e’tait pour suivre un petit beguin
Moi de`s qu’il n’ya plus de vacarme
J’m’ennuie l’silence ne m’vaut rien

Paris, Paris
T’es ma seule famille
Paris, Paris
Y’a qu’chez toi qu’mon coeur brille
Paris,
Si j’te revois pas de`s d’main
Paris, je vais mourir
De microbes chagrin

(Pont Musical)

Paris, Paris
tout l’temps
Tu m’entortilles
Paris, Paris
Je re^ve qu’tu m’de’shabilles
Paris,
Si j’te r’vois pas de`s d’main
Paris, je vais mourrir
De microbes chagrin

Ce qu’il fait bon a chaques terrasses
Boul’vard Nouvelle …..et Italiens
La` ou` nous les ptits mecs quand on passe
Nous boivent comme panache’s urbain

Dans ma petite chambre au 6e’me
J’attends qu’on vienne me dorloter
Dis Paris c’est toujours toi que j’aime
Mais qui va te remplacer

Paris, Paris
T’es ma seule famille
Paris, Paris

Y’a qu’chez toi qu’mon coeur brille
Paris,
Si j’te revois pas de`s d’main
Paris, je vais mourir
De microbes chagrin

Paris, Paris
tout l’temps
Tu m’entortilles
Paris, Paris
Je re^ve qu’tu m’de’shabille
Paris,
Si j’te r’vois pas de`s d’main
Paris, je vais mourir
De microbes chagrin

My favourite song from the film Faubourg 36, or Paris 36. Caught it on Saturday, and I’m just reminded of how I miss the place, and along with slight regrets that I didn’t take every opportunity I could to explore every nook and cranny of the city, rather than travelling out during the weekends.

these dreams, they’re made of paper butterfly wings

November 15, 2009

It struck me that I haven’t written in awhile. Life’s somewhat settled into a routine. Comfortable, safe, boring. Am recalling those times I felt so alive, and know that while I am a creature of comfort, I seek the occasional adventure. I love the heightened sensations of experiencing a different place for the first time. Instantly, I’m brought back to my memories of exchange, visiting, exploring, hungrily devouring the sights, sounds, the food of each new place. Or back on campus, making a life for myself and just running daily errands – doing the laundry, visiting the grocery, helping out in the kitchen, while 4-5 hungry bellies wait in anticipation as to what our resident chef could whip up. ah, that was what life can be, or should be if I’m not so spoilt here in sg.

I know I need to break free from this complacence, to step up to the mantle and want more out of myself, do the things I want to do, while I am still young and definitely capable of achieving much more. I guess starting’s always tough, but we all need to start somewhere, anyhow. Nevertheless, I’m grateful, to the opportunities I’ve been given, and the friends that I’ve made along the way.

less is more; more is less.

September 21, 2009

Am back from a weekend trip to Batam, to Turi Beach Resort, it was a good break. Loved the resort and its airy expanse. Your mood instantly lifts the moment you arrive at the lobby, taking in the view of the sea and sky greeting you and the lush greenery of the landscape. Over here, time moves languidly along with the still warm air. The resort staff greet you with warm smiles and attend to your requests agreeably in an unhurried manner, as though there is all the time in the world. Wait a minute, there IS all the time in the world, you’re a holiday, so what’s the rush?

My room in the newly constructed wing was perfect. It was as though we were living in our own executive apartment, with a spanking classy bathroom. It was comfortable, new, airy, and had a decent view of the sea and the emerald pool. Resort facilities aside, there were several downers, but mostly due to my own making. One major gripe I had about the place was the location, it was a good 45mins ride away from the town area, which was bad when there was only so much things you can do to entertain yourselves while staying in. Another thing I disliked about Turi was the lack good food which kind of sucks, considering the amount you pay for meals within the resort. The international cafe was slightly decent, the Japanese restaurant was passable, and the Indonesian cafe was urgh, which is weird considering that they should be better at local cuisine. Don’t order the coffee shaker – too sweet, not cold enough and tastes like coffee + water , nor the chicken satay – it was dry, and tasted like microwaved chicken on sticks, , nor the Es(iced) desserts – ice shavings were more like ice chunks, too much syrup.

Choosing the peak period long holiday Hari Raya weekend also meant we had to share the resort with tonnes of other holidaymakers, mostly Singaporean. This meant several things; 1) practically no sunbeds available by the poolside, 2) long waiting times for cabs out when you want them 3) the resort spa being fully booked by the time I wanted to book a slot.

It was worse venturing out to Nagoya area on Saturday, the day which we’d designated to be a “stay-in” , chill in resort day. I was fixated on getting a spa done because it was so much cheaper to do one in Batam, plus it was going to be my first time doing so. The resort spa was a tad pricey, so I persuaded the bf to accompany me out to the one(s) in Nagoya instead. One massage house offered free transport to and fro to the hotels, so we called them to pick us up from ours. They agreed and gave us a 1pm slot. I was in for a rude disappointment, however, the transport never appeared, and when we called, they kind of brushed us off saying they’d pick us up 1/2 an hour later and all the massage/spa therapists were FULLY BOOKED. Undaunted, we decided to cab out instead, as there was another spa/massage house in the same area.

I’d to end up waiting in a super busy reception area in the Spa to do a pedicure instead (so as to not a make a wasted trip) while tourists (mostly Singaporean, again) came in and out to crowd around the counter to book/demand/negotiate/pay for their packages. This was after I got rejected our earlier “appointment” massage place down the road which informed me that their earliest booking slot they could offer me was 9.00pm at night ! It was noisy, and not the most enjoyable of times for those seeking a zen-like spa ambience.

The bf, kudos to him, took the opportunity to scarf down 2 root beer floats and 2 servings of curly fries from A&W in the amt of time we spent out there. Well oh well, our return ferry trip to sg was almost screwed up too, we’d inform the hotel reception to change our ferry timing to an earlier one, which they agreed. Who knows when we reached the ferry terminal, the coordinator couldn’t find our records. stressed the poor guy out, but we caught the ferry anyway.

So there we have it the good and the bad. I’d loved to go back again, but with a caveat, no more peak period travelling for me.

Bangkok Eat-scapade 1

June 22, 2009

Day 1
We check into our hotel, Baiyoke Boutique with the funky art decor. The room we were in was a sizzling hot pink, and boy did we feel warm in there. Its our first time in Bangkok, and we arrived with little prior research, no map and no Lonely Planet. So what did we do? Traipsed through the night market in Pratunam, that’s what, and found ourselves in a nearby 7-11 browsing through the tourist maps. Found one that we intended to purchase, only to realize that it was a SAMPLE, not for sale piece. Gah. Out came the phone camera and we noted 1 recommendation. Tapas Cafe in Sukhumvit Soi 11. Apparently Bangkok, as in Singapore, is a treasure trove of foreign cuisine and palettes, and at cheaper prices too. Hooray. =)

baiyoke boutique

After cabbing down to the place we found the Tapas Cafe tucked in the most charming alley,sharing the same area with several other establishments such as a backpacker’s hostel Suk 11, and Cheap Charlie’s selling beer at 70-80 baht a pop. If I ever backpack Bangkok, I would definitely want to stay here! Tapas turned out alright, as I wasn’t awfully hungry after the SIA inflight meal. They’ve happy hour promotions which I believe is doubly more worth it if you visit then.

Day 2

We visit PINKY TAILOR to make our shirts. Situated in Manhatun Plaza in Phloen Chit, it took us a sky train ride away. We get a firsthand taste of how inaccessible our hotel was. Its a good 15-20 min walk to the nearest BTS, not so good in blazing hot weather. Anyway, the place was pretty cool. There’s 3 storeys worth of fabric to choose from, and Mr Num, the tailor who attended to us was very chatty and polite. I decided to tailor a pink office shirt. Off we went to lunch, and this time I wanted to try authentic thai food so we asked them to recommend us somewhere to go. 2 words, “Taling Pling” at Central World. omg. It was SO. GOOD. We ordered 3 dishes, the pandan chicken, green curry, and stir-fried gourd leaves. Each dish was bursting flavour, and I totally enjoyed the green curry! My only reservation was I initially looking for something less upmarket, but hey, no complaints. We spent the equivalent of eating in a restaurant-cafe in sg, 650 baht for 2 persons which is abt 14 sgd each.

From bottom left 1. Pinky Tailor 2. Random Mall Shot 3. Bustling bangkok street 4. Me in Taling Pling 5. Pandan Chicken 6 Honey Ginger Freeze 7. Stir-fry Vege 8. Green Curry 9. River 10. Napkin 11. the bf in Taling Pling 12. in the street

From bottom left 1. Pinky Tailor 2. Random Mall Shot 3. Bustling bangkok street 4. Me in Taling Pling 5. Pandan Chicken 6 Honey Ginger Freeze 7. Stir-fry Vege 8. Green Curry 9. River 10. Napkin 11. the bf in Taling Pling 12. in the street

To be continued.