LIfe in yssingeaux. 3 weeks on. 

My life has conceded into a routine. But a routine thats a little new to me in more ways than one. I wake up to go to school at 430am (a godless hour i know) and by 520 everyone's downstairs in the human walk-pool. Its FrEeZIng in Yssingeaux in the morning. I wear about 2 layers of heat-tech, a sweater, a jacket and a coat and ear muffs and a scarf. Have to lug a body over my shoulders- Chef shoes, chef jacket, chef trousers and chef file. That alone makes me a full bodied chef-in-training. AND I LOVE THIS NEW ROUTINE despite having lab from 6 to 1pm and then french classes then taking the 20 minute walk back home past the kebab shop and resisting all urges to make fastfood a part of my daily diet. Its so satisfying. So, so so satisfying.

Dinners are communal, and international. Favourite part of my day. Doors are open and i walk across the hall two steps into a greek kitchen. Ohmygodorgasmicgoodness. Friday we had burrito night and basically everyone in the entire estate- US, came over to wraps and tortillas. 99 bottles of beer and wine on the walls, floors and table of course. Everyone is talking at the same time and its almost impossible to hear a thing. Chinese night yesterday and we had soup, sweet and sour pork, fried rice, broccoli and vegetables and chicken wings and noodles and dumplings. And everything is made from scratch, ginger, garlic, soy sauce and oyster sauce. Even the dumpling skins. 10 minutes into stuffing my face and im suddenly sick of it like i've eaten it all my life. Come to think of it, i have actually have eaten it my entire life. Including rice the day before and the day before that. Have i ever been more asian than i am now? Yes and no. Im not a mud-blood, i repeat, i solemnly swear that i am up to being chinese. (Y)

When everything else dies down to feeling tired and afternoon naps and cleaning up and chasing after dishes and doing laundry and rosetta stone. There's always music and beer. Life is so slow and quiet here in this small town that we find the time to talk a lot about everyone's different lives and finding the adorable lovable things in people that you normally wouldnt have he time or energy to care about if we lived in a different well... if we lived in a city. C'est tout. I LOVE YSSINGEAUX. I love having my own apartment with hot water that goes off sometimes, wifi that dies and a roomate. And im not even being bitter or sarcastic about it. I love having these things taken away from me till all that's left is human pleasure. And by that i mean in the purest sense possible, just talking to people, sharing over food and drinks and dessert. A lot of dessert. And dancing.

The funniest thing ever. Kripton Club. The only other thing apart from bowling thats happening in this town. Somebody heard that it was opened from 9 to 2am. And it was easy to believe such a thing happening in a small town. Turns out clubbing or as my roomate would say disco-techs are the same everywhere. Party people they are pretty much the same in that they love to party. All night long. And given that we are all such drunkards and party people everyday, it was the perfect place for us on a friday night. But hilarious. We expected nothing from a town of nothing-ness. Dressed up, not to the nines. Took the long walk past the town's beautiful cemetery and the residential district of Yssingeaux. Reached Kripton at 11. Entered into an EMPTY club that looked like the lamest thing ever. The front of the club was playing music the likes of “can't touch this” and a horrible remix version of the pirates of the Caribbean theme song. LOL. 3 sections of the club. We went into every part for a while and did our own lame dance moves. Pretty much a soloist party of 8. AND THEN.. it started getting cool-er and no, it isnt the alcohol talking. The music got COOLER. English songs came on and then i started to feel the connection. You know what im talking about right. More people came in and on the dance floor and in 2 minutes, it was a party. They served alcohol that was probably the most diluted i'd ever drank or maybe it was due to the fact that I have been drinking SO MUCH wine and beer here that desperados taste almost like sprite to me now. Im starting to to really like alcohol. Especially when you can have it so cheap here in France. We were dancing like shit-cool. African moves, spanish moves, brazilian moves, greek moves and then me, retarded moves. Invented dances like 'whipping pate a choux' and had the most silly fun, clubbing with a whole new set of people, in a tiny town in France.

I should prolly make my blogposts more interesting and go back to posting normally. more of that another time and more news of little yssingeaux! A bientot! 

I AM EVERYWHERE.

No one could ever understand.   I hate some places. 

Want to win. Want to trust.

nothing here but you and the empty house

Want to get out of here.

11pm Im on board the plane!! Omg I never knew there were so many French people in this city. Its like air france is france. Well, of course.

As much as I think I can speak French, im half lost and completely boggled by this whole experience. I think my ears are growing to take everything in. Its fascinating!! Im in a whole new world!!!

Its about 1am SG time.

I just ate all of my dinner. Airfrance may not be the most comfortable  but the hostesses? What do you call them. Omg they are handsome! Even the old ones, and such nice people. Beats Singapore airlines flat. I think why people say Singapore airlines is the best is prolly because the Singapore hostesses are very nice to the Caucasians? Im referring once again to the way singaporeans treat Caucasians like minor gods/angels.  I nv liked  any of them. I must be jealous.

Watched burlesque, slept tossing and turning and losing my space/time continuity. Woke up to breakfast on my tray and voila, im here! That wasn’t a very long 13 hours afterall.

8am- Lost in airport trying to find the airfrance bus to take us to the city Gare de Montparnasse. But the French are very nice actually. As long as I think you begin with a bonjour monsieur/madame and they know that at least you’re trying to speak French to them. One guy said to me “you speak French yea? Un peu? (a bit)” And I eagerly nodded my head following by burst of oui oui. Perhaps I will be le poisson dans l’eau afterall.

On the bus to Montparnasse and im typing this. IM LOVIN’ FRANCE. So far.

Its 13 degrees out. I don’t even have to wear a coat and im sweating in my layers. Its awesome. Not the sweat. That im not freezing my ass off. Im well prep-ed! WHOOP.

Cant wait to get to the hotel to use the WIFI!!! MES AMIES IM MISSING YOU ALREADY!

I'm leaving tomorrow!!!!!!!!!!!

spontaneity.


Dear Paris, we've got our own jardins here, its called Botanics :D

Photoshoott :)

Makeup, Hair & Photos by EVADNE SEOW :)

Best day ever.

redlightdistrict syndrome

Leaving on a jetplane.

Quick post before i head out to meet manjee,lisa, sihui, debs for dinner. And then visiting pubs with sweetums, jane and beetch!


I am all packed! Minus the little details like toiletries! My bags weigh slightly over 50kg and I have only 2. This is a major achievement despite how ludicrous it sounds because i was expecting 3 luggages and more than 70 kg of weight. 
SO far this leaves me with 7 shirts for PJs, all of my underwear, 7 dresses, a few shorts, ONE towel, 7 teeshirts, 9tanks, 4shorts, 2 skirts, 1 rice cooker, 1 laptop, multiple plugs and a full suitcase of coldwear. Yes I have 2 suitcases and one is for my summer clothes while the other is for coldwear. Looking at what I have as compared to what i HAVE (at home), this is basically me, living like a sheep. And by that i mean of course in a wildly exaggerated manner that i have only one fur/wool coat. 


Things to get done but i havent are all my cards and photos for everyone. This reminds me of my mom telling me in primary school to get my cards done for my teachers on teachers' day when i already had them all done because i was so excited about making cards. At present day however, i would rather use the excuse that i have to finish watching Cougartown before i leave simply because Funshion does not support Mac. (Please china people, I know you all love apples!) And something else which i was just about to type but i forgot. I blame it on being ill. I am officially in a state of flu in owl city. 


I love you all. Despite my failing memory. 

hahahahhahahahahahhahahahhahahahhahahaaaa

Fighting with my brother is like breaking up with a boyfriend. It makes me cry for days. And everytime i see him i want to cry again. :'(
It was his birthday today, yesterday, today, yesterday.... TODAY and I couldnt sing his birthday song. 


I <3 Peanut. 


Au revoir!

10 days.

As of 4 days ago, i havent done anything else except go out and get stuff.

So updates...

1. I've got new frames! Like spectacle frames!

2. I've bought boots for the cold season

3. Gone scouting for the new macbk and a phone and a camera.

and lastly!
I've also had my private ballet lessons which has left me in sores and bruises. Now everybody will know how old i truly am.


It's finally Sunday again, and im glad for a day off running around orchard road. But then, this leaves me to be at home, scouting, once again, because my parents do nothing for this trip, for hotels in none other than the paris city. Fashion and food capital of ze world!! (yea, i was trying to sound like Tyra Banks right there and no the French dont talk like that really) I've been doing so much for this trip i feel like im about to spend my entire life there and not come back.

In shorter times and  goals, Im going to the gym today. Working on the things my ballet coach asked me to do and learning French.

Another busy week ahead, french, ballet, doctor's appointments and now that i've created a self-important fb event about my leaving... have friends to meet.


HUFF AND PUFF! <3

Patapouffe

3023

Grieving over breko. :'(

Friday night. 

And i had a mini war with myself.

Im awfully scared of the dark. And i was presented with a situation. 

Brave the rain................... Or go back to school  to get my umbrella.

Because the rain isnt dark, but my school was. And i had left my umbrella there and i was the only one left and i didnt know where the light switches were.I went back in the end. But nearly split my nerves when i touched something and that something made a sound. Ran so fast i forgot to breathe.

And as it just so happens, im typing this post at the exact same time as im recounting this episode to my friend and likewise to this post. You know how everybody talks about alternate universes. Well. If this is reality and im recounting my life experiences to my computer, my alternate self would be talking to a friend about the exact same thing. And if let's say this is reality and im doing the same thing to my computer and my friend at the exact same time, like split screen and shit. Then my alternate self would probably be talking to sheep and goats and cats and dogs and chickens about the exact same thing. WowcHickAbowWow.

My friend asks me "Why did you run"

"cause it was awfully quiet

and my heart was beating so fast

and my imagination took me to places

and i was just twisting my fingers wishing nothing would happen

and that finger twitched and hit something

and that something made a sound which sounded 10 times louder than it actually would had sounded in my elevated paranoia. so i ran, no i jumped first and ran. 

no i think i probably rumped like jump + run."

I was rumping.                   no shit sherlock.

And i won me. :)

Find someone more interesting than me.
And let me occupy your mind.

Vday 2011

Valentine's day = Single awareness day
Which doesnt explain why it blew everyone's minds to catastrophic proportions and inflated and deflated some hearts; it doesnt explain why i showered 3 times that day and showered only twice today and every other day i do that routine only once and out of purely being forced to.
Its safe to say that i was bitter yesterday and annoyed. And perhaps i played it all in my head but i also imagined girls holding large bouquets of flowers looking at me in a way that said "where's yours" After which i imaginably smirked at them and stomped.. no wait.. strinkled past them. Strinkled = Strut + Slinked.Talked to nash and he agreed, agreed in a way that said send those goddamned flowers to her house if not carry it for her. Which is blatantly true, witnessed guys carrying bunches and their girlfriends... empty-handed. My mom said flowers arent just meant for vday. That was when i came up with love needs no exhibition #vday haters.
Honestly i walked down orchard and i was blinded. not a by-the-sun-barney kinda way.  And dont say its cause i have no one. It isnt. I've never been one for the exhibition or the sweet stuff that you cant eat. I did go through it once and said aww and thank you and all the things im expected to say. I also gave out 60 stalks of daisies. Anyway I was bitter. but not for the reasons you think.


The adamn and eve prototype. Thats what everyone is reduced to on valentine's. A bunch of couples just waiting to eat that forbidden fruit and go poof in 2012.

I really hate studying.


How do you feel about justin bieber with his movie and autobiography and his world 2.0? He used to be cool.

born this way.

v inspired by gaga. 

Hi
I just got a massive headache. From thinking too much and getting frustrated at my failed visualizations. If you dont know what im talking about... well here is the explaination- I just spent 4 hours literally. Since i came home from Ikea at 6pm till now, 10pm. ARRANGING FURNITURE around my room, in my head! Get it? Get it? ~~~~~~ViSuAliZaTionS~~~~~~~~~ And nothing seems to be working. Because im trying to compact things, but i dont have enough space for anything. Not even a wardrobe. So guess who's going to be naked outside now hahahhahahaha i kid.

Hallelujah.

1 feb 2011


ONE MONTH GONE.

wow. Pretty soon chinese new year will be gone too and the truth will finally dawn on everyone's heads that the year has finally begun. It will be the end of all holidays, christmas breaks, chinese new year visiting, and no one will have another excuse to relax, save for the minuscule one day breaks like.... Labour day. *rolls eyes*


With this presuming doom is also a change in my bedtimes. Possibly a reminder that as Im getting ready to start school in France, i will no longer be able to sleep till 2 in the afternoon. or wake up at 11am everyday naturally and having that be considered "early". Then again its a 7hr difference in Paris. Its 6am here and 11pm there. Guess what, im just getting tired. What a perfect time to go to sleep. 


What have I been doing since 2011 started? 
Getting my French application done.
Learning French.
Ballet classes.
Doctor's appointments.
Baking.
Meetups.
Starbucks sessions.
Avoiding text msgs.
Learning how to survive on my own.
Cooking and cleaning up after myself.
Trying to follow my new years resolutions with pride.


Unfortunately, I've had mild drowning issues i.e depression and an inexplicable worry now that i've found out that the majority of the 24 students at my school is above the age of 29. 
Minus all that and i've been fairly happy. I've been saving money. Yet finding it disappear all at once. I havent been garang with any new changes or challenges unless you count touching someone's butt and trying sheesha for the first time. (Which btw is not fun, tastes like nothing and scratches your throat and makes you sleepy if not high) And I have been treating my parents better, except with more loss of mind and temper moments. I guess having about 34 years of age gap doesn't make it very easy to get along with a 19 year old temperamental teen with tyroid. 


Life has been..... busy. 


I just got told there's a French exam that awaits me the week after the week after chinese new year. Who said anything about exams? I never paid for a frickin exam!? It's not fair. 
If i fail this one. Guess where im going? To the bottom of the pile again. Where over there lies no pot of gold and not even the end of a rainbow. Over there lies disappointment. Nothing else to it. 
I don't think i will fail. I just have to study more. More sessions at starbucks. Less morning cartoons and top model. 


And for valentines, I will be helping faith with her chocolove booth. And for Valentines, I will be.... home alone. with peanut. 
Shes awfully lucky you know? She doesn't have to worry about love. We keep her sheltered. 
I on the other hand. Am a hopeless wreck because i don't know how to tell the person i love that i love him. 

99 beer bottles on the wall
100 crystal castles in the air.

The right track to go with the day.

This is a like post. Not a like, like the facebook kind of like. But a like, like the comparison of two things similar in meaning. A like of two truths like irony staring right in your face.


I haven't been here in awhile like my french application that took a status of hiatus because I had no money.
But it hasn't been that long like the interval between rains in singapore. Yet it has felt like an eternity like two empty days in eternal loneliness.


This is a post like the jellybean box i just finished. A post about the pieces in my life that have been going on, are going on, have past. Things i've forgotten about or have been too important to waste on a single post, yet like the chinese calligraphy and the selling of Chinese new year decorations, are too important to be on a single post that will be ignored by masses.


Like a mouse that misses it's cheese. I miss awkwardness. Pure sensible awkwardness that mean a lot of things in the absence of its own melody. Mice don't really eat cheese do they. Only the whitest and luckiest mouse like the touch of fresh snow and the taste of falling snowflakes get to eat cheese. I would know, I've tasted snowflakes. But only in the purest sense of mind, with a broken leg.


Like the apple pie i baked the other day, like the movies i watched and like the tears i cried, I've been feeling the most energy i've felt in forever. But with holes. Loopholes if you might call it. Based on a concrete evidence of knowing something that's been missing, but evidently and purposely evading and avoiding it. As such, I've as of now, found myself stuck one foot in, like stepping through thin ice and finding a hole with your Ugged feet, a fish buried at the utmost end.


If there seems to be no end to your confusion like the mysteries of the Bermuda Triangle. I beg you to garner all your courage and all your heart and all your love that you have ever felt for me; like the love you've felt for a person good enough you wanted to save; and call me.


I have a bladder that's as erratic as singapore's rain. A period that accentuates my pee times. By accentuate i mean of course shorten like the shorter days, and shorter sleeptime in winter.


Muscle spasms. Like stroke.
I have tremendous muscle spasms that result in my arms being paralysed like a degeneration of a young body destroyed by second-hand smoke. In such dark times, a simple movement leaves me stoned for a half hour with a face that pretends to be in deep thought but a mind that is forever screaming "help me". Like the cake my sister ruined with frozen milk and baked. "help me." God save the raspberry-pandan butter sponge.


Definitely, maybe. Like the Kama Sutra.
A love guru type of movie that brings so many levels of heart-tugging and almost-epiphany moments. The complexity and development of the characters. The information that  we'll always be a little bit in love with someone else while we are still in love. The circle life of love itself. All like the great feeling you get when you find the right track to go with the day.
Again, proof of how music can reveal the tiniest things in life with SO MUCH truth. (like the facebook pages of little ticks of human psychology- the internet sociology experiment that actually worked despite how annoying it was)


Becoming Jane like finding the lost pain of the lost love with the still-there qualities.


Like my French application which took a hiatus cause i did not receive my visa letter. Like the signing up of my international health student insurance. Like the final confirmation of my acceptance because i wrote a letter that killed and pulled at heart strings like the "sutra" in Kama-Sutra. Like the pink pills that's supposed to make my heart beat slower and my hands stop shaking,  I find myself suddenly scared.


Like the worry that envelopes you when you finally get what you want and you wonder if that's what's really going to make you happy.


Like the mid-life crisis that leaves you all alone while everyone else operates like the seams of New York City.


Like this eternal abandonment I'm feeling.


Like this dark place I'm going.


Like the shiny knife short enough to go right through.


Like the loneliness I expect to find..


Like the empty stomach with no parents.


Like the pills i'm a slave to everyday, that's supposed to improve my life, and take away my pain


I have been accepted to the Ecole Nationale Supérieure de la Pâtisserie, En France. I will be leaving my life behind on the 30th of March 2011. I have spent a year in transit. I have spent a long time feeling happy. I have spent a longer time feeling sad. I have spent an eternity making everyone wait for me. I have spent a lifetime procrastinating and growing old. I have been to hell and come back. 


I have been ungrateful. Like the bird that would rather die than be trapped in the cage of life but the cage of lost freedom.

Full Moon Tonight.

i can hear you from the moon

Countdown 2011

New Year's Post.

huh? haha

I had no idea where this came from! But i love this picture! its like so spontaneous!

Those sauce cups held v bad cheap wine and raw Bacardi 

huh? X2

huh? x3

huh? x4

huh? x5

Awesome-ness in the clake quay square....

Britney and Gaga comes to singapore!!!

HE. 

Is soooo HOT.

(derrick barry/ Britney spears)

FYI: We were never drunk nor tipsy. Just a pure natural exhilaration high from being HAPPY. :)

Anyway it was probably the greatest end to a year, ever. For as long as i can remember (i.e before 2010) I spent new years at home not even bothering to watch the countdown on TV. and then hearing the sound of the fireworks and popping my head lamely out the window to search for it. Even though i knew i would never be able to see the fireworks from my apartment. This year, i really felt like i concluded something and like it was the start of something new. And someone told me rabbits and goats are friends. I guess goats dont eat rabbits right? So whatever's up with the Astrological signs or what's NOT up with it (ABCnews has announced its all a fluke/fake http://abcnews.go.com/US/video/zodiac-change-whats-sign-now-12614031) I hope its gonna be a good year for me.

I feel happy.

Together with...
Last and First clubbing experience of the year
Last and First pee of the year
Last and First Rebel of the year
Last and First drink of the year
so on and so forth.

And all things French.

What I did for 01012011

Or more accurately, a day before. When i decided to call my craziest funniest 2 friends together to do "the things we never did in 2010 and will do before 2011". Of which this included dying via the means of too much icecream and more painless, delicious ways of death list. Well, we never really got anything done except repeating the question "so what do you wanna do?". Taking a bunch of useless pictures that cracked us up so bad. Went to a roof. And took the lift down and up.... and down.... and up..... and DOWN. Because it was clearly, the highlight of our entire day. And cause there were hot dudes halfway down the clear-glass elevator.

My Cherrybomb <3

And then we asked ernest to smile.....

If you scroll up and down again at the last few shots and just looked at his face.. you would perhaps notice that his face looks.... like he's in the process of the big O. 

*Rolls eyes*

BYE!

I found God on the corner of 1st and Amistad

TOO ECSTATIC FOR WORDS.

*cue* AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

<3

Happy Birthday Lisa 221210

Happy Birthday Lisa! :)

A trip to a almost vegan restaurant Platypus, pastas all round. A super fail walkaround to "find out if lisa likes anything" and obviously she was too smart for us and a dessert round with icecream that never came and a BnJ trip that never worked out so we ended up at... Canele! Doing a christmas lucky draw/ secret santa. Having... cakes which are surprisingly v good despite everyone saying how they have a major fall in standard and all the inside kitchen stories ive heard about their staff... Good enough for a pastry boutique, not good enough for the prices though. Over-hyped, really. I see them clearing out in the middle of the DAY and every night. Oh, they do serve a really good cabonara. Super creamy and lots of sinful shit and the egg in the middle. Just the way i like it :)

God water.

Nice nails, nice angle. nice Polaroid. shake it! Shake shake it! Shake it like a polaroid picture!

I didnt bring her present. >< So she's holding sihui's!

oh yeah there was a gift exchange too.