Thursday, July 30, 2015
Wednesday, July 29, 2015
We went to pick up our local specialist first - her name was Elizabeth - by the Arc de Triumph and we took a nice city tour on the coach towards Notre Dame. Only seven of us did not sign up for the optional experiences today (Notre Dame tour and going up the Eiffle tower). I didn't feel that we needed to ascend the tower as it was just to see the whole of Paris from a vantage point. Least to say, we didn't need to see Paris from a vantage point. Anyway, we were dropped off near Notre Dame, and while the others went on the walking tour with commentary, I became tour guide for us seven and also took them to Notre Dame for pictures. As I've been here before (MUSSOC Paris Tour 2015) I was kinda familiar with getting to Notre Dame from where we were. It wasn't very far anyway. We snapped some pictures of the facade of the cathedral, then went in. It wasn't very late, maybe around 9 am when we got there, so the crowd was still relatively decent. Being inside the cathedral brought proud memories of our final performance to the public. I was proud to tell the others who had followed us, of my experience here in Paris. We walked around the cathedral being tourists and at about quarter to ten, we left for the latin quarters to have a look. However, our trip to the place was cut short by a tempting souvenir store. By the time my mum and grandma bought some magnets, it was about time to leave. We quickly walked down the walkway to where we were dropped off and waited for the others and the bus. It felt great to be early, for once.
So for half an hour, we chatted with Peter and got to know him a little better. For his privacy's sake, obviously I'm not going to explain what we talked about, but I am able to tell you that it was a very interesting conversation that I would probably remember years from now.
Tuesday, July 28, 2015
Returning to our room, feeling dead tired we cleaned up and got ready for bed. We had to prepare gratuity for the director and driver, which was a foreign concept to us. Usually, we just pay tax. Anyway, that was done, and after that, I prepared a small little thank you note and a gift each, then slid it into the envelope and back into my mum's bag.
Monday, July 27, 2015
Sunday, July 26, 2015
Saturday, July 25, 2015
A man on a Vespa came riding down the dusty road, dressed rather smartly. He stopped and askes a farmer who was having a siesta next to his donkey what the time was. The farmer peeled open one eye, and then reached towards his donkey and cups its balls. "Almost 10 o clock", he said. Confused, the Vespa man asked again. Appearing slightly agitated at having his snooze interrupted, he lifted the donkey's balls and repeated the time. The Vespa man eyed the farmer in disbelief and reluctantly set his watch to the given time. When the Vespa man returned on the same road, he stopped in front of the farmer, who was still snoozing, and asked confidently for the time. "Again?" The farmer questioned and begrudgingly did the same action as he had before. "7.10". The Vespa man looked at his watch in shock and exclaimed, "It's exactly 7.10 on the dot! How can you tell by lifting your donkey's balls?" The farmer looked at him and turned to his donkey and lifted the balls. It showed that there was a clock tower located in the distance behind them, obscured by his donkey's balls.
My mun bought some stuff for my grandparents (her parents) and a belt for herself. I saw this leather-bound book which was absolutely gorgeous. I'd love to get one, but conditions do not permit me to buy heavy stuff. So I didn't get anything. We then had free time to do whatever we liked, but since we've already walked around the square, there wasn't much left to see, so we just chilled on the stone benches until 5.50pm
Friday, July 24, 2015
Tomorrow, we go to Florence!
Thursday, July 23, 2015
Wednesday, July 22, 2015
Tuesday, July 21, 2015
So we did some sightseeing, enjoyed the cooling weather and took more pictures. Around 10pm (it looked like 8) we headed back and I beelined for the tub when we got back to the room. Soaked for about 20 minutes after first taking a shower.
Monday, July 20, 2015
Anyhow, we took our pictures - I snapped some for my parents and grandma and obliged for mine to be taken with them, took some shots of the arches and pillars, the windows and the ceilings. After that, we exited the cathedral and snapped a couple more. We had about another half an hour for lunch. We had snagged some food from the hotel breakfast buffet and I had an apple (Imsochubbynowomg). We rested on the stone steps of the cathedral. There was man who appeared like a labour worker, another man dressed more cleanly sat next to him eating bread. His silver hair looked greasy, the shirt that covered his bulging belly was faded and had dirty stains on it. I didn't give him much thought, nor my attention. But from the corner of my eye, I noticed him reaching out for a paper cup before his booted feet, which I had not noticed, and immedietly realised that he was a begger. He jangled the cup and muttered angrily what I heard to be "fuck". Suddenly he took out the three coins in his cup and threw them away at the passing crowd of locals and tourists, then hurled spit at them in what I believed to be an angry response to his fate. I then quickly signaled my mum and told her in mandrin to move my grandma away from the fuming gentleman. He was then hurling cusses at a group that walked past. I didn't want to stand nearby. Understand that my reaction isn't because he's a stinking beggar. The way I interpreted the situation, he seemed to recognise the irony of his fate. Here he was in front of the church, a place supposedly for the poor and the outcast, but he isn't receiving any help. What's more, thousands of tourists throng the area, passing by without so much as batting an eyelash. One would think that perhaps out of the 15 tourists that pass by each time, one would drop a coin or two into the cup, but we all know this is reality. The able don't really do much about such people. We ignore it. We ignore the tragedy that appears before our eyes. Perhaps it's fear? Fear that our money given out of a good deed would be misused by the beggers, or perhaps it would simply be easier to ignore them and pretend we don't see them. Someone else would help them, right? This is the mentality of the world. Even more ironic, as my mum pointed out, there was a protest against food wastage and the protesters were giving out day-old bread to people. They didn't offer it to the begger.
Sunday, July 19, 2015
We checked into The Golden Tulip Hotel, 5 star I'd reckon, or maybe 4. The rooms were fancy despite it's tight space. And an even better plus, free wifi! (Side note: I kinda hate how I can't seem to live without wifi).
Friday, July 17, 2015
Since graduation - no, since my family touched down in the UK, I've been eating so much. And my mum complains I've gotten fat ==
Asides from the rain and chilly weather, graduation was, well, not as emotionally charged as I thought it was going to be. If anything else, I was struggling not to yawn so conspicuously during the speeches. Even made it across the platform without embarrassing myself, as seen in the 10 second vid I posted on instagram (wayhey!) Managed to toss my motar, and snap various pictures with friends who came (love you guys) and have some fancy cakes and champagne. Now that that's all over, it still doesn't really feel like I've graduated. Perhaps it has to do with doing masters in the next academic year. I do look forward to staying in the new house though - it's a place I've visited often enough to feel at home.
We've finally left Nottingham after feeding my friends with home cooked food for two days, and by the looks of it, it's gonna be a very long and tiring trip around Europe. Call me a wet blanket, but I prefer to stay home and be indoors, maybe occasionally leave the house for some social interaction but I like my time alone and sometimes peace and quiet. (Read: personal time alone)
Now that we've sort of begun our travelling, I wish to just stay in the hotel/hostel and chill. Sounds like I'd probably make a horrible travelling buddy. Lol.
Anyway, we'll see how London and Europe goes. For now, cheers from Peckham!
Friday, July 10, 2015
After having a chat with a friend last night, only was I told and reminded I could still access the university libraries with my card and ID. I slapped my forehead in sudden realisation. 'Why didn't I even try the library?!'
So here I am in the computer lab happily soaking and basking in the joy of internet usage and wifi.
Another thing, at least my (now ex) housemates left me food in abundance (thanks guys!) Now I have more rice and spaghetti than I can ever eat in a whole year. (It's only 5 bags of 1kg rice and several packs of Tesco spaghetti - come on) not to mention various assortments of frozen food and chicken (I'm sure they're still edible, right? Expiry date: January 2015)
At least I can save money on food. Just a few more days till back up arrives!! (re-read that as 'family') As my friend so curtly put it, I am now a poverty stricken child (student). Even my phone credit is down to 42p.
Second news, I'm heading to Japan in August! Sorry guys, you'll have to hold off your welcome home party till later. I'll only touch down in Ipoh on the 17th, possibly, unless I can't get my visa done between my arrival in KL and my departure for Narita. I'm sure it'll go well.
If anyone back home wishes to watch me strut across the stage in heels and maybe hope for me to fall down and embarrass myself in front of fellow graduates and families, or maybe just to hear the dean pronounce my name wrongly, here is the link for the live feed [graduation video]
My ceremony is at 3pm British Summer time, 13th July 2015. Peeps in Malaysia, that would mean 10pm. Yes, it's free to watch online. And yes the pipe music is weird, and a bit creepy.
To spare you guys from having to ask me how I feel about my graduation, here's my answer: 'I have no bloody idea.' You could say I'm feeling apathetic at the moment, or maybe too excited till my emotions have ceased to be excitable (?) no idea. Maybe it'll get worked up when the family finally arrives in the UK, or maybe when I'm about to walk across the platform and hope I won't trip and embarrass myself. Also note to self, try not to cry, or sob or have a melt down.
Wednesday, July 1, 2015
As I was walking from my house, I was thinking to myself, 'Ah, humans are full of complaints.' This was regards to me complaining it was too cold and wet when it should be warm, and now it's too hot and I wish it was cold again. Ah, human nature.