and so it is that i spend my sunday not going out. what a waste. today being the first sunday of the month, all museums have free entry to the public. i want so much to see versailles and its famed castles, and centre george pompidou and musee d'orsay too. but the rest of the ppl need to study, haiz... nvm at least i can revise my work too. the math and physics test were more than just fiascos; they are gonna be my most spectacular failures ever. never have i ever left questions entirely blank in my whole life. i was really stumped by electricity and complex numbers. suffice to say the feeling wasnt good when its either a) you dun understand the question at all or b) you are expected to know how to tackle those questions yet you've not learnt them.
this week has seen me having many highs and lows. the first being my physique optiques and chemistry lects and tuts. chemistry was manageable coz the teacher's french is quite clear. but physics was a nightmare. even though my listening has improved slightly, it was still not gd enough to understand completely wat was said, let alone the principles/topics discussed. it was all i could muster to suppress an ever-rising panic and anxiety and yet put on a equanimous front. equally-harrassing was the interaction with the school mates/other international club students. i doubt i can pull off that i-didnt-catch-all-that-uve-said-but-i-think-its-hilarious-still smile again. and i dun think it looks gd too. thankfully the pseudo-bohemian lifestyle of reinforcing french and going to
centre paris a few times weekly helps to offset the daily depressions. at last i gave in to temptations and listened to mp3s on the RER/metro train. the sharp pangs of longing for home wld strike from time to time but all that is duly lost upon arrival at my room, which i shall
affectionately term as 'shithole'. i get very irritated every morning when brushing teeth because the weather would be so cold my legs shake so violently i cant hold my toothbrush properly. and not having a mixed tap sucks. i would have to turn on both the hot and cold one and do some spastic jiggly dance with my hands under both streams just so that i wouldnt get scalded/frozen. it was thus with great relief when i found this room that is big, within walking distance from school, beside the RER station, has a fridge, heating plates and also an en-suite bathroom. indeed a far cry from my shithole and cried far and loud i did when i found out that i couldnt shift there because im bounded by some stupid contract to stay put in that shithole. how screwed up is that. i was so pissed i shot a mail to the directeur of the school. shall await his reply.
ok, the bile-laden part is over. yesterday the whole of paris had this event called 'la nuit blanche', which means white nite literally; whereby activities are held throughout the nite ( kinda like a larger-scale new year countdown celebration). they had this exhibit whereby a laser light was shot from the top of this universitaire up to the top of this hill and then reflected back down. it was all in the aim of re-enacting how the first scientists calculated the speed of light but try as we did, we couldnt find the reception building of the laser. what a let-down. 2000 bikes were available free for rental to ride round paris and see all the
spectacles, and i was glad that i didnt take it even tho i wanted to at first. i wld probably the first person in history to lose his fingers from frostbite while cycling during autumn if i did. at montmartre, they had this spectacle where an 'orchestra' consisting of 300 electric guitars played outside eglise de sacre-coeur.
the music was definitely good, and there was a nice frenchie atmosphere in the air, esp around the area where artists gather, some in their trademark berets and cajole tourists and passer-bys to have their caricatures drawn. for 50 euros i can have my face immortalised on paper. wow, for 50 euros i can eat like a king for a week. the latter wins hands down obviously. the cafes and restaurants did roaring business as all the sidewalks were occupied with plenty of small round tables and people just sit and watch the world go by ( or more appropriately, the ppl go by) while chatting and sipping coffee/downing wine or alcohol/eating authentic french fare at sky-high prices/kissing and petting heavily. opposite the louvre, they had this musical fountain thats really impressive, much better than the one at sentosa. as a precorded message was played on speakers mounted around the fountain, the jets of water to converge to form a 'water screen' such that projections can be made onto it. and i saw, for my first time ever in france, a gay couple kissing. the white man was planting his lips on the black guy's forehead, and the latter did some sort of wiggly action with his head and shrugged his shoulders, as if he was discontented and sa3 jiao1-ing. its hard to describe but i wanted to retch when the white guy hugged him tighter,ostensibly to comfort the black and together they swayed a little from left to right. i then went on to eat my first crepe with nutella. good food has always been an orgasmic ride for me, and this was one of my few moments in france. the man spread such a thick layer of nutella and coupled with the warm crepe, i felt as if i attained nirvana.
next tuesday, theres gonna be an organised strike , country-wide i think. i dunno why im feeling gleeful since theres a very high possibility that i wld have problems going to sch and on to paris for french lessons in the evening. but theres this inexplicable excitement that im feeling. perhaps its the allure of the unknown. shall wait and see what happens. and i cant wait for next weekend where i wld go to Troyes with the school! it shld be quite fun, or rather, it better be. 85 euros is not a small sum haha. till next week.
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