MEANINGLESS RAMBLINGS....

6months, 180 days.... wow. As i look at my almost empty corner of my room, i cant help but want to say "well done, i did it."

Being in France, a country that i love to hate.... and hate to love, for the past 6 months was indeed and eye opening experience. New friendships forged, new places visited, doing new stuff. i've probably grown so much more here, than in army.

i have a supportive family back home, and my adopted family here to keep me sane (or insane for that matter). Thanks to them, i've gained so much here. And i realised that in life, there are certain risks and certain sacrifices you have to make if you want something to happen. I managed to pass my courses..... despite not studying that much. To me, studying wasnt the most important thing here... i flew halfway around the world to see the world. And in a way, i feel like the luckiest person right now.

*My thoughts are really random right now so i am spewing out nonsense*

3 more hours before i take the tram.... i am going to miss so many things here..... the sights and sounds of Vieux Lyon, the view of Croix Rousse from Pont Bonaparte that never ceases to take my breath away..... the Fourviere which we mounted countless times.... Parc tete d'or. I realised i may never come back here again....

But i think its time for me to go home.... i am really going to miss this shitty place that i now call my second home. And its always better to leave when u are feeling high.... than to leave hating it....

So. Au Revoir Lyon.... i will miss you. really. And to my friends.... may u achieve the best in life and may we meet again in the future!

Bisous

One last weekend, one last burst of fire, one last BBQ. 4 days from now i will be heading home. And these are the people that have made this exchange possible

Fernando, Me, Marcos, Christiano, Damien

Isabela, Luis, Martha

Tytti and new found love Thomas

Chris, Damien, Jose Miguel

Martha and Dali

Marcos, Me and Sundeep

Ale and Me

We were giving out awards that nite and i'm happy to tell you i won 2 awards. The Drunkard and the Funniest Drunkard award.... hehe. I DID SINGAPORE PROUD!!!

4 days and counting and slightly dreading it.

Nuff said.

fucking pig.... good riddance in 5 days. Not for the fainted hearted...

Well actually more like 4 days but i am almost certain that we will be doing something tonite as well.

Monday:

Kelvin came to visit for the 2nd time. We discovered some new places that i have NEVER seen before... which makes me wonder what the hell i have been doing for the past 6 months.

a gorgeous outdoor pool just beside the Rhone.... totally perfect for me to laze around and people watch and tan myself crazy. i would love to go there someday.... within the next 7 days hehe.

and i never knew that i could walk to Perrache from Bellecour and there was this amazingly grand statue thingy of..... i dunno who.

and then i brought him to Montrochet to see the UGLY BLACK PROSTITUTES!!! ahahah. and they were still there!!! Working under the hot sun!! haha judging from what they were wearing (or not wearing), i dun think they were as hot as we were.

And then we wanted to see Stade de Gerland, and got ridiculously lost for a while. and Kelvin went into a public toilet and got trapped inside while it was auto-cleaning... LOL!!! Luckily only his bottom half was wet.... And after one hour of walking we realised that Stade de Gerland was fenced off.... and we were like asked the security why....

"Pourquoi on peut pas entrer?" (Why cant we enter?)

"il y a un concert" (there is a concert)

"de qui?" (of who)

"Rrr-olling stones" (self explanatory)

"ooooooh!"

HAHAH i LOVE it when the stupid french pple try to gag themselves on the Rs. and then me and kelvin were like oooohing like some suaku person who doesnt know Rolling Stones were performing that evening..... Sorry can. i not that era one.

Tuesday:

Hoirul came to visit..... so i brought him to the usual places. nothing much happened. Except that i guess i now know a lot more about him that i used to. Dead beat... very hot.

Wednesday:

Huilin came from Singapore to visit me. At first i thought it would be wierd, considering since i havent seen her since her 21st bday.... which was 3 years ago. budden it turned out to be quite good actually. talked a lot about dance and primary school people. talk about how shitty it is to study abroad. complain complain complain. haha singaporeans that their best. COMPLAIN!

and then at nite i met the rest at Croix Rousse for a reunion with our french prof. She's the best prof anyone can have!!! second after Nicolas Chaplin!! Had some stuff to drink at an al fresco pub at 7... with empty stomachs.... *growling* hungry hungry.

and then we started to learn how to play petanque! OUR FIRST TRY!!! until it started raining 5mins into the game. LOL. haha

and then we went to this indian kebab stall in Vieux Lyon which i thought looked TOTALLY SHADY... like they served 100year old meat and stuff. But it turned out to be the BEST FREAKING TANDOORI KEBAB i have ever eaten in my LIFE!!! and the indian sauce which was like how spicy!! SHIOKNESS to the MAXNESS.

Thursday:

The highlight of the week! FETE DE LA MUSIQUE!!! something which i read about the first month studying french... but never got to experience it.... so much so that i thought it was an urban festival myth and its just something the french pple cooked up to put in the textbook.

The whole evening was too surreal. I had no grasp of how time passed...

a very pissed Tytti who's sick of waiting for people. HAHA.

We went to Hotel de Ville to listen to some music... new agey crap with wood flutes and chanting of some sort. And then i met Hokito and his group of immersion frens and we started talking and some more complaining!!! and by then i was already half drunk... and then Laura appeared out of nowhere. She seems to be appearing out of nowhere recently. i've probably seen her more times this week than the past 6 months combined. And then some live percussion band interupted the new ageists bullcrap. (thank god) and they were so good!!! thats what i call party music!!

and then we had such a hard time deciding where to go next because we had no idea where the venues were.... and the fact that we were all drunk by the time it was 9.30pm (??)

And then some of us engaged in some amateur Capoiera... FUCKING FUNNY SHIT i tell you. in the middle of the road.... crazy ass shit.

and then i cant remember what we did but we got stuck at some junction for a VERY LONG TIME.....some people disappeared to go to the toilet. and then we had to wait for some other pple who were arriving.... then fernando and i went to a restaurant to use their toilet which was underground. While waiting for him to be done, i was doing some crazy ass dance in front of the mirror..... until i realised a waiter was looking at me from above.... SOMEONE SHOOT ME PLEASE!!! so embarrassing!! (i was drunk, dun judge me)

we got so bored we started drawing on Tytti's arm. (this has got to be the craziest nite EVER)

dancing dancing dancing our lives away!!

and then i dun really know what happened.... someone (i think sundeep) came to hug me and said thank you.... and then i started crying.... i dunno why. Once you open the floodgates, there aint no stoppin. And then i just cried and cried and everyone started hugging everyone else. it just suddenly hit me that i may NEVER come back to lyon again.... and there is a very high chance that we might NEVER see each other again after 7 more days.... despite the fact that we promised to visit one another whenever possible.... i just felt very sad at that moment.

after the waterworks were done.... we walked.... and someone decided it was funny to blow up a condom balloon. AHAHA which was quite funny actually. and they threw it into the crowd. HAHA. and then we cried summore.

some man-on-man hugging.... i am gonna miss them all man.... and then we arrived at place Bellecour after what feels like 10 hours. And we bought some stuff to eat. i bought a crappy kebab and some fries while the rest indulged on some nutella crepes. They were crazy enuff to ask the vendor to give them the empty nutella bottles so they can dig the remainder and eat it using their fingers. GROSSS!!!!!! ahaha

i am super stressed because

1. i found out yesterday that i failed ANOTHER module... and i have to sit for the re-exam next thursday, one day before i leave. And i am still waiting for the results of one last paper. AND IF, god forbid, i fail that one too, i have to take the re-exam on the day i leave!!! (*GASP*).... which means no partying on thursday nite. CRAP.

*update yay i passed my final exam!!! NO RATTRAPAGE!! WOOTS!!! totally psyched right now!!*

2. I am left with 8 days and there are tonnes of shit i havent done. like closing my bank account, PACKING, getting my stupid transcripts, arranging a time for the concierge to come check my room. SOOooo screwed.

3. i havent bought any presents for my family!!!

4. I have to basically choose my Final YEar Project before i leave cos the deadline is 2july. And i have only narrowed down to 10 choices.... when i could have chosen 20.

5. and did i mention i have to study??

so screwed... and so stressed. so little time...

last week, JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE performed in Lyon..... but i didnt go because i had exams that week. And i was super upset.

AND THEN I REALISED CHRISTINA AGUILERA IS PERFORMING IN SINGAPORE ON THE 30th of JUNE.... the day i arrive in Singapore. BUT I HAVE TO EAT DINNER WITH MY FAMILY!!! you have GOT to be kidding me.

i.....am..... devastated. Britney Spears please have your comeback soon and come to Singapore for your Concert. Thanks

havent had much time the past week, having exams and all so here's a rundown of events that happened last week!

1. Nite before Andreas left, we went to Pont Guillotiere and drink ourselves crazy, even with 2 more exams looming ominously. Fantastic weather, great company and booze! what's lacking is toilets.... finding public toilets in europe is like finding gold. u can NEVER EVER find toilets....so you end up peeing in the alleys... or you can always buy a kebab and use their toilet.... which was what i did! i was so drunk i was skipping and hopping to the shop like some spastic wierdo. HAHA. good times.

this is ugly, sick and absolutely AMAZING..... i wanna dance like them.

KAN NI NA BU CAO JI BAI!!!! i need to scream out those words!! somehow, swearing in singlish/hokkien makes the swearing so much more like you mean it. And its damn fucking shiok.

i just realised i need to take the fucking ji bai rattrapage next friday for Hydrology. FUCK MAN!!!! FUCK WHOEVER INVENTED NEGATIVE MARKING!!!! i cant even get 10 out of 20 questions correct!!! CRAPness to the Max-ness!!!

and today for the fucking Structural paper, i almost passed out doing it. Now i know why i chose not to take higher level structural modules in NUS. ITS SO FUCKING TEDIOUS!!! test this test that test test test test one million things, test until i want to go crazy!!! see the fucking text book see until i BLUR!!!

and i only managed to do one question out of 2.... i'm quite sure i can get at least an 8/10 for the first one, but the second question i had ZERO clue what its talking about..... so i basically dumped some formulas in and hoping to get some sympathy marks. i need a 10 to pass..... then i wouldnt have to take the reexam....

i would DIEEEEE if i had to retake this module. i was this close to writing " S'il vous plait. Je suis etudiant d'echange. Laissez-moi reussi l'examen!!!" (which means please i am an exchange student, let me pass the exam). i was THAT desperate.

The only consolation was i think i did pretty well for my oral exam. i managed to answer the questions the prof gave me. Budden i was explaining to him some crap problem of negative friction in deep foundation... something that was extra that he didnt ask me but just to prove i know something else.... so i began blabbering about it, thinking that i was in the correct path and basically being a smart ass.

And just before i stood up and left, he told me, negative friction occurs in soil that is "molle" as in soft, not "mouillé" as in wet as i originally thought. OMG.... SOMEONE SHOOT ME NOW!!! fucking embarrassing. big BOO BOO!! Damn those similar spellings.

OKayzzzz..... one last exam to go before i study for the ji bai rattrapage. And i have absolutely NO idea how the format is going to be like.... no past year papers to refer to.... big fat sigh. This is going to be exciting.

Bored outta my fucking mind, trying to understand deep foundations, i surfed the net and came across 2 wonderful articles. One is the definition of INTROVERT (yes i am an introvert), while the other is an Acceptance Speech by Professor Shih Choon Fong, President of NUS who talks about choosing your path in life, whether u want to be a Koi, a Bluefish or an Atlantic Salmon.

you can read the 2 articles here and here. It's worth your time so enjoy!

we are down to the last roll of toilet paper.... and somehow, it seems like i'm the only person who's "noticed" it.... and it comes down to this.... whoever's gonna break first's gonna buy the toilet paper.... and since we are down to the final 3 weeks, no one seems to wanna fork out the extra cash..... I RESENT THIS!!!

1. i bring down the trash. EVERY.SINGLE.TIME

2. i scoop up the gunk in the shower. EVERY.SINGLE.TIME. I dun even know how they can drop so much hair!!! fucking balding donkeys!!!!

3. i bought the last packet of toilet paper

4. i'm the only one who bothers to wish my dishes right after i use them

5. i was the last person who bought oil and condiments for our cooking space

6. i'm the only person who bothers to clean up the fucking hot plate after use....

I AM NOT YOUR FUCKING MAID, YOU 2 SELF CENTRED, HAIR DROPPING, ASS LICKING piece-a ASSWIPES!!! FUCK U 2, UNDERSTAND!!!!

Last weekend that Andreas is going to be around. So we went BBQ-ing at Feyssine yesterday evening.... And since its his last weekend.... he decided it would be funny to burn his notes.

In Singapore we always talk about burning our notes after we are done with our exams, but secretly, none of us have ever done that.... No-action-talk-only KIASU singaporeans...tsk tsk. I've even seen Dali burning her US fake ID when she turned 21. HAHA

burn, burn, BURN those damned french notes!

KR dancers please take note of isolation exercises... watch video above for inspirations. HAHA


On a totally unrelated note.... this should satisfy all you sick bastard's fantasy about woman at construction sites.... haha ass and boobs galore! haha. Take note of the last 30 secs with the triple drilling action....BOUNCING BOOBIES!

1. Stinky feet. Might be the constant change in weather. Give me my sun back.

2. Addicted to play MSN online games... no thanks to Siwei.

3. 5 exams in total, 1 language, 1 MCQ (damn the negative marking.... whoever came up with the whole NEGATIVE marking crap should be killed), 1 Oral and 2 Written. Everyone, let's all pray that i can pass the first time round.

4. Karaoke singing last nite, with super cheesy fake music that was downloaded from the net. I concuss-ed less than 1 1/2 hours, due to the 8hrs of lessons i had earlier, while the rest were singing their lives away.... Brain dead.... brain fried. Fortunately campus security didnt come a knockin' cos our friends from the next block could hear us. LOL.

5. Speaking of lessons.... NO MORE LESSONS FOR ME!! YessssSS!!! (*jumps up and down for joy*)

6. I have been running.... does my face look less... round??

7. Crazy weather makes for excellent photos!