Monday, December 22, 2008

The Day I Have New Hope

My very own "Treaty of Versailles" has set sail. The hope that was lingering beyond the horizon has now surfaced and I can see again. 15 January. A new home for the new year.

Tick tock tick tock. :)

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

The Day I Talk About The Frustration With My Current Predicament

Some of you may know that I've been moving into my new house for quite awhile. You may wonder, "Why is Justin still moving after so many months? The hell is wrong?" In actual fact, by "moving" I meant "moving" the boxes that were packed from my en bloc back in August into my new house. I haven't actually moved in for good and obviously haven't started staying there yet. Truth is, I can't. Therein lies my frustration with the entire fiasco.

Here's what's been happening and why I'm being driven up the wall:


1) The Constant Delays

Construction of my new place was planned to begin in March of this year, but no work had begun until June came rolling by. Being 2 months away from my impending displacement from my old home in Lorong Chuan, I knew it was impossible that the contractor could be able to finish the A&A on time. At that point of time, we had signed a contract stating that my new place was scheduled for completion by the end of October.

Before we knew it, it was already the end of October and the house was still a mess (the roof wasn't even up yet). So we were once again promised that work would be completed by mid-November (after my ORD). That day came and as expected, we still couldn't move in yet. The contractor/engineer/whoever the fuck was responsible for this shit) had not even signed up for our water and electricity permits. Then came and end of November and now, it's already December 17th.


2) Crashing with Extended Family

Ever since the en bloc, my parents and I have been staying with my grandparents (who share their house with my aunt and 2 cousins). Imagine this: We are now sharing a three room condominium, with each room progressively smaller and more pathetic than the next, and there are only two toilets (of which only one is a common toilet because the other one is reserved only for use by the geriatric couple). Six people, one toilet.

To make things worse, I'm sleeping side by side with my parents on two mattresses (which we join together to make one slightly bigger mattress, and have to pack up to put it into one corner of the room every morning after we wake up) in the smallest of the three rooms. I'm not a claustrophobe and already I feel like a caged animal. I wonder how I would be able to deal with this if I was actually claustrophobic. This is why I actually preferred staying in camp more because at least I had a bed of my own there. So much for ORDing.


3) A House Is Not A Home

Even though the new place is mostly done up, it is still inhabitable due to some unapproved permits which the people in-charged of are not doing anything about (or if they are, I have yet to see any action taken nor have I heard any updates about it). This, coupled with the fact that the interior design has not been done (ie the yet-to-be-built build-in wardrobes, dry kitchen, wet kitchen cabinets) makes it absolutely impossible for my family to stay there at all. So yes, I may be able to step into my new house, turn on the lights, run the tap, but it's only just that: a house.

This fuckery has caused me to be unable to spend my final Christmas in my own home in Singapore before I depart for the US next year, and now it seems like my final Chinese New Year (for at least the next four years) may be affected too. Honestly, I'm too tired to think about the minute details now.

I guess my Christmas wish for 2008 won't be coming true.

Monday, November 24, 2008

The Day I Review "Circus"

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If there was one person who could pull off two consecutive "comebacks", it's Britney Spears.

Slightly more than a year ago, the popular media hailed the announcement of the release of her much awaited new album Blackout as the magnificent comeback of the tabloid-ridden former Pop Princess. Then her life began to unravel, starting with her critically panned performance of "Gimme More" at the 2007 MTV VMAs.

Along came her very public mental meltdown, the loss of her children's custody, plus the widely publicized psychiatric rehabilitation and her placement into co-conservatorship of her father, all under the glare of the unrelenting paparazzi. The cloud surrounding Blackout hung around like a curse. The catchy and well-produced ditties on the album were overshadowed by the flood of negative publicity.

However, things seem to be on the upturn. Having rebuilt her image from her head-shaving, umbrella-wielding, paparazzi-smashing days, she is once again being portrayed in a positive light by the usually-vicious celebrity gossip sites. With a brand new album waiting in the wings, plus a cover of the December issue of Rolling Stones, the bitch is really back.

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Circus is complete with a great mix of radio-friendly hits and dancefloor anthems, very much like Madonna's latest offering "Hard Candy". Unlike the sexually aggressive undertones of Blackout, Circus is sweeter and more subtle, and it's packed with easily digestible pop.

As we all already know, the lead track "Womanizer" made it to the top of the billboard charts, a first for Britney in close to 10 years as her only other single that made it all the way to number one was her first hit "Baby...One More Time" back in 1999. The title track (which has been confirmed as her second single) is very hip-hop influenced and reminiscent of "4 Minutes", reflecting Britney's ever increasing influence from Madge. In "Kill The Lights", she declares herself no longer the Pop Princess, but "now the Queen of Pop", which is a very bold statement indeed.

Then there are the ballads. "Out From Under" (a song originally covered by Joanna Pacitti and can be found on the horrible "Bratz" movie soundtrack released earlier this year) is a beautiful but understated ballad of escape, while the vocally tampered "Unusual You" (but not the the extent of Cher's "Believe") has her expressing how amazed she is at a lover who doesn't hurt her.

But for every such subdued and touching moment on the album, she springs a surprise with a blast of almost psychotically upbeat bubblegum pop, like "Mmm Papi", a catchy, over-the-top ditty thatcan be interpreted as either a sarcastic swipe at an ex-lover or being borderline incestuous ("Mmm papa love you!")

Overall, the pop grooves are smooth and nimble, the electro ambience unique and addictive, the ballads understated and emotive, the packaging playful and attention grabbing. On the whole, it is a very well-produced album with a great variety of songs. Let's hope this will last.

You can listen to most of the tracks on her new album here, with the exception of some bonus songs that are only available with the purchase of the album.

Thursday, November 06, 2008

The Day I Recount My Eurotrip

After a long absence, I am finally back. With the convenience of Facebook, I seem to have neglected to update my blog. That's the fickle reality of technology. Like fashion, one day you're in, and the next you're out. But no worries, my blog is here to stay (not that I can say the same about my Friendster account heh heh).

I've just returned from my 9-day trip to Amsterdam and Paris, and I'm completely and absolutely smitten with Europe. The architecture and culture has opened my eyes to a whole new world of sights and sounds. It's definitely a place I'd love to visit again.


Departure & Amsterdam

Prior to my departure, I was involved in a singing competition called A Shot to Fame, and once again I was paired with Marcus. It was probably my last time joining a singing competition with him and most likely my last singing competition. I think I've outgrown the whole lights-and-fame thing. It's just not what I want anymore. Time to get serious about the rest of my life.

Anyway, on to my trip. After the performance, I immediately made my way down to the airport. Thankfully I didn't have much luggage with me so all was good. Only one check-in bag and I was off to Amsterdam!

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With my cousins Xavier and Shelia before my departure

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On the plane before take-off

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Looking completely stoned after 13 straight hours on the plane

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The arrival walkway at Amsterdam's Schipol Airport


1) THE Hotel

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My hotel, Citizen M, located right next to the airport

It's probably one of the world's first high-tech hotels that requires little to no help, and there isn't even a proper reception counter at the check-in area! Instead, they have about 6 computer terminals where visitors can do their own idiot-proof, self-service check-in and check-out. What you need to do is really simple:

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1) Pick a room card (or two) from a dish right next to the terminals
2) Key in your name and confirmation number on the touch-screen
3) Pick your choice of room
4) Tap the room card (ala EZ-Link) at the terminal

And voila! You've checked-in. The same process is repeated for check-outs.

Aside from being highly-technologically equipped in the reception area, the hotel's also very high tech in many other ways. One of which would be the availability of four Mac's at the lobby area, free of charge. Wi-Fi connection is also free throughout the entire hotel building. I say this because for the most part of Europe, even though they have Wi-Fi in many open areas, much akin to our Wireless@SG, it is not free of charge.

Moving on, the rooms. The rooms are so frickin cool. All rooms are linked to Phillips' Moodpad system, in which the lighting of the entire room (bed, toilet, walk-in area) can be tweaked to suit the user's moods. Other than the tech, it is also efficient in the use of space and fully equipped with a King-sized bed for a good night's rest.

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My room (from top): view from the door, mirror with dryer and washing basin, king-sized bed with tv on the left, shower cubicle, pee-/pooping cubicle


2) Amsterdam Centraal

After settling in, I made my way down to Amsterdam Central for sightseeing! One thing I noticed about Europe (at least from what I've observed in Amsterdam and Paris) is that public transportation is hella expensive. And I'm not factoring the cost of taxi travel. Which is why I purchased a day ticket (12.95€) which allowed me to take the train (once, to and from Central), and unlimited bus and tram rides (yes they have electric trams too!) for the entire day.

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The train

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The platform exit

Walking through the Central area, I was greeted with the beautiful architecture that dates back at least two centuries, as well as an abundant number of shops ranging from the local brands (eg. Hempshopper, the canabis/marajuana/weed and mushroom store) to the more familiar international super-brands (eg. ZARA, Diesel, H&M). The alleys were packed with street-side food stalls as well to suit the cravings of any foreign tastebud. My favourite? The world-renown Dutch fast food, the patat. Or Fries, as we call it in English. They serve it in a cone with a variety of toppings, including ketchup, mayonnaise, and the German favourite, curry-ketchup (the name explains itself).

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From top: view from outisde the train station; weed shop; open area; random "posing" artist as a Gorilla; a monument that resembles a huge, white erected...you know; a weekend carnival; one of the rides at the carnival; flower shops;

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From top: The snack machines with snacks starting from 1€, the patat stall, and me holding on to my precious cone of fries!

After walking around and familiarizing myself with the streets and their respective names, I headed over to the Van Gough Museum (12.50€, no student concession =/). No photography was allowed in the museum though. Needless to say it was a very well-designed building and the paintings were nothing short of spectacular. Van Gough's art vaguely reminded me of the paintings I did when I was a child. I was not an expert painter, mind you, but I loved to sign my pictures with big bold letters after I'm done with it. Most of his paintings are signed in a very child-like manner, with the alphabets being very specifically scrawled out at the bottom corners of his work.

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A pond in front of the Van Gough Museum


3) Amsterdam Canal

The following day, Mummy joined me in Amsterdam after her business trip in Den Bosch (North of Amsterdam in Eindhoven), along with Auntie Rose, her ex-colleague and old friend. Since I hadn't gone for the tour of the Amsterdam Canal, we decided to go for it even though it was a rather wet and gloomy day. It had been drizzling since the early morning. Anyway, the ride took about one hour, and that was when I realized that the canal was soooooooooo long!

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Shots from the boat ride. The sky sure was dull that day...

After the ride, it was simply too cold to walk around so we decided to find a nice, warm restaurant to hide into to be safe from the cold. And knowing Mummy, she had to find some Asian restaurant for an early dinner. And so, there we were:

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4) RLD: Red Light District

That night, we took a walk down the famous (or infamous, if you'd like to see it that way) Red Light District. It was still drizzling a little, so we were all still pretty much freezing to death (I'm from tropical sunny Singapore; shoot me). But we were only there out of curiosity. After all, the Netherlands is well-known for it's famous legalized prostitution. Like it's been described by many who have gone before me, there were the little cubicles with prostitutes in it. Some were pretty hot, but most of them were not. As we were walking along the stretch of brothels, I noticed something odd. In between the sex-holes were boutiques selling high fashion home-grown labels. I didn't know why until I returned to the hotel, Googled about it and realized that there was this programme called "RedlightFashion Amsterdam". You can read more about it at the official website here.

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The Red Light District with it's unique "flavour"; note the pseudo Moulin Rouge that's actually a nightclub. Heh heh.

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The boutiques that are part of RedlightFashion Amsterdam.


Bonjour Paris!

After a pleasant short stay in Amsterdam, the three of us checked-out bright and early and headed over to the train station at Schipol for our ride to Paris. We rode on Thalys, the European train operator which provides services to Paris, Brussels, Cologne and Amsterdam (the track used is shared up with Eurostar as well, and that can bring us to London via the Channel Tunnel).

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From top: our train from Amsterdam to Paris; the interior of the train cabin; scenery along the railway; random lady sitting across me who kept kicking my feet while she was asleep

We were greeted with exceptionally good weather upon our arrival. There were no strong gusts of wind attempting to chill our bones dry, and the sun was flying high in an almost cloudless sky. Pretty day but we did get pretty lost trying to find our way to the hotel. Google maps told me it was a 20 minute walk away from the Gare du Nord station, but it took me 45 minutes to figure out where I was going before we finally arrived at our destination.

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Our Thalys train arriving in Paris!

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Gare du Nord station


1) Parlez-Vous Anglais?

Getting around in France is extremely frustrating for a tourist, especially if you're not well-versed in French, or like me, you're almost completely useless when speaking in their native tongue (yes yes Jerrick, go ahead and mock me. You know you want to). However, my saving grace came in the form of my friendly Time Out™ travel guide, from which I learnt simple French words and phrases that proved to be a whole lot of help. Here's what I used all the time:

Escusez moi (es-ku-say muah) - Excuse me
Parlez-vous anglais? (pah-lay-voo ong-glay) - Do you speak English?
Pardon (pah-dong) - Sorry
Si vous plait? (see-voo play) - Please?
C'est combien? (say kom-bian) - How much is this?
Merci (meh-ah-see) - Thank you

They're really very proud of their language, which is not a bad thing if you see it from their point of view. So the next time I'm going to France, I'm picking up at least some conversational French. I hate feeling helpless.


2) Parisian Monuments!

Like any other sane person who visits from far far away, I dragged the two hapless women around to visit the must-sees of the charismatic city. Now I won't go into too much details (cos I know you people nowadays love to see.more.pictures instead of reading plain black letters), so I'll let the photos do the talking:

- Basilica of the Sacré Cœur

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Hidden high up on a hill in Montmartre is one of the stops on a tourist's (as well as a Catholic's) pilgrimage. The Basilica of the Sacré Cœur (Church of The Sacred Heart) was completed in the year 1914, 41 years after construction began. The unique thing about the Basilica is that it has the Blessed Sacrament in a monstrance on the altar that has been on display since 1885 (123 years!!!), and a perpetual adoration has been observed ever since. This is why there are many ushers within the Basilica to maintain orderliness and and silence in reverence of the host.

- Église de la Madeleine

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Also known as Madeleine Church in English, this magnificent structure served as a temple in glorification of Napoleon's army. We observed many stalls selling flowers along the stretch of the building. And on the Northern face of the Madeleine, the steps are covered beautifully with flowers (didn't manage to get a decent shot of the flower-covered steps, so none to share. Sorry....)

- Place de la Concorde

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The weather wasn't too good on our second day, so when we visited this historic site where Marie Antoinette, King Louis XIV etc. met their end at the guillotine, we were slightly drenched. As usual, there's nothing more I can say about the architechture other than the fact that it's beyond pretty (and that damn pillar sticks out like a...sore thumb! I meant to say sore thumb! :P)

- Notre Dame de Paris

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Just so you know, there are 10 million "Notre Dame's" in France. Ok, I exaggerate There are 8 in France, and 7 more in the rest of the world. The real thing was exactly like how it looked like in the 1996 Disney movie (sans oddly-dressed French people, and definitely no sign of a hideous Hunchback), and I was swept off my feet at the sight of it's tinted glass windows. After a long morning of walking about on a semi-empty stomach (we always stuffed ourselves silly at our hotel's breakfast hehe), we headed off to a nearby café for lunch, and we had:

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Carbonara pasta, French onion soup, sausages with frites and pumpkin soup. Yummmm....

- Louvre

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The place made famous by Dan Brown's controversial novel "The Da Vinci Code". The home of the Mona Lisa. Yes, the Louvre (pronounced "loof"). With an affordable entrance fee of only 9€ (it's 10 times larger but 3.50€ cheaper than the Van Gough Museum!!!), you can burn your day away staring at the numerous sculptures, paintings and even Egyptian mummies (if you've got the guts to) in this world-renown museum. The exhibition halls are quite maze-like, and it's quite easy to get lost within the building. I know that because I was stuck in the Egyptian exhibition hall with the mummies for about 20 minutes before I figured my way out.

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My lunch at the Louvre: a slice of pizza, a bowl of pumpkin soup and a bottle of Perrier (14€). Super overpriced.

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The Mona Lisa. It's so...small?

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Posing FAIL. The damn bronze sculture poses better than me. :(


- Eiffel Tower

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It'd be a dream come true to take wedding photos at the Eiffel Tower innit? What's more for me to say? *swoons* It's soooo incredibly charming in real life... More photos!

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Shots taken from around the Eiffel Tower, of the Eiffel tower, on the Eiffel Tower, and the wax-statuesque champagne guy who's at the highest level of the tower.


- Arc de Triomphe

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The Arc stands in the centre of the Place Charles de Gaulle. It is at the western end of the Champs-Élysées. The triumphal arch honors those who fought for France, particularly during the Napoleonic Wars. I didn't want to queue up for entrance into the Arc because the human chain was inhumanely long, but from what I've heard, on the inside and the top of the arc there are all of the names of generals and wars fought. And a very special thing about the Arc is that underneath it is the tomb of an unknown soldier from World War I, with an eternal flame burning burns in memory of the dead who were never identified.


3) Paris Holds the Key to Your Heart! OOH LA LA!

And I thought I wouldn't be watching any shows cos they were so expensive. But I did. Auntie Rose and my dear mother decided that it would be a waste if we visited Paris and did not catch any of their amazing cabaret shows. According to trusty sources (ie tour agencies), the Lido was more of a modern performance show compared to the traditional and made-to-movie Moulin Rouge. Therefore, we each poured 140€ for the dinner plus show tickets at the Lido.

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Formal dressing required for the evening, but Mum and Aunt Rose seemed to think that dressing down was a good idea for our fun night out. No photography was allowed for the show, so I couldn't capture all of the heart-stopping action on stage during the show.But if you're interested, they've got their website right here if you wanna check them out.


4) Shopping Shopping SHOPPING!!!

After Auntie Rose's departure, Mum and I took the RER to Val d'Europe, where the factory outlets of La Valée were located. It was there where my mother's inner shopaholic beast was unleashed. We walked and splurged, walked and splurged the entire day till nightfall. Very eventful, but also very exhausting.

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Places we've seen and the things we bought (not all are pictured).


5) Versailles

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The following day, we visited Versailles, another town in the outskirts of Paris. It is famed for it's castle of Marie Antoinette, as well as the enormous stretch of garden behind it. The King must have really loved Marie Antoinette, because the very first thing to greet us at the castle was a huge gate completely plated with gold. Y'know how they roll in the past: gold = love. More gold = more love. After our photo-op at the Chateau, we headed off to find a nice warm place for coffee and we found...

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McCafé! The McCafés in France are really more well furnished than their counterparts in Singapore. Not that I'm dissing our own local outlets, but it's a fact. Hell, they give Starbucks a run for their money. What I love about them? They sell my favourite macarons! =)

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On our way back to Paris (it was Halloween), there was this really adorable little toddler who kept glancing up at Mummy while we were on the train. He had azure blue eyes and matching blue spectacles that just went so well together. So adorable!


Au Revoir Paris!

After 9 days in Amsterdam and Paris, I finally had to say goodbye to Europe. It was short but definitely sweet. I'LL BE BACK!