Paris, France!
Over the midterm break I spent a large bulk of my time in France to attend my uncle's wedding in Champagne.
I can't say that I left with good feelings, as part of me wanted to stay and meet up with old friends to strengthen the network that I have developed over the past few weeks and work on my projects. Furthermore I didn't really see travelling equivalent to rest, as anything that essentially takes me further away from my bed, computer games and books would not be ideal. Life exists in my head rather than what lies outside of the brain for me and therefore the thought of delving into a book or into a game deeply excites me over a trip overseas. It is a very unpopular opinion but such is the way that I am wired.
As thought I feel a little behind on my coding adventures and I lost touch with my friends which I have got to know over the few weeks, but hardly could be said to be my fault; in many cases it was purely due to circumstance. Me falling behind in my studies is a little disconcerting, but I only plan to do my best from then on without considerable stress, and let whatever that is to come come.
France was very fun, and considering that I entered the country during the fall period the country was painted over with various hues of yellow, red and brown as I walked the streets of Paris. It is a very romantic country and probably the best place that I have ever been to in Europe. The buildings and structures were very beautifully built and the place buzzed with an air of romanticism. Of course, reality catches up with illusion and sometimes we find ourselves in the wrong side of town with many homeless people present and many pickpockets. I tried very hard to keep everything nice and well kept and I was lucky to not be approached by anybody dangerous. Apparently I was approached by several prostitutes but being the daft man that I knew myself to be I never really noticed until it was mentioned to me by the relatives that I was living with.
It was a shame that our stay was so short and that it was tinged with me having to do my written essay assignment every morning right as I woke up but I was partly relieved by being able to return to somewhere I was familiar with. Of course, this is not healthy when thinking about the bubble of illusion that I like to refer Singapore as but it is hard not to be drawn to it. Nevertheless I had to go back whether it was healthy for me or not, and now I am only left with photographs and memories of what I enjoyed in Paris.
I do intend to go back one day when I have the time and money to do so; there were many things that I did not see that I would have liked to visit, and many events that I would like to do in Paris that would not be enjoyed so much by many. Such examples would be to sit in a cafe to read a book as it rains, stopping from time to time to enjoy time as it simply passes me by.
Cheers,
Matthew Tan
I can't say that I left with good feelings, as part of me wanted to stay and meet up with old friends to strengthen the network that I have developed over the past few weeks and work on my projects. Furthermore I didn't really see travelling equivalent to rest, as anything that essentially takes me further away from my bed, computer games and books would not be ideal. Life exists in my head rather than what lies outside of the brain for me and therefore the thought of delving into a book or into a game deeply excites me over a trip overseas. It is a very unpopular opinion but such is the way that I am wired.
As thought I feel a little behind on my coding adventures and I lost touch with my friends which I have got to know over the few weeks, but hardly could be said to be my fault; in many cases it was purely due to circumstance. Me falling behind in my studies is a little disconcerting, but I only plan to do my best from then on without considerable stress, and let whatever that is to come come.
France was very fun, and considering that I entered the country during the fall period the country was painted over with various hues of yellow, red and brown as I walked the streets of Paris. It is a very romantic country and probably the best place that I have ever been to in Europe. The buildings and structures were very beautifully built and the place buzzed with an air of romanticism. Of course, reality catches up with illusion and sometimes we find ourselves in the wrong side of town with many homeless people present and many pickpockets. I tried very hard to keep everything nice and well kept and I was lucky to not be approached by anybody dangerous. Apparently I was approached by several prostitutes but being the daft man that I knew myself to be I never really noticed until it was mentioned to me by the relatives that I was living with.
It was a shame that our stay was so short and that it was tinged with me having to do my written essay assignment every morning right as I woke up but I was partly relieved by being able to return to somewhere I was familiar with. Of course, this is not healthy when thinking about the bubble of illusion that I like to refer Singapore as but it is hard not to be drawn to it. Nevertheless I had to go back whether it was healthy for me or not, and now I am only left with photographs and memories of what I enjoyed in Paris.
I do intend to go back one day when I have the time and money to do so; there were many things that I did not see that I would have liked to visit, and many events that I would like to do in Paris that would not be enjoyed so much by many. Such examples would be to sit in a cafe to read a book as it rains, stopping from time to time to enjoy time as it simply passes me by.
Cheers,
Matthew Tan
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