Singapore~ The way it is

Villeurbanne Badminton Club~

So yesterday, I played my last badminton game at the Iris gym, the usual place where Villeurbanne badminton club holds its weekly Monday and Wednesday’s badminton sessions. The funny thing is that I did not even know that yesterday was the last badminton session till after the session itself, and till people were wishing me good luck and asking me whether I’ll be coming back to Lyon in the future. Felt like an idiot lah. I didn’t even get any decent pictures of the gymnasium and some of the people in the club. It is a special place where I’ve made special friends: Ex national badminton players of France, the current European junior champion, a German leftie and a very nice couple. These people made my stay in Lyon more special than it already is. So to Benoit Azzopard : Thanks for being my doubles partner at Oullins, really enjoyed that. To Sylvain: All the best..train hard and see you at the internationl badminto circuit in the future.To Jana: It was nice to meet another exchange student who shared the same experience at the club. More importantly, it was awesome playing mixed doubles with you, don’t know when will we have the chance to play together again my fellow leftie. To Mehdi and Helen, thanks for being so nice, organizing tournament trips, dinner gatherings and making sure I fit in. It was definitely an honour and a pleasure..It was…….

Daring Yet Confident~

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We see the Nice things, but do we see the Ugly things?

Do you agree with this?

http://business.blogs.cnn.com/2009/06/09/alternative-investment-marrying-a-millionaire/

"The tennis gods brewed up a storm around Roland Garros on Sunday afternoon as they prepared to welcome a new member into their midst. Roger Federer repelled the rain, thunder, and a certain Robin Soderling to take his rightful place among the immortals of the game."

Paris~

Despite all the hype about Paris being the most romantic city in the world, I don’t find it particularly romantic. With all masses of tourists, swindlers, touters, and pee smelling like subways, I wonder after what the definition of being romantic is. If being romantic is defined as kissing under the Eiffel Tower, or walking into the Louis Vuitton boutique store with your boyfriend and coming out making him a poorer man, or burying oneself in all the art by Da Vinci, Van Gogh, Monet, and Rubin just to mention a few, then I have no argument here. However if being romantic is defined as enjoying quality time, whispering sweet nothings with your significant other in a place and environment that encourages the pair to do so, then Paris is probably NOT the most romantic city in the world. Do not jump to conclusions, what I’m going to say next did not conjure up this negative opinion about Paris, but it is a true and clear headed opinion on the romanticism of Paris.

Our Paris trip was a disaster right from the start. We booked only a room for 4 when we had 6 persons. Apparently I remembered we booked 2 room for 6 but everyone else thought otherwise. So, we managed to check in and everyone’s bags found their way to the room. We watched Moulin Rouge at night and surprisingly, all the guys couldn’t appreciate the cabaret show despite hot half naked ladies dancing in front of us. The show ended at 1am and despite efforts to catch the last train, we missed it by a whisker. Thus, we took the long road back from Pigalle, Paris’ red light district to Chinatown on foot. It was a 2 hour long walk in our best attire in the wee hours of the morning. When we got back at 4am, the hotel reception noticed we had 6 and didn’t allow 2 of us to go up to the hotel rooms. Kartik and Elvin ended up spending the rest of the morning outside. The following day, we went to Versailles, only to realize it was closed on all Mondays. No credit to us for not checking, but we only managed to walk around the gardens and not in the castle which in Yok Hian’s words was the example of Rococo architecture. So after roaming around Versailles, we wanted to go to the catacombs which was also closed. Luckily we checked beforehand due to our developed paranoia. On the same day, we also found out that Nadal and Ivanovic got knocked out in the 4th round of the Roland Garros. What’s the French open without Nadal? The next day at Roland Garros, we witnessed Soderling thrash Devydenko and Cubilkova thrash Sharapokva in two highly unexciting matches which summed up our Paris trip.