Tuesday, October 11, 2005

Evening of new, unexpected encounters

I must have been trying hard to do whatever is possible to make this world more bearable for myself to live in. In times of feeling disheartened, I choose the healthy way to walk. That was what happened last evening.

After clearing a bit of paperwork, I left my office slightly after the official knock-off time. I found it easier to take a MRT train to Orchard Station. There I started my evening walk.

I had offered to purchase a few items for someone, so last night I was hunting to find those items within the allocated budget. Anyway, it did not matter what, I just needed an excuse to be out. Actually, I don't need an excuse to be out, I just decided it might as well be helpful to someone while allowing myself to go out for a breather.

As usual, I walked alone, but last evening, I did so in a crowd. There are advantages to be walking alone. Firstly, the best part of going alone is that I could be in more control over the pace of walking. Secondly, I could save some hassle of finding a company. Thirdly, I fear intrusion of my personal space that I gave up all that may be nice about having a company so as to maintain some space.

New: Food Republic, at Wisma Atria
Along the way, I saw this sign when I was at Wisma Atria shopping mall.



I went up to the fourth level of Wisma Atria and saw a new eating place, the Food Republic. This is a place where one could get a selection of tasty local food as well as specialty cuisines from other parts of the world. So, here in one single eating place, one could find inexpensive food as well as slightly more extravangant-costing meals. I rather not describe too much in detail, you have to visit it and see it for yourself.

Anyway, here's from the Wisma Atria's website:

Food Republic #04-00

Showcasing 14 stalls of local must-haves and 8 specialty diners comprising cuisines from various parts of the world, Food Republic is indeed an appetizing destination with an unforgettable sensory adventure.

Food Republic will win votes with its fresh concept that embraces the joy of dining in a holistic manner, a stirring range of cuisine, vivacious ambience and aroma, providing customers an exciting and memorable dining experience, one that they will want to repeat regularly



Take a little peep.

In the end, I settled for an affordable meal consisting of Chinese pork chop, curry chicken, rice with curry, cabbage and fried egg for dinner. It costs S$3.80 (which is about USD$2.26), and comes with a free bowl of soup boiled with red dates. The soup goes well with the curry rice.


My dinner last evening.
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But to tell you the truth, I felt rather spoilt for choice, if not the fact that I was trying to be disciplined in keeping within budget. There were Japanese food, Korean food, Thai food, Muslim food, burgers, and a whole lot more that I have yet to name, all found within Food Republic. By the way, I got to find out that Food Republic was only opened late last week.

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After dinner, I went to the basement of the shoppping mall. This large-size aquarium at the basement of the mall has been here since I was very young, say about eight years old. When I was much younger, I used to enjoy peering through the glass to see what was inside. Nostalgic feelings struck.



Whoever it was to think of having a large aquarium inside a shopping mall must have known that children would be enticed. I was. The only thing is that I pity the fishes and sharks for being confined to the limited space.

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Metro gift-card
I went around looking for the items required. I stopped at Paragon Metro to make the purchase. The female staff who served me was very helpful.

I realised that a new gift-card is now available from Metro. Despite me asking a lot of questions so as to clarify the differences between the new gift-card and the gift voucher, the female staff was very polite in having all questions well answered. Here, I thank her. So one item was off the list. That pleased me.

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Street Eyebrows Stylist

After that I was out to buy cards, within the budget. It seemed very difficult to find nice cards within the budget so I walked to check out a lot of places, but to no avail.

Then when I was nearby Tangs shopping centre, unexpectedly this guy sprung up from who knows where. He rattled, and I must have been too focused in searching for the remaining of the items such that I did not quite figure out what he had wanted. Only after some time, I realised he is a street eyebrows stylist.

He claimed that he has been in the business for four years, and he would appreciate to be given a chance to display his skills. Gosh, folks, I have hardly trim or pluck my eyebrows. I was a little skeptical. But this gentleman sounded so sincere in sharing his art, and he has this air of confidence in his craft, that I ended up agreeing to take some time out for him to shape my eyebrows. Maybe giving him a chance might be a gift to him to support him in the pursuit of his dreams? I don't know if I had been too kind?

The next thing I knew, he asked me to lean against a nearby wall, and off he went to trim the eyebrows. It hurt a little, though not painful enough for me to scream along the streets.

I wish he had realised that I need some quiet time. He was asking me lots of questions about my hobbies, my profession, and about music (because he found out I play the double bass) while he was shaping my eyebrows. However, I would have been more delighted if I could remain silent. In fact, I tried to avoid answering his questions wherever it seemed polite to do so.

He said he was trying to entertain me and help distract me from the slight pain of having eyebrows plucked. Yet, in me, I thought I might be more relaxed if he hadn't talked so much, and just concentrate. But well, I need to recognise people are made differently, and how I see things may not be how others see the same ones. He was most likely trying to be as helpful as he can be.

Anyway, when he was done, and I saw the end-product, I saw that at least he had shaped my eyebrows decently enough such that I did not faint after seeing the end-product. Satisfactory. He was in fact pleased with his work. But he must not have known that yours truly, isn't an appreciator of eyebrow shaping to tell whether or not he has done a fantastic job. So well, I really have no idea if he has done a good job yet. But I do admire that he could choose a rather unconventional way to earn a living in Singapore.

He said out his website loud and clear, and even offered me his mobile number so that I could know how to contact him if I should like his services in the future. So here is his website: http://www.stevenlim.net

I went to his website much later. Hmmm....he's into entertainment, aside from eyebrow shaping?

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Finally, I managed to decide on a few of the remaining items. It took me about one hour to search and to finally decide on these.

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The office in nowhere

One item left. It was a voucher from one of the supermarkets. I could not remember if there were any of that chain of supermarkets in Orchard area, so I headed back to my neighbourhood on the MRT train. I knew there was one outlet of that supermarket in my neighbourhood. The journey took about 15 minutes.

When I was at the supermarket, I asked the staff at the counter for help with the purchase of gift vouchers. She pointed to a door about one minutes walk away. She said if I were to go in through that door, I would be able to find an office where the gift vouchers were sold.

I listened to her instructions and walked towards the door. I felt a little shaky that there was a sign that says "No Entry" on the door. When I walked through the door, I could only see lots of goods being stored at the storage area. Where on earth could the office be? But the staff at the counter had clearly stated I should walked through that very door.

Although hesitant, I followed the instructions. I saw a man, and I delightedly asked for help. He pointed to another door and said he would help me. He walked up to that other door and knocked it. While he knocked on the door, I thought to myself,

A lady came out from an office. The lady was nice and after understanding what I had wanted, she helped me to get the gift vouchers which I had been tasked to get. This meant all items have been purchased, and my mission for last evening was accomplished.

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Well, I thought there were quite a few new and unexpected (perhaps strange) encounters last evening.

Mood lightened but disheartened

The night is dark
So one goes out for a walk
In hope to find fireflies
That could bring some hope

Mood much lightened
Perhaps because of the steps
Taken to lead one closer
To escape from this world

Mood lightened
But not necessary brighter
For one seems prone to being disheartened
In a world one doesn't feel fit

But should have ought to
Count one's blessings
To find one's lot is plentiful
Enough to ward off some miseries

Then comfort oneself
All adversity might be
Simply meant to boost
One's capacity to grow stronger
In this real world
That I sometimes dream not to be in

Photos Taken at Tower of London

I have uploaded more photos taken at the Tower of London on my other blog. To view, please refer to: Photos taken at Tower of London.

Monday, October 10, 2005

16 Aug 05: Tower of London, part two

...Continuing from 16 Aug 05: Tower of London.

The Bloody Tower



The crowd was pretty noisy when we were at the Bloody Tower, and I could hardly hear the Yeoman Warder who was guiding the tour. My first impression was that the Bloody Tower must have been a place where many have lost their lives.

I was quite close in my speculation. This was what I found:

The tower was originally called the Garden Tower because it was at the corner of the Queen's House garden, but during the sixteenth century its name was changed to the Bloody Tower because of its supposed association with the young Princes in the Tower, who disappeared in 1483.


The princes were supposedly, 12-years-old Edward and his younger brother, Richard. They were sons of Edward IV. They have been lodged in the Tower following their father's death. Edward was supposed to be crowned, but it turned out that their uncle, Richard was crowned in the young Edward's place. For some reasons, the princes disappeared from view after some time, as best as I know. Well, the fight for power seems to have exist since history.

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The Chapel Royal of St Peter and Vincula

In this chapel, photography is prohibited. Visitors have to take off headwears (i.e. hats and caps) as a sign of respect.

I realised that unless one joins the Yeoman Warder tour, it is unlikely that one could enter this chapel on his / her own. Otherwise, only those attending a religious service will be allowed into the chapel.

This chapel was the burial place of some of the most famous Tower prisoners. Examples are: Anne Boleyn, Catherine Howard and Jane Grey, Sir Thomas More and Bishop John Fisher.

The tour ended and while I did not remember the Yeoman Warder's last concluding words (for I was feeling tired by then), I did remember people forming a line. I thought for a while, and then I saw the Yeoman Warder holding his hat on his hand. I realised why. In Britain, London at least, if you were to join a guided tour (especially one that is considered a free one), be sure to give at least a tip of about one to two pounds to the tour guide. This is possibly general courtesy, or expectation, in Britain?

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After the Yeoman Warder tour, I went about the Tower of London on my own. In what is considered lousy photography, I shall show you what I saw when I walked down this flight of stairs:



Actually, I don't have my pair of binoculars with me that day, and I can't see too far. It was the music that attracted me.



I saw this gentleman making music by making turns on one of the mechanism of the instrument in his hands, and presto, we have music! Behind him is a dulcimer. This was the instrument that the Chinese's yang qin was adapted from. I knew this because I used to play (the double bass) in a Chinese orchestra. Read this site for more information: http://www.rtpnet.org/~hdweb/


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Crown Jewels

There are a lot more to be seen in the Tower of London, but I shall end this post with the Crown Jewels. The Crown Jewels were housed in the Waterloo Barracks when I visited the Tower of London.

When I entered, I could see a series of introduction on the use and history of the jewels. I like the idea that the footage of the coronation of Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II in 1953 was shown to the public. It was beautiful, and the ceremony was magnificient.

Since no photograhy was allowed, I decided to buy myself a few postcards containing images of some of the crown jewels.

If you like to see the crown jewels, you should visit this site: http://www.camelotintl.com/tower_site/jewels/index.html

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Since I might have bored you with average photographs, I shall put up a few slightly better photographs taken at the Tower of London very shortly to compensate.

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Sources:


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Sunday, October 09, 2005

16 Aug 05: Tower of London

I shall try not to make life grim for myself. Let me continue share about my UK trip. I keep my fingers crossed that you won't be bored.

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16 Aug 05:

After crossing the Tower Bridge, I reached the Tower of London. Admission fees was a hefty 14.50 pounds per adult. Imagine if I were to convert to Singapore currency, it would be close to S$45. Anyway, since I did not wish to miss visiting a historic site like the Tower of London while I was in London, the "tourist mentality" in me convinced me that it was well worth it. It was, as I looked back.

The Tower seemed pretty well preserved, considering the fact that it has a long history of about 900 years. Throughout these long years, the Tower has served as a royal palace and fortress, prison and place of execution, royal mint, arsenal, menagerie and jewel house.



This site has good information about the Tower of London: http://www.camelotintl.com/tower_site/index.html.

Since I have not much clue about the Tower of London, I decided to take the free guided tour given by one of the Yeoman Warders. Here's some information that I have extracted from http://www.camelotintl.com/tower_site/warders/index.html for your convenience. The historical roles and duties of the Yeoman Warders were guard the prisoners and attend the gate. Today the Yeoman Warders are responsible for the security of the Tower and its visitors. They also conduct public guided tours in the Tower throughout the day. The only question on my mind was why were they called "Yeoman" Warders?

I waited for the next guided tour to start. I was lucky, I only have to wait for about 5 minutes. There was at least about 50 people, perhaps more, in the group that came for the guided tour that I had joined. I found myself temporarily shaken with a phobia for crowd but soon I got used to being in a crowd. I listened in as the Yeoman Warder who was our tour guide for that tour group spoke about the Tower of London and its history. I realised at times he had to shout in order to be heard. Perhaps using a loudspeaker would never have matched the Yeoman Warders' uniforms, so it was not used?

The Yeoman Warder who was our tour guide led to various points of the Tower of London. Let me share here with you some of the places that left some impression in me.

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White Tower



The White Tower is the oldest medieval building at the Tower of London. Built of rough-hewn Kentish ragstone edged with finely cut Caen stone at the corners and around the windows, the design was based on the castle palaces of the Norman dukes of the tenth century, and the work overseen by Gundulf, Bishop of Rochester. The White Tower now contains displays from the Royal Armouries' collection.
(See sources found below this post.)

I was impressed with the White Tower. I felt it brought me to medieval times. One does not need a time-machine in order to feel connected with the past.



Inside the White Tower. Part of the Royal Armouries' collection.

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Traitors' Gate



This river entrance that you see in the photo above is the water entrance that was built by Edward I between 1275 and 1279 to replace Henry III's watergate of the Bloody Tower. This river entrance is now often referred to as Traitors' Gate because of the number of prisoners accused of treason that are supposed to have passed through it.

The Yeoman Warder told us that Princess Elizabeth who later became Queen Elizabeth I, had came through this gate when she was brought to the Tower to be imprisoned and questioned. My first impression then was that politics at those times had a pretty dark side to it.

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The Queen's House



The Queen's House.


Nearby the Queen's House.

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The Queen's House is the home of the Resident Governor of the Tower of London and is not open to the public. As such, I could only use my eyes to look at it from the outside. Its present name, Queen's House, dates from Queen Victoria's reign and changes according to whether the sovereign is king or queen. I was attracted to the greens nearby the Queen's House.

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Scaffold Site



The Yeoman Warder brought us to the scaffold site. This is the site where several famous people were executed. To name a few: William Lord Hastings, Anne Boleyn (Henry VIII's second wife convicted of adultery, beheaded in 1536), Catherine Howard (Henry VIII's fifth wife convicted of adultery too). I could feel a chill in my body when I was there.

You might wish to check out this site: http://www.camelotintl.com/tower_site/prisoners/index.html to read about the prisoners of the Tower.

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Sources:


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More awaits. Stay tuned if you wish to read more about my visit to the Tower of London.

Stranded at Home

*Pale and sullen face*

I was stranded at home today. Not because of the weather, but because I was not feeling well. Furthermore, there has been nothing planned for the day that would require me to be out, so with no motivation for the day, I chose the less preferred option of staying at home.

I was resting in bed for a least two hours. It helped a little, but left me uninspired. My attitude to the world out there seems to be that of total indifference and grim. These must have been the effects of a weak and ill body.

Need some cheers but I hate to put flowers in front of myself. I fear my nose can't take well to the pollen. Need some reorganisation of my life perhaps, but it seems not the time. I fear I don't know where to start in the first place.

It was not good feeling to be stranded at home for I have no mood to play music on the double bass today. My body is now only fit to read and to write.

Now the worst I fear, is to have the world bothering me. I fear I am now irritable and prone to making caustic remarks unintentionally.

Look what poor health could do to a person, maybe that is why people say health is precious?

The 2-Variable Intuition Test

I know about this test when I was reading Lora's blog. Since I scored such unusual results, I thought I might as well post it to share, and subject myself to readers' scrutiny. I wonder how such tests were made.

More Scientific
77% SCIENTIFIC INTUITION and 70% EMOTIONAL INTUITION

The graph on the below represents your place in Intuition 2-Space. As you can see, you scored above average on emotional intuition and well above average on scientific intuition.Your scientific intuition is stronger than your emotional intuition.



Your Emotional Intuition score is a measure of how well you understand people, especially their unspoken needs and sympathies. A high score score usually indicates
social grace and persuasiveness. A low score usually means you're good at Quake.

Your Scientific Intuition score tells you how in tune you are with the world around you; how well you understand your physical and intellectual environment. People with high scores here are apt to succeed in business and, of course, the
sciences.



Try Jason Bateman's other test!
The 3 Variable Funny Test
It rules.


My test tracked 2 variables.
How you compared to other people your age and gender:

You scored higher than 80% on Scientific.
You scored higher than 63% on Interpersonal

Link: The 2-Variable Intuition Test written by jason_bateman on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the 32-Type Dating Test

16 Aug 05: Walking from St Pauls to Tower of London

After departing from the St Paul's Cathedral, I tried to figure out how to walk towards the Millennium Bridge. SH had told me that the Millennium Bridge is nearby St Paul's Cathedral and I should try to walk it if I were nearby the bridge.

It took me a while to figure out the right directions to head to the Millennium Bridge. Would anyone believe me if I were to tell them that I could find satisfaction in finding my way about when I am out for walks alone? It is as if a test of one's resourcefulness and sense of direction. Maybe like Mystic have said, I enjoy having the boost of ego? I don't know if she's right anyway, but let her be. I don't think it is such a big matter to be argued over, furthermore with a good friend.



Watching the activities on the streets as I head for the Millennium Bridge. The light of summer seemed to have make everything looks more beautiful.

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Self-taken photo of myself on the Millennium Bridge. The cathedral in the background is the St Paul's Cathedral.

The Millennium Bridge has a very contemporary and futuristic look. However, it was one of those bridge that I felt shaky on. There was a feeling that the bridge may rock and throw me down if I was not careful.
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I passed by the Tate Modern museum. Now I regret not visiting it. I had thought that I may not like contemporary art styles, but I realised I do like to see the works of certain artists whose works are being exhibited in Tate Modern. Hopefully I will have a chance to make up for this loss.

As I walked along River Thames towards the direction of Tower Bridge, I passed by the Shakespeare's Globe Theatre. As I was not a fan of Shakespeare, I decided to give it a miss. But I know of Shakespeare's fans who would have wish to visit Shakespeare's Globe Theatre.

It felt peaceful to walk along River Thames that day. I found myself enjoying the scenes along the river. The water from River Thames seemed to have soothing powers that beckoned one to slow down a bit. Out of the spur of the moment, I decided to walk along the stretch of River Thames, via Tower Bridge, to the Tower of London. This walk proved to take much longer than I had thought, but I decided to see the plan through.

Please refer to: The walk on 16 Aug 05 on my other blog to view the photographs that I have taken along the way.

It felt hungry along the way, and decided to buy myself lunch nearby the London Bridge tube station. I had soup and bread that afternoon for my lunch. It was alright, but I like the food from the Soup Spoon food outlet in Singapore much better. At this rate, I may soon earn myself the reputation of being the most unforgiving and candid food critic.



Tower Bridge.
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I finally reached Tower Bridge after walking for quite a while and figuring the way to the Tower Bridge. Tower Bridge was completed in 1894, after 8 years of construction. I was browsing online and found out that Tower Bridge is lifted approximately 1000 times a year to allow tall ships, cruise ships, naval vessels and other large craft to pass through. The schedule is available on: http://www.towerbridge.org.uk/TowerBridge/English/BridgeLifts/.

The question on my mind was how the traffic would be aware of the times that the bridge would be lifted so that no vehicle nor person would be left stranded on the lifting bridge. I am not joking, it happened before. (Click this link and read the section Interesting facts about the Tower Bridge, under 1952.)

Crossed Tower Bridge, and found myself outside the walls of the Tower of London.

A short tag

I realised many bloggers I know are doing this tag. Let me try.

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The shortest tag ever.

The instructions: Take the 5th line of the 5th post of the 5th month you blogged, and write it down:

I cannot expect the world around me to fit me, just like it cannot expect me to fit it.


From Repositioning Oneself, dated January 03, 2005.

Pick up the tag if you wish to.

Saturday, October 08, 2005

Feet are tired

Now the feet are feeling tired. I have spent more to two hours walking in the late afternoon. Halfway, the soles of my pair of shoes came a little off, and I have to walk to a shoe-repair shop to have my shoes-soles glued back. I figured that I may not find a satisfactory pair of shoes to replace that faulty pair if I were to rush to buy a replacement pair, so I decided to repair the pair of shoes so that I could at least walk with ease back home.

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Met V. for dinner this evening and also to work out some official matters with him. He plays a double bass and he was sharing with me how he readapts the wheels from a baby pram to turn it into a stroller for his double bass. A double bass stroller is something that looks like a wheel which you could attach to where the end-pin of the double bass should be. It allows one to wheel the double bass.

Anyway, we were had dinner at this building called Wheelock Place, and I realised that what had used to be Olio Dome is now another restaurant. We ate at **** & C*. The cooking at this outlet was not up to my satisfaction. At least I did not like the New York Fish & Chips that I had. The fish could be better, so could the fries. I realised I did not like the taste of the cheese that was melted on the fish of this dish. I have tasted better cooking at **** & C*'s other outlets in Singapore . I wonder if it was because there were simply too many customers this evening that the standard of the cooking was compromised in the attempts to rush out the orders for the many customers? Too much haste and quality may be compromised?

V. also spoke about life in New York. He had lived there decades ago. From the conversation, I realised how relatively more safe Singapore is. At least based on V's accounts, one does not have to be too conscious and worried about being robbed. Not that Singapore is free from such crimes, but I figured one does not have to worry too much about becoming victims of crimes. I could generally feel safe walking about alone at night in Singapore. I do not have to live everyday fearing that I might be robbed. But I wonder if the state of law and order in New York was really what V. had claimed.

Managed to settle the official matters by end of the dinner, and the closure of the matter took a load off from the mind. Also had some time to listen in to how life could be in another part of the world, and realised I could not take certain things for granted.

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Earlier the day, I heard from Mistipurple that there were earthquakes occuring at Pakistan, India and Sumatra today. I checked the news just a moment ago, and found out that an earthquake of about 7.6 magnitude centered in Pakistan had occured earlier today. Also found out that an earthquake measuring 6.0 on the Richter scale rocked northern Sumatra, in Indonesia, today too.

Human beings are perhaps, vulnerable to nature's wraths. I think I am making myself feel detached right now. The night seem to make one experience emotional detachment perhaps? I don't know how to make sense of this world. I shall defer all efforts to participate in this world proactively until I feel sufficiently stronger to face a seemingly nonsensical world. Forgive me for my ramblings. It must be the effects of the night.

16 Aug 05: St Paul's Cathedral

After having continental breakfast at the hotel, I bought a day ticket from the Russell Square tube station and headed for St Paul's Cathedral. The nearest tube station is St Paul's tube station.



I headed there quite early in the morning. When I reached St Paul's Cathedral, it was so early that there were only a few people around. No photography was allowed within the premises. As such, when I was at the souvenir shop inside St Paul's Cathedral, I bought myself several postcards of the Cathedral.

To have some clues how the interiors of St Paul's Cathedral would look like, you may like to visit its official website: http://www.stpauls.co.uk, and look under "Visit St Pauls".

The history of St Paul's Cathedral could be dated back to 604AD. The first cathedral was built on the same site dedicated to St Paul. The current cathedral is the fourth to occupy the current site. It was designed by Sir Christopher Wren and was built between 1675 and 1710 after its predecessor was destroyed in the Great Fire of London.

Because I was in need to visit the Ladies soon after I reached St Paul's Cathedral, my first stop was the toilet that was situated in the Crypt. After visiting the Ladies, I realised that the Crypt has been serving as a burial place for many important and eminent figures. In the Crypt lies the tombs of Admiral Lord Nelson, Lord Wellington and Sir Christopher Wren. It was a pity that I was not able to view the tomb of Admiral Nelson as there were some works going on where his tomb was situated.

After the Crypt, I walked about the Cathedral. The interiors are elaborately furnished. The only disappointment was that I was too early to join a guided tour of the Cathedral. But if I had been patient to wait for a guided tour, I fear I might be too late to walk about other parts of London. I was due to leave London on 17 Aug 05, London time.

SH told me that instead of spending money to take the London Eye, I could walk up to the top of St Paul's Cathedral and take a good view of London. As such, I took the physical challenge to walk up the 530 steps from ground-level to the Golden Gallery, which is the highest point of the Cathedral accessible to the public.

At the entrance, I could see a signage that reminds visitors to respect the Cathedral and its property, and warns visitors that any act of vandalism will not be tolerated upon. It even warns that should vandalism occur beyond control, the authorities of the Cathedral may have to take the painful measure of stopping the public from gaining access to the stairways that leads to the various galleries. It was disappointing to see the walls vandalised by previous visitors. No way would I join their league.

After walking 259 steps up from ground-level, I reached the Whispering Gallery. As its name suggest, the gallery is constructed such that when someone makes a whisper against the wall on one side of the gallery, the whisper will be audible to someone from the opposite of the gallery. It was fascinating. When I was at the gallery, I did not speak. However, a few visitors who were across me at the opposite of the gallery were speaking softly. But be warned, they have been eavesdropped by yours truly unintentionally. I could hear them pretty clearly. From the Whispering Gallery, I looked up the interior designs of the dome. It was beautiful.

More climbing was to be done after leaving the Whispering Gallery. I have more steps to climb before I could reach the Golden Gallery. I hope I could make it there. The first 259 steps were manageable because the stairs were wider and broader. But I soon found the stairs to get progressively narrower and I had to be more careful in keeping my balance as I climbed up the stairs.

When I reached the Stone Gallery which is 378 steps from ground-level, I was delighted by the view. See the post St Paul's Cathedral on my other blog for the pictures. Seeing that there was no religious elements at the Stone Gallery, I asked the security guard who was sitting at the Stone Gallery if I could take pictures of the London city from the Stone Gallery. She said "Yes, you could. Thank you for asking." Yes, those words pleased me. But I realised the weather was not the most ideal for photography so I did not get many good photographs from the galleries.

Now the greatest challenge, to climb up to the Golden Gallery. The stairways was very narrow and much steeper by the time I climbed up to the Golden Gallery. I was frightened that I may slip and fall, but I realised that if I could just stay focused and ignore those imagined fears, I would be able to reach the Golden Gallery. I realised that I was more worried about going down the stairs on the return journey down.


The stairs up from the Stone Gallery to the Golden Gallery.

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Anyway, I let out a sigh of relief when I reached the Golden Gallery. I saw a security guard there, and I asked him how he manages to walk up everyday to the Golden Gallery. I also told him I was worried about going down the stairs. He assured me it was easier to go down than to come up. If I could come up, it would be easier going down. He asked that I stay focused on walking the stairs instead of looking down at those spaces underneathe those staircases made from metal.



I took this photo after "surviving" the long climb up to the Golden Gallery. Phew.

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Indeed like SH had said, I could get a relatively good view of London from the Golden Gallery. Thank goodness the Golden Gallery was relatively free from people, so I was able to take my time to walk about the rather narrow corridors of the Golden Gallery. While taking pictures there, I had to be very careful not to have my camera slipped out of my hand, or worse, to have myself fall down from the Golden Gallery. I felt I have to be careful. I was high above the grounds, almost alone and only protected from falling by the railings.

Going down was easier. I suppose the assurances from the security guard whom I had met had helped too. Yes, I have 'conquered' the Golden Gallery of St Pauls.

Below is my best picture of St Pauls which I have dedicated to my friend, Xiaofen, in one of my earlier posts.



For more pictures of St Pauls, please check out St Paul's Cathedral on my other blog.

(References: Please refer to the links on this post.)

Friday, October 07, 2005

London: Russell Hotel



This post flies you to London.

The long days and the darkness of the nights would have made one weary. What would be better than a good night rest. Strange and unfamiliar it may be, it is at least one's bed in foreign lands.


Sweet dreams.

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Russell Hotel, London, is quite a nice place to be in. It has a nice Victorian-style Facade. The staff are nice and relatively attentive.





I chose to stay there because it was nearby the British Museum. I had hoped to visit the museum as often as I could, but in the end, I had only been inside the British Museum on two occasions when I was in London. This seems to reflect how little time I had in London when I was there this August. Of course, I have to thank the kindness and generosity of my father for sponsoring the accomodation. Otherwise, I might have chose to stay in some budget hotel or hostel.

Since I had spent more time in total in the hotel (sleeping, reading the guide book, eating breakfast etc) than in the British Museum, I should at least show you how Russell Hotel looks like.



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There're lifts, but I chose to walk down the stairs.
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Main Lobby

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I am now thinking to myself: If I have the means, I will like to stay there when I visit London again.

Took time to be out

A post of ramblings:

My body is feeling tired, so are my soles. I must have been walking a lot lately?

Took time to be out from work on Wednesday's afternoon. It proved to be helpful in lightening my moods a little. I think I needed to be out, to breathe in fresh air and to sightsee.

I must have walked quite a bit this Wednesday's afternoon. Along my way, I passed by the Singapore Art Museum and Singapore's newest university, Singapore Management University. Not forgetting, the Esplanade - Theatres on the Bay.

I spent some time eating a small-size waffle with whipped cream and a scoop ice-cream at one of the Gelare outlets that is situated within Singapore's longest underground retail hub (CityLink Mall). It felt nice to be out when the streets are not crowded. I thrive on space. Space! My Vitamin S?

Then I started thinking what answers people may give me if I were to ask them what this is (see below):



Some time out, left me in a lighter mood.

A mood lightened seems to have inoculated me against a few challenges of the day. I hope I was not putting up a false front when I was able to pick myself up soon enough after finding my moods sinking down some hours ago.

My 'internal sensors', which give signals that things aren't in right order, have been on alarm mode lately. To cope with the bugging alarm from the internal sensors, I found walking and sightseeing one relatively safe way. Only to pity my feet and soles.

Sometimes I wish to have company on my journey. But I will soon fear intrusion of my space, that Vitamin S. Perhaps I choose the safer way, the way I best know how. Likely because people have not realised that I am more fragile than I seem to be. Otherwise, I would worry my behaviours would not be tolerated upon for I simply may not know when to stop, walking.

As I write, I sense that I am starting not to make sense to people. Perhaps it is my mind going to its natural mode, hoping to be out of the restraints of this world. But then, how can one be safe when one lives life without any restraint? Then again, will a life so disciplined and planned be safe anyway? Is safety what one craves and needs?

I don't know. I don't know much about this world. I could only search in hope to be enlightened.

Thursday, October 06, 2005

Thai dinner

A busy day at work. I wish one day I could find those answers that hover in my mind, but I know I may need guidance for I am not very wise.

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This evening, I met SH for dinner after work. She said she has photographs of her London and United Kingdom's trip to show me. Those photographs were taken on her colleague's photograph, and her colleague so kindly stored those photographs on a CD-ROM for her.

Our initial plan was to meet at one of the fast-food restaurants for fried chicken. SH had said she has craving for fried chicken so I obliged. However, that fast-food restaurantwas too crowded so we decided to change a venue for dinner.

We walked to this eatery called Jai Thai which was nearby. SH commented that we must have been addicted to Thai food. The last time that both of us met for dinner with JY, we had Thai food for dinner too.



We decided to order for ourselves the ala-carte buffet. We could choose from a menu consisting of 50 dishes. Vaguely, I remember we ordered in total, nine dishes. They were namely: Pandan chicken, pineapple rice, olive rice, green curry, prawn cake, Kailan with oyster sauce, Kailan with mushrooms, squids in garlic and pepper sauce, and fish in sweet and sour sauce.

The food was pretty satisfying, I shall say. SH said I should write about the taste and texture of the food. I could try, but I fear I am too tired to write in much detail.

The green curry was alright, but I do not know if it was comparable to the green curry that Mistipurple had tried at another restaurant. The portion of the green curry was rather small, enough for one person to eat along with another dish. I prefer it to be a little thicker, and the chicken meat more tender in texture.


The squid dish, the olive rice and the fish dish.
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The olive rice had a nice fragrant smell. SH prefers the pineapple rice. I shall say each is nice in its own way. The pandan chicken which was chicken wrapped in pandan leaves, and very likely fried thereafter, tasted good. SH said the meat of the pandan chicken was tender. SH liked the Kailan, so we ordered another dish of Kailan but that time, cooked with different ingredients.


Fish and Kailan
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I felt apologetic that I had to behave somewhat like a spy when I took out my camera to take the photographs. I had merely wanted my friend, JY, to see what SH and myself had for dinner. Well, hopefully I would be able to prove that I meant no harm.

Jai Thai is quite a nice place to go to. It was comparatively less crowded, and it gave us a sense of privacy from the dinnertime crowds. SH and I sat down to have dinner, while catching up. I also got to view the photographs that were taken in her trip to the United Kingdom. She showed me those photographs on her laptop. While viewing the photographs, I felt I was back in the United Kingdoms once again.

After dinner, we walked about and found ourselves walking towards the Esplanade - Theatres on the Bay. We say somewhere nearby the Outdoor Theatre and faced the Singapore River. It felt peaceful to listen to the sounds of the waters. Darkness may comfort at times? Thanks SH, for the company and your time.