It was a dream so sweet that you can extract it out to make a box of macarons and sell it in Lenôtre. This dream seems so real that when I woke up, I know for sure that I will want to make it a dream come true.
In my dream, I was an owner of a bookstore. A very small bookstore with books you can hardly find. Just opposite my shop there's a colourful florist. For some weird reason, like every other unexplanable fact of dreams, I know that shop belongs to Shikin. And our lovely little shops are set up in a small lane of Paris. I was anxiously waiting for the clock to strike 5pm so that Shikin and I can go out for dinner. I even know that I've made a reservation at 7pm in a restaurant called Picolo. I don't know if there's any restaurant called Picolo in Paris, but in real life, Picolo is one of my favorite restaurant in North Hobart :S Well, as much as I hate Hobart, I must admit that the gastronomy scene there is 100 times much better than in Malaysia. Where in Malaysia can you find lobster salad topped with caviar? Or rib eye steak that's cooked in perfect medium (when I say medium, I want it medium!).
When I got snapped back to reality, I thought to myself, I want it so badly. So, I'm setting a goal for myself. Perhaps, it's more like a challenge. I'm thinking of going to Paris and actually see Paris. I want study every inch of the city.
I want to go into every museum.
I want to take all my art equipments and paint on the street of Paris.
I want to sit in the cafe and listen to some bossa nova.
I want attend Paris Fashion Week.
Most importantly, I want to see le chateau de Versaille more than the Eiffel Tower.
I don't know what's in the Versaille that's attracted me. I actually named my house as Versaille on foursquare. LOLOLOL!!!! Only boring people would name their home as X's Crib, My Home, My House, oh well... you know...
In my eyes, everything French is beautiful. Like french manicure, french flapper posters, french toast, french fries, french maid. Haha... just kidding. I think the influence started when three years ago, my dad randomly bought for me a Paris Combo CD. He was trying to be cheapskate not to buy me any fashion-related stuff. I can never imagine my dad would ever buy me anything like that. His sourvenirs are limited to CDs, books, painting stuff (Oh, ya... he bought for me Windsor & Newton too, which is really rare), and more books, more CDs. (Off topic, I totally forgotten to ask YT to buy for me some CDs when she went there :( if anyone going to France please let me know ok?) And then when I saw his badly photographed photos of Paris, my heart just melted. Actually, it's more like angry. I was angry that he corped out some part of his photos, no point of view, wrong lighting, the list goes on and on. I'm a good photo critique. So, I'm determined to photograph the exact same thing, but with better POV.
This Paris flame also started because I was researching on Fédération française de la couture, du prêt-à-porter des couturiers et des créateurs de mode and came to realized that I know no shit about haute couture. Well I talk about Chanel, Dior, Lanvin, Balmain everyday but there are much more to learn about the industry.
At the same time, I'm reading Eat Pray Love, which strongly inspired me to travel. I admire the author. I admire her strength in leaving everything behind in pursuit of her inner self. So the trip to Paris is like a retreat for me to inspire myself artistically. And among many other reasons to travel, I also want to pay a pilgrimage to the fashion capital. Yes, I worship Charles Federick Worth as God (and also Brigitte Bardot).
Here's what I'm going to do. I will need approximately RM500,000 to fund my two months trip. I am hoping to do this in the next three years. I don't know where am I going to get that RM500k. Actually, my parents already handed over the house in Glenmarie to me. If my desire to travel meets my insanity, I would sell off the house. At this point of time, I'd rather save up. Sad to say, my savings is only enough to get me a return tickets to Paris, excluding accommodation, food, etc. etc. etc.
While trying to save up for money, I should start to learn French. My vocabs only limited to bonjour, excusez moi, jesuis desole, je ne comprends pas, parlez vous anglais?, je ne parle pas francais, if that's enough for me to survive two months in Paris.
Since Shikin appeared in my dream, and my goal is to make my dream come true, Shikin is included in my plan. I'm not sure if she's crazy enough to follow my expedition. But I do hope she consider this. After all, it's Paris we're talking about.
Nuff said, I need to get back to bed hoping that my queer dream will continue.
9 comments:
Ah... Then I can visit u gals there for vacations :)
Love the city for no reason too.
I might be going to Paris again, not sure bout it yet but I might :)
I am always dreamed of PARIS! Let's work hard to turn these sweet dreams into an even sweeter reality
Parisssssssssssssssssssssssssssss
YT: If you go again please tell me ok?
ChinkyGirlMel: How fun if we can meet there? And have a girl trip. OMG the shopping!!!
Miss Noodle: Let's go together gether!
fashion week! *drools*
niiiiiiiiiiiiiice, i really want to go paris someday too.
you can always tweet me in french if you want to practice, it's actually the native language where i'm from, so can help
i will visit paris again just to SHOP!!! but do let me know when you're going ok? you can paint all you want and i'll shop til i drop :P
Yvonne Yong: Let's go together gather.
Manju: I'll tweet you in french from now on. LOL. If I know how to.
zthon: You say one hor. We go together ok. While I paint, you can be my personal shopper. LOL!
je aime paris aussi
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