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Life is mad here, right now.
I counted last night that I have altogether 11 academic assessments before my stint at Sciencespo is over altogether. That's in 3 weeks by the way. So, madfuck crazy. This week alone is 3 presentations (with a moron as a groupmate) and 1 major essay due.
And on top of there, there is the bubbling excitement of seeing Europe after all that madness. (Berlin, Greece, Warsaw, London, Prague, Vienna, Munich, Milan, Amsterdam. And then darling Rome again.) But because it will be tourist high season, it is even more imperative to plan and book NOW. Which only adds to the infinite list of things to do.
Since we last spoke:
1) Barcelona: I finally flexed my 3-day week muscles and took a spur of the moment trip down to this beautiful city. It was very lovely in many ways. So young compared to Rome; and Gaudi's architecture made me feel young, it's a jubilant happiness that I guess I haven't felt in years. If you were charitable you would call it childlike. If you were disdainful, you would call it childish. La Sagrada Familia- I hope it gets built in my lifetime.
New ambition to be a travel writer. Haha. I think I would be poor but so happy. Europe has awakened a wanderlust in me. All of us, the modern nomads with our hard cases, with our official papers, with our unwieldy cameras. Is it because I am searching for something I don't have in life-as-usual-back-home, or am I just greedy basically? I know, I sound so spoilt, even being able to have the opportunity to consider these questions...
On a sidenote: I keep falling in love with European cities. I don't know how I'm supposed to go home in the end. 3 months ago, I sat crying in Changi at my boarding gate. I'm likely to repeat the performance at CDG in about 3 months' time...
2) Clubbing in Paris! Haha. Finally. It was different. And disturbing. But, exchange is about new experiences after all. I would go again. But I am sometimes, afraid of what I would do if there is nothing to stop me. Afraid of myself- what a weird idea.
Okay, really must buckle down and get shitloads of work done today. No choice. At least I enjoy the research process, I keep telling myself.
I counted last night that I have altogether 11 academic assessments before my stint at Sciencespo is over altogether. That's in 3 weeks by the way. So, madfuck crazy. This week alone is 3 presentations (with a moron as a groupmate) and 1 major essay due.
And on top of there, there is the bubbling excitement of seeing Europe after all that madness. (Berlin, Greece, Warsaw, London, Prague, Vienna, Munich, Milan, Amsterdam. And then darling Rome again.) But because it will be tourist high season, it is even more imperative to plan and book NOW. Which only adds to the infinite list of things to do.
Since we last spoke:
1) Barcelona: I finally flexed my 3-day week muscles and took a spur of the moment trip down to this beautiful city. It was very lovely in many ways. So young compared to Rome; and Gaudi's architecture made me feel young, it's a jubilant happiness that I guess I haven't felt in years. If you were charitable you would call it childlike. If you were disdainful, you would call it childish. La Sagrada Familia- I hope it gets built in my lifetime.
New ambition to be a travel writer. Haha. I think I would be poor but so happy. Europe has awakened a wanderlust in me. All of us, the modern nomads with our hard cases, with our official papers, with our unwieldy cameras. Is it because I am searching for something I don't have in life-as-usual-back-home, or am I just greedy basically? I know, I sound so spoilt, even being able to have the opportunity to consider these questions...
On a sidenote: I keep falling in love with European cities. I don't know how I'm supposed to go home in the end. 3 months ago, I sat crying in Changi at my boarding gate. I'm likely to repeat the performance at CDG in about 3 months' time...
2) Clubbing in Paris! Haha. Finally. It was different. And disturbing. But, exchange is about new experiences after all. I would go again. But I am sometimes, afraid of what I would do if there is nothing to stop me. Afraid of myself- what a weird idea.
Okay, really must buckle down and get shitloads of work done today. No choice. At least I enjoy the research process, I keep telling myself.
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