Memoirs of Europe

The exams officially ended on 5th December. I initially planned to do a blog entry right after that but an "enforced" trip to Europe resulted in a change of plans. Honestly, how I wished the exams would never end. It was exhausting nonetheless, but it kept my mind preoccupied with an objective and for the entire month of November, random and unnecessary thoughts were driven out of my messy mind. At least I've recovered slightly after that turmulous period of studying and revising. I thought I'd sorted myself out but deep down, I knew all was not well. Therefore, I decided to look at this trip to Europe as a breather from all that has gone wrong in life. Armed with my book of big philosophical questions, I embarked on my journey.
The first eye-opener for me was the realization that Qatar has quite a decent national airline, though the name still puts me off. I had the chance to catch up on many old movies onboard that I missed out during exams. The whole tour was a mad rush, 6 cities in 11 days! Taking in sight after sight from Frankfurt to Amsterdam to Paris... It didn't help my mind. There were days when the cold was frightening but it provided a refreshing sensation everytime a gust of cold wind greeted my face. It is as if I'm "cleansed" of all my troubles.
According to Murphy's law, everything that can go wrong WILL go wrong. Well, Bernard has something to add to that law : Everything that can go wrong will go wrong. If you ever doubt its validity, it WILL still prove you wrong in the end. Lessons are there to be learnt. Picking up the pieces from my previous lesson and "escaping" to Europe, it seems that there's this little bit of stubborness in me that I cannot detach myself from. And guess what, it did prove me wrong again. At least the damage is controlled this time round as I am learning to take a philosophical view of everything that is going on (or going wrong in my case). Time and time again, I keep getting egg on my face and making a fool out of myself. As I pen my thoughts and dejection here, it is really time for me to wake up and smell the coffee, to move out of my own transit in life. It hurts so bad.

Europe
Day 1 & 2 : Frankfurt & Cologne - Landed in Frankfurt late at night. Visited the streets of Cologne and a wonderful church. Found out that 1.FC Koln is actually in Cologne.
Day 3 & 4 : Amsterdam - Terribly cold city. There's a quaint little fishing village up north with wonderful fish and chips. Houses neatly lined up along the narrow streets of Amsterdam and there's also a huge red-light district with "eye-catching" display windows!
Day 5 & 6 : Brussels & Brugge - Another cold city. Had a wonderful lunch and scenic tour in Brussels and bought plenty of chocolates. Proceeded to Brugge and saw many shops selling Club Brugge jerseys but not very cheap though.
Day 7 & 8: Paris - Began to get sick and tired of bread. Had the chance to climb up the Eiffel Tower and enter another beautiful church. Visited many monuments and famous statues in the city and stepped into the Louvre museum.
Day 9 : Freiburg - Back in Germany. Tasted delicious cakes and ice wine in the black forest region.
Day 10: Luzenn - Went up Mount Titlis in Switzerland and it was extremely beautiful up there, not to mention freezing cold as well. Found out that Switzerland has good late night television... haha.
Day 11: Milan - City was older and dirtier than expected. Every inch of wall was not spared from colourful graffiti. But it was the warmest city so far and it was much more comfortable here. Looking forward to home.

I finally arrived in Singapore on the 21st of December. It was back to work and plenty of adjustments after that and to cope with the loneliness of spending yet another festive season by myself. Nonetheless, I was grateful for my part-time job for distracting me and keeping me occupied. Reality did not spare me though as it dealt me another cruel blow. Thankfully it decided not to mess with my first semester results as I managed to achieve a decent cap score of 3.4. But, this huge discovery could turn out to be the final blow that smashes every bit of my broken heart...