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Trudging to the Praxis with a painful toe in the snow was no mean feat; I was limping most of the time and sliding on the icy ground, with my footing threatening to lose itself. I had an X-ray taken and all is fine. No frature or whatsoever, just a infraction of the toe. I’m cherishing my last days in Europe amidst all the load of work I’ve to finish.

15 days to go.


Having to write a 2500 word history essay in German is just pure madness. Writing it in English is bad enough.

Ich bin sehr tod.

This month’s gonna be all work and not much play. Well, I think I’ve traveled enough anyway. 18 cities, 10 countries. It ain’t so bad afterall.

3 more weeks and I’ll be home.

Ich kann nicht auf warten.

Hello, 2009. I’m 10 days late.

In 4 hours or so, I’ll be embarking on my Eastern Europe trip for the Christmas break. It’s gonna be quite a mad-cap adventure, considering that our planning was completely last minute and still is in tatters but we’ll improvise along the way.

I won’t be back in Freiburg till the 2nd or 3rd so I would like to write this down now, to say how much I’m grateful to be here and to the people who have made this exchange possible and in the best way one could have.

It’s been an amazing year, the best in my life thus far. I’ve met a certain baby whom I love to bits. I’ve accomplished a 9 year old dream of backpacking Italy alone. I’m here, in this continent where my interest and passion in history lie. I’m here, taking lessons and experiences to shape me for the rest of my life. With all these, it’s the best year I’ve ever had.

Before I leave, I’d like to wish everyone a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.

I hope it could be a white Christmas in Prague.


I watched as the snow fell sporadically from the sky, disappearing almost as soon as they touched the ground. Snow flakes fell onto my hair, eye lashes and black coat as I froze under three layers of clothes. My heart’s initial panic of not having my visa extended today and missing Barcelona tomorrow as a result seemed to ease away. It was now replaced by a pang of yearn and longing for a certain baby. I wished that he was here to walk with me in the snow, holding my hand in my red glove.

The snow continues falling outside my window as I type this. It’s been exactly 3 months since I’ve been in Europe but I am still not used to nights without you by my side.

And yes, it’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas.


I’ve become so comfortable in Europe that I no longer bother to convert Euros into SGD anymore, my friends here have started calling me Limpy, I’ve changed all my timings into European time, I can cook my own food, I don’t feel awkward by the German Stare anymore, I sit around on the bench in the city with beer bottles, I might just stay for another semester if everything works out…

On a bus ride through the snow and snow-capped hills to Paris, my dreams ran wild and this is where I want to be.

It’s been two and a half months here, and the party has just truly begun to start.

Getting smashed and collapsing onto the grass in the cold after that was totally uncool. I was so gone that four people had to help me to my room and make sure that I was okay. The puke and the hangover were the worst part of it all.

Get a grip, will you?

Where I’ve gone since 911.


Interlaken this weekend, Barcelona next month. I don’t know where else. So many places to visit, so little time.