Drifting in and out of frenzied episodes of studying and totally chillax periods of slacking. My final exam's this Saturday but I totally don't know what to study for. Ah, well.

Everybody's telling me I'm going home soon, and oh, yes I know that better than anyone else. I have a mental countdown clock installed somewhere in my brain, and it's ticking. Tick, tick. And everyone's telling me that it's high time I go back. And well, the rational side of me tells me yes, it's time to go, that these experiences are temporal (even though they will be etched eternally - discounting any dementia episodes when I'm old and saggy - nestled comfortably in the depths of my long term memory), but the sentimental side of me doesn't want to go, I know I will miss this place even though its been a short 5 month love affair. And yet another side of me tells me that I belong back home. My roti prata's waiting. So are my family, my friends and my three lovely dogs (whom I sincerely hope didn't conveniently forget me, I've had nightmares about that scenario).

I guess I know that my leaving this place is inevitable. And so I hope to end it off on a high note.

Anyway, enough of the old woman's rambling. I am going to post some of my favourite pictures here. I don't know if I'll actually succeed in posting one post for each country I've visited, but I'll probably have more time to spare once I'm back in Singapore!

My friends, this is Portugal. Lovely country of unexpected delights.