I feel really rather quite helpless now, staring at my remaining 3 chapters of Management Accounting and not really knowing how to finish them in a night. It may sound very little, but trust me, each chapter takes a looong time to finish.

My lifestyle now? A far cry from my exchange days. I know, I know, I really shouldn't be comparing it like that but woah, I'm just really tired out from all this shit school is throwing at me.

And here it's like once you have one hellish week of deadlines and projects and mid-term tests it just goes downhill. Never-ending until your final exams are FINALLY over. THEN you can heave a sigh of relief.

In January I remember sitting on the toilet bowl in my hostel bathroom on the 2nd day upon arrival in Sweden, and thinking to myself, "What the heck am I going to do for 6 months here?!" Oh gosh. I take that back.

Honestly though, after learning to smell the roses in Europe, my stress levels have dipped considerably after I returned to Singapore. I've learnt not to take things too hard, and to learn how to work hard, but also play hard.

God I miss traveling. I miss Sweden. I miss Europe. Sometimes I read my notes and my mind wanders off and suddenly I'm back in my hostel in my cosy little corner, looking out the hostel window at a certain vintage bicycle that was always parked there - had its own character even though it was old - and I never found out who the owner was. And I remember having really awesome breakfasts everyday, it was always so sumptuous even though we were pretty poor. It would be scrambled eggs, or pancakes, or french toast, or sunny side ups, or cornflakes, or ham and cheese and bread. Now it's just kinda grab and go; or worse - I don't even eat breakfast nowadays!

Tell me again. Why is it that university students studying in other countries don't have it as bad as us, but probably graduate with more valued degrees? Doesn't it say something about our education system? Sigh.