All these years, knowing things makes me feel intelligent, regardless of how random and impractical they may be. I guess I still have that curious and eager-to-learn side of me, regardless of how tedious I've recently found studying. I've always admired people who are able to hold a conversation about lots of things. Lots, lots, and lots of things. As a girl, I wished that one day I would grow up and know lots, lots, and lots of things. In short, I'm that person who would never go into a museum without an audio guide or a guide-book on the history of artwork exhibited.

Paris and Milan were two equally gorgeous cities, with just absolutely amazing food, amazing art collections, amazing architecture. I sound like one of those Visit (country) 2010! websites now. But honestly, the 3rd time in Paris and I am discovering those little quaint alleys and stuffy tearooms where all the French ladies go, and it gives me little flips of excitement in the middle of my (now round and flabby) tummy!

In that place itself I realised that my studying one year of French hasn't served me well, due to the lack of practice. It's as if I haven't given it the justice it deserves, I really need to work on that. French is such a beautiful language!

After an absolutely wonderful week away from London, I feel like I haven't done enough with my time here. Sure, I've been around to all the touristy areas, but there's so many places left undiscovered. Hence right this moment, I shall make a promise to myself: In my last couple of months left, I will not sit around my room all day watching TV series or work 24-7 in the library - I'm going to put my coat on, and track down those little neighbourhood markets that I could completely adore.