Amsterdam Weekend

I feel like I've hit this phase where I'm supposed to be doing my work. But I can't do it because I don't know what am I doing. And when I don't know what I'm doing, I do other things that I shouldn't be doing.

Anyway, I've returned to Hatfield from Amsterdam. When I told my friend that I was so happy to visit the Rembrandt Museum and see Van Gogh's paintings, she was like, "Whoa, you're the first person that I know who goes to Amsterdam to see these artists instead of... you know, other things".

Ha ha. Yeah, smoking isn't exactly my priority when I arrive at Amsterdam. On the first night here, we're given these wrist tags that let us into some clubs in town. It was really fun, hanging out with these friends that I've just made when I arrive here. Some were my roomies that I befriended with in the hostel.

I only wish that I could be a part of the cycling culture here. Cyclists here are brutal, I quote our trip manager. To be honest, at some points of this trip, I'd think about my course works. That I'm lagging behind, and that I'm in such a slow progress with my V&A museum brief.

Sigh. Okay, I should stop complaining and continue working on it. Wish me luck!

PS: To all who are facing difficult times (not as petty as mine, but you get the picture...), be strong.