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Continuously meeting people who blow your mind more and more each time ( Read more... ) -
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My mum left today. It's always so sad when she goes. OK 8 weeks of being in a small town on my own ( Read more... ) -
The city of dreaming spires, sub fuscs, and annoying freshers.
Welcome to Oxford. Let's brush up on some funny eccentricities and terms that people here use and that you all had better get used to. My college is having a party tomorrow night - it's called a 'bop'. My college credit account is called a 'battel'. The gown for the formal ceremony whereby one becomes a member of Oxford University is called a 'sub ( Read more... ) -
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Today I had to deal with unbelievably irritating English inefficiency on the phone, which was a huge waste of my money and time and energy and good feelings towards England. Today I felt like leaving England for good was a good move so I could stop getting so pissed off all the time. Then again, I probably expend as much if not more energy at ( Read more... ) -
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I'm ready to start school. The problem with people like me, and euphrosynely, I think, is we can't stay still in one place. So what to do? Keep moving. Learn tons of languages? Network like mad? I want to go back to England now, but when I'm there, I'll miss Hong Kong (I even slightly miss Singapore - but I think it's the independence and new-to-the-city-ness ( Read more... ) -
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Haha, I truly live in one of the most colourful parts of town ( Read more... ) -
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"Life isn't a rehearsal". What is it?
Any ideas? Stand up improvisation? A ticket to heaven for a life of virgins and fine wines? An exercise in nihilism? Come on guys, I know you're all bursting with smart alec ideas.
Milkround 2007 begins now woopee!!!!