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I call the living, I mourn the dead, I chase the lightning.

Wanderlust -- "a trip, or a need to understand one's very existence,
that starts with the first step of a long journey"

-- Travels and ramblings -- summer of 08 and beyond ---

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

the other Cambridge once again

arriving at immigration, remembering CME arrival: waiting for Ken's health inspection, sitting on the floor with Alice by the brochure stands for more than an hour
Parker's Piece fun fair
stinky horses and sheep
bad magicians and lame rides
cute big stuffed ducky i want
so many babies, baby fever
youtube and chats and random bored facebook stalking
hotornot on cambridge girls?
abacus talk

basement floor Starbucks couch talk
talking about what to do later at night
talk of meeting the infamous boy, sheesh little freshies
dropping my iPhone in the Starbucks toilet
finding rice and alcohol at Sainsburys
burying my iPhone in rice
Ring of Fire
dickhead. sexy beast. sexy dickhead.
breaking the ring, port and vodka
seeing everyone outside La Place
La Raza drinks
finally Life
bad dance music
bottle service and calling shots
getting locked out of our B&B for the night
trying to guess the B&B's combo lock, looking sketchy to passer-bys
waiting for someone to come back to Morty House, being very cold outside
sitting on the stairs still waiting
sleeping on Hao's living room floor, borrowing clothes, cold and uncomfy
walking back and being angry at the B&B person at 8am
sleeeeeeeeping until 1pm
d'arry's lunch

Grantchester!
egg and watercress
brie and jam
curry chicken
scones and clotted cream and jam
the long walk back
cow poop
white swans and cute furry baby swans
brown cows
Caius May Ball prep
a dress crisis
to drink and eat beforehand or not
in queue along Caius alley, shiver shiver
seeing my Maths supervisor twice
first Pimms then doughnuts, crepes, and burgers - ostrich, kangaroo, venison - om nomnom nom
spring summer autumn winter
bad cocktails
avocado with hummus? with greek yogurt? with salmon dressing? oO
pumpkin & ginger soup
parsnip soup
terrible comedians, or is it terrible British humour
I'm terrible at arcade games
racing against QQ and both of us losing
silent disco
vodka luges
casino room
not being able to find my Maths supervisor again
not stomaching the whiskey tasting
a whole bottle of champagne - this is much easier
more port
gingerbread houses and men
borrowing John's fireworks
bad candy
cork shooting and little whirley toys
photography shoot
cute five little boys, who's the odd one out?
having to use two hands and two fingers to hold and shoot the cork gun
that hammer bell thingy
two shirtless, almost pantless guys? in only a collar, shirt cuffs, and a paper loin cloth thing...
flower wreath
seafood platter
shisha tent
finding the bathroom a lot
finally some hiphop dance
drunk friends around and abound
chilling out in the vodka luge room
love rants at the bar
breakfast food
sun rising
not waiting for the survivor's photo
sleeeeeeeeeeeep

Teri-Yaki as usual
a quick Lionyard shopping trip
not answering my British phone to 0800
watching 3 World Cup games a day
English breakfast daily
a beer and Mediterranean mezze for 6.95 GBP
my iPhone still utterly dead, still in rice
gyroscope
Peter Chao and bad youtube videos
Ring of Fire on Green St, once more before we all leave
having to talk in a Chinese accent for rest of the game
seeing everyone I wanted just about once
saying goodbyes again, this time for how long?

Cam hasn't changed :)

Post-graduation summer

MIT graduation! Boston -> NYC -> London -> (Doha ->) Shanghai -> (Doha -> London ->) NYC -> Singapore -> NYC! start work :)