Päkapikuvabrik

Täna tegelesime Jõuluballi kutsetega, see pidi toimuma ühise tunni ajal, meil oli niivõrd palju kutseid, et me tegutsesime ka vene tunni ajal edasi (nii ropult palju, et me tegutseme homme veel edasi xD). Ma olen suht kindel, et Silja (vene õps) on solvunud meie peale, minuarust keegi isegi ei maininud talle, et me lähme kutseid meisterdama anoh.. vbl keegi, kes tundi läks, mainis. Vähemalt pole ekoolis mingit puudumist märgitud. Et siis jah, 200 kutset oli, kuldsed ja hõbedased, kusjuures hõbedased maksavad eelmüügis 100.- ja balli ajal 125.-, kuldpilet maksab muidugi 500.-. Kaunistamisel sai päris mõnusalt aega veedetud. Ahjah, meenub üks naljakas asi, hakkasime vanasse majja sisenema, et minna kaunistama pileteid, tee peal tuli teemaks Jõuluballi kleit, Piretil on juba 5-st erinevat kleiti, millest ühe peab ta lõpuks välja valima, mina aga ütlesin nukral toonil, et mul polegi ühetgi kleiti veel, Kadri hakkas siis midagi sogama, et ta võib mulle ühe musta kleidi laenata, (seda mida me Kadri peol vaatasime) et ma olevat öelnud, et see on äge ja värki, et mulle see kleit meeldis. Ma jäin siis korraks mõtlema ja ütlesin: ‘Ma ei kasuta sellist sõna nagu ”äge”….’ Kadri siis minuteid hiljem: ‘Ahjah, ei kasuta jah…’

FEIL KADRI… FEEEEEEEEEIL !

Täna oli Vihte heas tujus. Ta küsis  ühe küsimuse ja nimetas mu nime, siis hakkas rääkima, et ta tahtis mind kuidagi teisiti nimetada, ühe ilusa nimega.. Aga seda ta nagu ei tahtnud teiste ees öelda, ütles, et ütleb mulle isiklikult. Armas. Nagu arvata oligi, läks see tal meelest ära. Ma ei läinud üle küsima ka.. Et siis… ilus nimi.

PSt, tal oli niivõrd hea tuju täna, et kui ma klassi sisenesin ja SIRLIlt küsisin: ‘ Sprechen Sie Deutsch ?’, vastas VIHTE: ‘ Ja, Ich Spreche Deutsch, und Du ?’ ja mina siis: ‘ Ein Bisschen..’ … ROOOOWL… =D Mitte, et ma temalt seda küsisin aga noh…

Nüüd on siis kindel, järgmisel neljapäeval Tallinna, Teeviidale :3, Jaanus pidavat ka sel ajal Teeviidal olema. =D

Huvitav, mul pole ammu pea valutanud ja üle pika aja tegin ka lõunauinakut ! Niiet, selline tunne on nagu oleks täna reede.

Btw, Blog Stats: 3,986 hits.. =D, tea, kas homme tuleb 4,000 ära ?

Muse – Undisclosed Desires

Elamine nõuab julgust

Üritad ja tahad, kuid kõik läheb alati persssse..

Gestern abend war der so genannte Internationale Abend an der HS. An diesem Abend kochen Gruppen von Studenten Essen aus allen möglichen Ländern der Welt. Für den Preis von 70 cent bekommt man eine Essensmarke und kann sich dann was aussuchen. Die Gruppe mit den meisten Marken und Stimmen gewinnt. Was genau die Gewinnergruppe gewonnen hat und wer eigentlich gewonnen hat, hab ich leider nicht mitbekommen. Zusätzlich haben sich an dem Abend verschiedene Gruppen “vorgestellt”. Die Tanz- und Sportgruppen hatten Aufführungen und es gab auch einige musikalische Auftritte.

Ich hab gestern das erste Mal Wodka-Ahoi getrunken. Ekliges Zeug. Für die, die es nicht wissen sollten: Man schüttet sich erstmal die Ahoi-Brause in den Mund und dann den Wodka Shot hinterher. Der Effekt war witzig, eklig war es aber irgendwie trotzdem. Die Party gestern hat dann natürlich mal wieder zu einem ziemlichen Schlafmangel geführt. Bin trotzdem um 8 zu VWL gegangen und diesmal war der Dozent sogar ein wenig verärgert über unser passives Verhalten “schlechte Performance” hat er zu uns gesagt….VWL ist auch leider so ein Fach bei dem man ehrlich merkt, wenn man ein mal gefehlt hat. Ich kam heute wirklich schlecht hinterher.

In Englisch war heute endlich unser Referat dran. Es lief ganz gut, trotz einiger Verhaspler, aber das ist ja normal. Morgen istGott sei Dank auch schon wieder Freitag und ich freu mich schon sehr auf den Weihnachstmarkt

Ich komme gerade von meinem Geschichts -  Proseminar “Die Welt des Hesiod” heim. Es ging heute, wie so oft, um Land- und Viehwirtschaft und irgendwann fielen dann auch die Wörter “Domestikation” und “Fischerei”. Svenja und ich, eigentlich eher ich, brachten sie dann zusammen und daraus entstanden die “domestizierten Fische”. Aber was macht man denn mit denen? Man kann ja nicht mit einem Fisch Gassi gehen. Statt dessen geht mal halt mal eben mit Blubbi Plantschi =), an der glitschfesten Leine versteht sich. Blubbi ist ein Golden Retnemo und wirklich herzallerliebst, aber wenn jemand böse ist, dann hetze ich ihm einfach meine Piranhas oder meine Schäferfische auf den Hals.

Nehmt dies als nur einen kleinen sinnlosen Beitrag des heutigen Tages. Aber lasst euch eins gesagt sein… Ich habe immer noch Bauchweh vom Lachen =)

Ach, und noch was: Ich HASSE(!!!) Fische

Ein Protestsong für die aktuellen Unibesetzungen – ganz im alten Stil, voll un-Web 2.0-ig. Dafür aber dann wieder auf youtube.

Am Samstag war ich im besetzten Audimaxx in Erlangen und hab mit einigen der Protestler gesprochen. Ihnen war nicht klar, dass Gesellschaft leider nur eine Fiktion ist und nicht handeln kann. Sie wollten alle “die” Gesellschaft bewegen. Tja, mehr als ein Echo wirds wohl nicht geben. Hier bleibt der Sprechakt in der Sprache, Folgen sind zweifelhaft. Ich bin ja ein Anhänger konkreterer Forderungen. Die Phase der Aufweckungen ist vorbei, es geht inzwischen  um Handlungen.

Vor ca. einem Jahr hatte ich ein schöne Hauptseminar und wie bei jedem Seminar, wollte ich nach dessen Beendigung, das gesammelte Wissen wieder in die Freiheit entlassen. Was ich auch getan habe durch flächendeckendes Vergessen. Für meine Abschlussarbeit musste ich heute tief wühlen um die vergessenen Informationen wiederzufinden und dabei fand ich diese Zeugnisse des Desinteresses.

Jeg tror at jo mer jeg prøver å være flink, jo mindre flink er jeg. Jeg har ikke vært full (eller gjort noe særlig usunt annet enn å legge meg i firetiden) på veldig lenge. Alikevel får jeg ikke til dette møkkaessayet. Du vet når du må skrive tre sider om elektrolyse på ungdomsskolen, eller fem om hvordan du har malt et bilde av et eple på videregående? Sånn er dette essayet. Jeg bryr meg absolutt ikke. Forrige uke måtte jeg skrive et essay om kvaliteten på et annet essay. Det var ok, jeg bryr meg i det minste om skriving og teater, og de var såvidt nevnt i teksten. Nå skal jeg skrive om hvordan betongen og veien frem mot Royal National Theatre generer mening. For å være fullstendig ærlig har jeg ikke giddet å dra dit en gang. Det er en stor klump av betong. Jeg er kjent for å være overfølsom, men selv ikke jeg klarrer å rote frem noen reaksjon når jeg ser på en betongklump. Jeg blir ikke sint på den dårlige arkitekturen engang. Jeg bare kjeder meg.

Det beste som skjedde med meg denne uken var at jeg gjenoppdaget Johnny Flynn, og denne episoden i dag morges:

Jeg våkner av at vaskedama banker på døra, og slenger på meg det første jeg ser. Det første jeg ser er grønne slengbukser, en fløyelsvest og en enorm fakepelsjakke med stor krave. Sa noen Woodstock? Jeg renner ut døra og stotrer frem til mannen på starbucks at jeg trenger en enorm mocca, nå. Nei, ikke tall eller venti, diger. Med min digre kaffe i hånden tasser jeg mot biblioteket, så ser jeg en jente jeg kjenner. Følgelig vinker jeg med den hånda som bærer kaffen sånn at jeg får kombinert hilsen og dusj, og synger “YOU CAN PIN AND MOUNT ME LIKE A BUTTERFLY” til henne før jeg innser at jeg er omringet av 18-åringer som er på omvisning for å se om de vil gå på dette universitetet. Det tror jeg ikke de vil.

Kanskje jeg skal sniffe litt kokain nå, eller sykle ned Mile End Road uten hjelm. Om det ikke hjelper meg å skrive om asfalt og betong, så hjelper det sikkert den tette nesen min. Å være flinkis funker i alle fall ikke; to timer til innlevering og konklusjonen min lyder “The Royal National Theatre is not what one would expect of a theatre.”

It’s seems like it’s been a while since I’ve update but just to let people who know where we stand and whas been happening. Due to some personal issues with a few groups members we’ve been held back. But we’ve got the go ahead for the location and party scene and hoping to start filming a.s.a.p . So hang tight and we be back soon

After being pregnant two years in a row and having my brain completely atrophy, I decided to apply for university, finally. I have been wanting to study nutrition and dietetics (with the aim of becoming a hospital dietician) for more than a decade. So it was a little unnerving when it came to the crunch and I found myself applying for something in a completely different direction.

I am worried that I won’t be accepted, but I am even more worried that I will be. It has been a long, long time since I used my brain in any meaningful way. I will admit, though, that I am kind of excited. I can’t wait to dig in and stretch those old muscles, to open that brain and pour in something I didn’t know before, to extract some critical thinking.

I know I can do it, I just have to warm up to it first. Starting to blog again is part of my training.

I heard a story from my cousin that a junior of mine got blacklisted from UTAR and have to do her internship in DSA in UTAR Kampar lol. Actually I made jokes about it previous two semester before my IA about maybe some of us will  kena in DSA if cant find any company and stuff. I thought maybe Jon will have 99% of chance getting into FICT and help student who borrow laptop and projector for class lol.

Turns out we are not dumbfuck enough huh. I heard 2 different stories about what really happened.

1st story from my cousin. I assume he heard it directly from his friend which goes like this. She is busy with something and it is so busy that she can’t find time to find a company to ask whether they will accept her to do her industrial training and she leave it to UTAR to find a placement for her. So UTAR found a company for her and she went interview and the company require her to work overtime everyday and need to stay in the office. So of course she rejected la right?  Who wanna work like that man? Give me I also tak mao la.

But what I thought at first when my cousin told me this story is that. Hahaha. So bad luck la. Who ask so lazy to find own placement let UTAR find for you. Can’t blame la. So easy to find placement. Just go online and search for the company phone and call la. Can do that while you shit in the toilet right? Or better come and ask us senior where did we intern at and the company good or not and get some information. So easy also no time do? Plus, I sure don’t believe everyday also need to work overnight stay in office lo. And you study PR and memang should have expected this what. Even before we go out, lecturer already warn us about such things. Come on. If you so suey kena then don’t blame the uni la.

For the 2nd story pulak, I heard it from my classmate. She said she heard that actually the girl went to the interview with another fella. So during the interview, they already say that you MIGHT need to work overtime and company will provide place for you to stay. Might need to OT sometimes only. Not everyday. And then she never say she can’t. Just say ok. After the interview, the company called the girl and told her that they will take her in only. She so smart reject the company and tell them to hire the another fella. Damn fucking smart lol. People provide you the opportunity to learn and stuff and you can teach people what to do and waste their time? Seriously la. What was she thinking? The company sure angry la. If me also I angry lo. Where still will take UTAR student next time. You think only UTAR got send people out for training izzit? Stil got BERLAMBAK people wanna intern wan ok. Ruining your junior life only. If the news spread how? Other companies also scare lo. Macam mana mao give you all placement next time?

Suddenly I remember 1 case which happened in KTAR Setapak, which people thought is UTAR again wtf. A graduate from KTAR damn smart think he damn cool go interview for job in short pants showing your ugly hairy leg with slipper. WTF? Mana common sense? Ma de. I so pariah already stil got people who are more pariah than me. -.- Seriously where you can find such interesting stuff? Only in UTAR!

Note : This post title is credited to Mr Jonathan Narain Chandran a.k.a The Absolut Monster. I would like to thank him for this pro title.

On my day off, I had to get up at 7:30am to get winter tires installed on the hybrid.   I already picked up a new set of steel wheels the day before (what a headache that was) and I woke up with plenty of time to make it to Costco for the tire center opening.  Even though I was there before the 8:00am opening, I still had to wait over 2 hours to get the job done.  Me and waiting don’t get along too well.  Apparently I lack patience, but I don’t believe it.  Just  ask “Monk” or the boys in the kitchen at Tapenade Bistro.   They say patience is a virtue; I will have to keep that in mind and keep working on that one.   After the winter tire nightmare was over, the only thing that I had in mind was to go have a good lunch with “Monk” and “Jazzy.”

Unfortunately, we still had lots of errand running to do.  A trip to another Costco had to be made to check out a new Blackberry and do a little shopping, plus kiddie clothes had to be dropped off at “Monk’s” sister’s house.   Fortunately, a  trip to the mall was averted and it was time to eat.  I’ve been craving sushi for the past few weeks and I’ve been experiencing the pains of sushi withdrawal, so it was time to satisfy my fix. 

Dragon roll

Sushi California was right in the neighbourhood of all our errand running, so we decided to go there.  I know I just blogged about it a few weeks ago, but I feel inclined to

Spider roll

 expound further.   We were greeted warmly, we were sat immediately and hot tea was in front of us within seconds.   This time around, I ordered a selection of nigiri sushi which included salmon, albacore toro, tobiko with quail egg, hamachi, tako and uni.  I also ordered a spider roll and a dragon roll for me and “Monk”.  The rolls arrived first and they were good.  We were starving, the rolls were tasty, but not life altering in any way.  In fact, the sauce on the dragon roll was a little heavy-handed and a touch sickly sweet. 

How good does that look?

A few more pieces.

When the nigiri sushi arrived, I actually said wow.  It looked perfect with all the items screaming freshness at us.   The taste of all the sushi was very good with the albacore toro being exceptional and the uni being unbelievably clean tasting.  The toro just melted in my mouth and was the best piece of albacore toro I’ve ever had.  The uni had such natural sweetnes  and the portion was huge.  For $1.35 for the toro and $2.50 for the uni, the value is fantastic.  When we finished all the food, I had to order another piece of uni and toro for myself and “Monk” and I also had a chopped scallop sushi each.  The uni was just as good, though the toro was not nearly as perfect as the first piece.  The scallop sushi was lack lustre in comparison, but still enjoyable.

"Jazzy" eyeballing my toro and uni.

Issues and concerns; the menus are kinda dirty and gross, the bathrooms could use some work and the rice seems a touch under seasoned.   The rolls are not their forte,  but overall I really have become a fan of Sushi California.  The sushi is fresh, well prepared, a good value and so close to our house.  I think Sushi California will become my new inexpensive sushi fix and pray it stays consistent.

I stand behind my initial review.   On my chef’s night out scale, Sushi California receives 3.5/5  SOB (slices of bacon).

Blardy Utar and their blardy efficiency. I waited half an hour for the damn bus. Turns out, the driver had been sitting there reading newspaper. When asked, he had the fucking guts to say “Eh? Ada orang mau pergi meh? I ingat tak ada”.

WTF. YOU ingat tak ada so no need to fucking care about the schedule lah right? How about those people WAITING both at uni and at their homes for the damn bus to show up to bring them to uni or back home? CIBAI. Damn useless Indian fat fuck.

Gnocchi with Crab, originally uploaded by Jen Chan.

In this awesome uni sauce. My favourite of the night.

The white was light and a great match to the gnocchi.

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In light of my great respect for the fine art of Kaiseki, Yuki’s mom decided that she wanted to take me out for another style. That woman loves me! Frankly, I can’t blame her. At any rate, a friend of hers had recommended Ushiyama in the Meguro neighborhood of Tokyo, so we gave it a shot last night. And what a shot it was! Slam dunk!

It started off with a plate of carrots, shiitake, and mibuna with grated apple. Who would have thought of putting grated apple on mushrooms? Ushiyama, that’s who. I’m damn he did, it was amazing!

After that came a dish of four. I ate them clockwise from bottom left. Ama ebi (sweet shrimp), raw sardines with thinly sliced onion that’s been soaked in cold water to remove the sharpness, warm salted ginko nuts skewered on pine needles on top of seitan (wheat gluten) cakes on top of grilled sweet potato that was shaped like a ginko leaf, and uni in a lily blossom. No, I did not eat the maple leaf in the center of the plate nor the pine needles.

Next was the soup course. I heavily bonito flaked dashi broth that was nice and smokey with a rinkon (lotus root) and mochi dumpling and a bok choy leaf with some yuzu zest. It ranks right up there with the best soups I’ve ever eaten, next to the one I ate a few years ago at Iron Chef Michiba’s restaurant.

After the soup course was the sashimi course. It consisted of suzuki (sea bass), melt-in-your-mouth tuna, and ika (squid). It must be ika season because the ika I’ve eaten on this trip is by far the softest and sweetest I’ve ever had.

Then they served us home-made soba noodles in a light soy-dashi with some thinly sliced negi (green onions) on top. I’m telling you, there is absolutely nothing like top quality freshly made soba noodles. I don’t know if I can go back to store-bought dried soba when I get home. I mean, of course I can, but it just won’t be the same. So chewy and clean tasting.

Next up was the grilled course. Sawara (a cousin of the spanish mackerel) grilled with yuzu-miso and served with yuzu-miso konnyaku and daikon that was cut into a flower with a small slice of red pepper. I’ve never had yuzu-miso before, I’m a huge fan!

After that was the simmered course which was kinmedai (splendid alfonsino) in a ginger sauce. It was served with spinach and daikon radish with chawanmushi in the middle.

For the fried course we got a dish with some tempura. Shishito pepper and ebi imo (a kind of yam) served in a light dashi with momiji oroshi and chopped chives.

Then came the rice and miso course. The rice was a glutinous rice with chirimenjako (baby sardines simmered in saltwater, dried in the sun, and covered in a sweet soy marinade), sliced shiso, and served on top of a cherry leaf. The miso had mizuna greens in it. There was also some lightly pickled cucumber and daikon on the side (yes Nick, I even ate the pickles!).

Finally, for dessert we got sweet potato mousse. It was so soft and lightly sweet, it was really more like a light sweet potato cheesecake. Served with a sweet potato chip on top.

This Kaiseki was Kyoto-style which is considered to be the most sophisticated and delicate of all styles. Hard to argue as the food was simply magnificent! Plus, all of that food for only $50 per person! I challenge anyone to find a deal half that good for a meal of that quality prepared with that caliber anywhere in the states. Thanks so much for bringing me here Tamiko!!!

LESS THAN A WEEK AND A HALF LEFT can you believe it

it’s crazy. I realise my blog tends to be sparse on the details of ‘what’s goin down’ but meh, I figure detail would bore all you cats out of your skulls.

I’m currently juggling with some ideas about writing, and something someone said to me about being engaged in the world around you, that you can be an idealist but still do something in the expectation of change. Literature has to have an end-point otherwise it’s just pretty words.

Hmm. I’m currently skirting on the edge of an idea that culture IS ideology. We are the things we read and watch and consume, and literature is far from a mirroring process. When you stare into the abyss, the abyss stares back into you and all that jazz.

I realise ideological writing is distinctly Not Cool these days, but I think we tend to forget that a rejection of all ideologies IS an ideology. Literature that says we have no answers is fundamentally one in itself, even if that answer is ERROR 404 RETURN TO SENDER REDO FROM START

recht haben sie.

Jetzt hatte ich doch fast vergessen, dass ich auch noch studiere. Ich bin Studentin im 7. Semester, und das noch immer vordiplomlos. Herrlich.

Heute ist der Unterricht ausgefallen (insgesamt 2 Kurse, sprich 4 Stunden) weil das Audimax besetzt ist. Morgen und Freitag hingegen habe ich jetzt keinen Unterricht mehr, weil ich im Chaos der letzten Wochen in jedem der drei Kurse bereits vier Mal gefehlt habe, womit ich automatisch durch diese Kurse gefallen bin. Somit habe ich jetzt ein monströs langes Wochenende. Das erste Semester, in dem das so ist. Wer weiß – vielleicht komme ich ja auf den Geschmack.

Ansonsten ist nach wie vor Ablenkung abgesagt: Montagabend Konzert inkl. Deluxe-Abschuss. Wäre ich nicht nicht bis in’s Bett auf die Couch gebracht worden, wäre mir der Bürgersteig absolut ausreichend als Nachtlager erschienen. Weil sich am Dienstagmorgen, als der Wecker klingelte, noch immer alles drehte, musste die Uni leider ausfallen (hab ja noch nicht genug frei..). Dann gab es einen Katerbrunch – und das ganz ohne Kater – und nachmittags bin ich Laufen gegangen. War nicht in optimaler Verfassung, aber ich hab komplett durchgehalten. Heute wurde bei mir zu Hause gekocht, meaning: ich hab gekocht und bekam dabei wohlwollende Hilfe. Der Rest des Tages bestand aus Dösen und tiefsinnigen Gesprächen. Heute Abend wollte ich eigentlich nochmal raus, aber ich bin von dem Sangria, der noch in meinem Kühlschrank stand, schon so knülle, dass ich das Haus lieber nicht mehr verlasse. Traue mir grad alles zu..

Das Wochenende wird nochmal richtig spaßig, weil dann mein ehemaliger Freund seine Sachen holt – und ich hab solange Hausverbot. Soviel zum freundschaftlichen Umgang.. Es sagte, es tue zu sehr weh mich zu sehen, also solle ich mich fernhalten. Finde ich fair.

Wann ist mein Leben wohl wieder normal? Hoffentlich nicht so bald. Wer will schon normal?

Tuesday afternoon, Katherine and I hit up the Aber Flagship store in London. Goodness gracious. That was an experience. When we walked in the doors, two guys opened the doors for us. We were greeted by a half-naked man and a girl who asked if we wanted a free picture. We wandered the store. A few things to note:

#1: They hire people to dance. There was a girl and a guy standing on a platform. Dancing. Well, more like swaying. WTF?

#2: Everything in the store is MAD expensive. Like… US prices converted into £, then adding on an extra £40 just for good measure. Ridiculous.

#3: At one point, my mouth literally dropped open. The people who work there are absolutely GORGEOUS. One of the cashiers was mmm yum. haha

Tuesday night, we went to an “Asian Party”, that ended up being a Korean Party. When we arrived at Leicester Square, there were fresher guys in tuxes there to bring us to the venue, and when we walked into the club, there were fresher girls bowing “안녕하세요”. It was hilarious. Also, at some point, the president of the Korean society of Kings or UCL came over and fell on me. She would NOT let go. When I finally got her off, she toppled over onto the ground. It was crazy.

Anywho. When we got back to Bankside, for some reason I decided that we should go wake up everyone that wouldn’t come with us. Katherine said that we should wake Sam up, so we went to do it. At 3:30 in the morning…. oops. We made him miss work, and that was a bit embarrassing.

Friday, I went to see a series of lectures.
First was Jens Stolenberg, the Prime Minister of Norway. His topic was “Reconciling Energy and the Environment; the Norwegian Experience”. I was really impressed by his speech, it didn’t seem as much like one of those planned speeches that normal politicians do, but more that he really knows what he is talking about.

Next up was Amartya Sen, talking about his new book “The Idea of Justice”. It was pretty fascinating, his idea of looking at justice through injustice and the idea that the most important identity is of humanity.

Last lecture of the day was “Can we eliminate nuclear weapons” featuring Queen Noor of Jordan and Ambassador Richard Burt. I’m not totally sure how I feel about the goal of Global Zero. It seems to be a pretty idealistic mission, and I really doubt that it’s possible, but really, it’s hard to be opposed to nuclear disarmament.

Saturday was Julia’s birthday, so we had a huge dinner and then went to Tiger Tiger. It was mad expensive, but mostly fun (minus the creeper old men who kept trying to dance with us. Umm ew.)

Anyways. Life goes on, as usual.

Vom 29.-30.01.2010 findet in der Westfälische Wilhelms-Universität in Münster das christlich-islamische Symposium „LetzteDinge. Eschatologie als Scheideweg / am Scheideweg“ statt.

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After 3 long years, well they seem long enough to me, i Have finished my uni degree. Three long years. All that studying and stress, i hope it’s all worth it.

Still have to wait a couple of week until I get the final results. Can’t wait.