What portends the remnants of my tea? Please offer your interpretations. I think it predicts that I need to get more tea.
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This blog is about my strange and wonderful life in Cambridge, UK. May it be my experience dining in an ancient candle-lit hall in Peterhouse or simply going to the Market Square to buy an ostrich burger, I will tell you like it is. Life is extreme for someone such as myself -- a doctoral student studying abroad, with an extremely tight budget -- and here is how I lived as, above all, a Cantabrigian.
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- Formal Hall in Peterhouse: Images
- Smoked Haddock Kedgeree
- Three Crabs Later, the Skin Came Off
- What Say You, Leaves?
- Hustings, in the Peterhouse MCR
- King of Procastination
- Fries on Steroids
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- Rowing on the Cam
- King's College. Cambridge
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