Cambridge Summer School & Other Shenanigans

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It appears I never quite got to explaining the real reason why I traveled so extensively back in summer of my third year in university. To be honest, there really was no better excuse reason to travel so much on a student budget other thanΒ summer school.

In 2014, I went to Humboldt University in Berlin, and in 2015, I found my way to the University of Cambridge.

(Yes, the same dreaded place where they set our ‘O’ and ‘A’ Levels.)

But dreaded a place Cambridge was not.Β  Continue reading “Cambridge Summer School & Other Shenanigans”

– and on the 6th day, God created Man…chester

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Growing up, my mother took it upon herself to ensure that my sister and I would always go to my dad’s room and say goodnight to him before we went to bed every night. Because he hardly left his room, we’d rarely speak to him during the day, so my mother assumed we wouldn’t want to wish him goodnight.

What she didn’t know though, was how difficult it would be to get us out of the room instead. We’d curl up under the covers with my dad and watch Manchester United play. Then, my 6 year old self could hardly understand the game. It was always a flurry of names (Neville, Butt, Rooney, Beckham…) and a whole lot of cheering from my dad. I’d cheer right along with him, completely oblivious to what warranted a celebration. I remember he took a good month to explain to me what offside was. Sometimes, even though I understood, I’d ask him to explain again because it just felt nice to spend more time with him, even if it meant seeing my mom (having forgotten we were there) burst into the room a good hour later, red-faced with annoyance, shooing us to bed with a hanger in hand.

And so it was added to my bucket list that I’d one day bring my dad back to the city where he spent his teenage years, and watch a live United match with him. Of course this dream is still very much a WIP, but back in Summer 2014, the opportunity to explore Manchester presented itself, and so I jumped right on it.

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A Bad Day in London is still better than a Good Day anywhere else

Have you ever asked your friends to rank their favourite cities in the world in order? In fact, have you ever ranked your favourite cities yourself?

If you have, then it’d beΒ interesting (and yet perhaps unsurprising) that London pretty much always makes the top 3.

It’s been almost a good two years since my trip to the famous, amazing city that brought us red buses, black cabs, and the Beckham family.

And I already cannot wait to go back.

Here’s what I’d recommend you do if you ever find yourself lounging about London onΒ a beautiful summer’s day. (If it were actually sunny that day, of course HEHE.)

9AM: Pop by Borough Market for Breakfast

R1025154 R1025155I had a lemon tart for breakfast and I feel absolutely no shame!!! Continue reading “A Bad Day in London is still better than a Good Day anywhere else”