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As we go on, we remember all the times we had together.

And as our lives change, we will still be friends forever.

My first oversea trip since my arrival at Hong Kong ferried to Macau the 13 people I would later grow very fond of. The combination of cramming into two hotel rooms and Chanrith’s special talents, our travel group got cozy almost overnight. Throughout the semester, the group stayed mostly in tact – traveling to Shenzhen, Shanghai, Guilin, Singapore, and Bali. I will gladly talk about what I learned from traveling between underdeveloped (Indonesia), developing (China), and developed (Singapore) countries, but I’d like to keep this personal.

The highlight of this semester wasn’t the food I’ve tried, the places I shopped at, the handicrafts I bargained for, the clubs I partied at, the islands I visited, or the spa I chilled at. It was the never-ending mimicking of Mel’s British accent, Lisa and Chanith’s repetitions of MTR lady’s “tsing mat kao geng ce mun; qing bu yao kao jing che men; please stand back from the doors. De-de-de-de-de….”, Nima and Stephan’s retardedness when drunk, Michael’s “holy shit… Caaarsonn”, Carson’s fake cries, Bell’s scary Thai mafia connections, Adam’s bottomless stomach, Helen’s hoochi-mama talk, Ian’s random cold jokes, Vinny’s horrible attempt of being non-Cantonese at the spa, Julius’s German engineering genius (to which he would say “yah yah”), and Amy’s hilariously inappropriate comments. I have never hung out with a group so diverse yet so friendly despite our differences. You all made my semester better than everything I had hoped for.

I thank you all for a wonderful 123 days. To those in Europe – the Californians will hopefully see you all in 2012! To Bell – good luck in your graduate school applications!

The Last Supper

The Last Supper

P.S. Asians are fine with taking photos with strangers in the background.

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