Four nights left before going back home! Four nights left to party? Even a thought of partying four nights in row makes me feel extreamly tired.
Last night I was at a class mate's. We had a fun and loud "Singstar" session. My best performance was Duran Duran's "Rio".
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An ongoing attempt to write a blog in english.
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By the time you read this, you will have arrived back in Goteburg: Yes? If yes then, I hope you arrived safe and well. Go then now, and for me read Pablo Neruda's poem, Tonight I write the Saddest Lines.I have thought as he thought.
If no, why not go find the poem anyway: whats to lose? Apart, maybe, from your head!
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