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So I'm back in Melbourne about to complete my fourth year here. I turn 25 in 3 days and in the time between then and turning 21 my family has seen me for all of 4 months. Which was fine by me at first - after 21 years I'd had quite enough of Delhi and wanted a bit of a change. I get bored quickly. I can't stand to have the same meal twice in a fortnight (unless it's sabut saalan, obvs). So 21

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It's 'Things I Hate About Travelling'I've been flying alone since I was 19, so that's 6 years of solo travel now. On average it has been about a trip or two a year. Most of those trips have not been direct flights so you could even see that as 4 planes a year for added cred. A normal complete trip is about 13 hours (DEL-MEL or vice versa) not counting stopovers, the most recent of which was 11

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Lately, I've been coming across articles - more articles than usual - about the inevitable death of print and how digital is superior in every way. Now, I'm doing an entire thesis on the superiority of digital media over print, so you'd think I would be on their side, but now that I've said that, you know I'm not.Well, digital is superior to print for a number of reasons. They are all enumerated

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The things you miss when you're in a foreign land are really quite little. People ask if you miss your city and you agree the holy trinity of family, friends and food is a perpetual void (but really you just miss the food). However, the city itself? God no.And then little things start to sneak up on you. Last time I spoke about the cool relief that was the reliable power cut. Today I've been

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The lights just went out.There I was tapping away on my laptop as I always do. I'm a compulsive laptoptapper, the tendency has its roots in the summer hols of 1996 when I was 9 years old and spent a month doing nothing but typing on a keyboard that had been separated from a much loved C64. No screen, just keys. Anyway, it's what I've been doing almost non-stop for the last 15 years - I have the

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I got a haircut today.It was a spur of the moment thing. As spur of the moment as something you've been meaning to do for the past three months can be. You know how it is, you sketch out this elaborate PLAN that ties in SO NEATLY with your Very Precise Daily Routine but you never get around to implementing it because, gosh darn it, there is no TIME in your Very Precise Daily Routine to make that

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My news feed tells me that one of my friends on Facebook has created a new photo album - a birthday shindig hosted by a friend of hers. I don't know this friend but I can access the photos of the par-tay nonetheless and I know they are good for a barrel of LOLs. So, like, *click*.I love leafing through these sorts of albums - the ones that are planned outings. And I don't feel guilty about it,

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It's a coincidence, I swear!I have turned up here after ages and i check up the date of the my last post and LO AND BEHOLD it's been nearly exactly a year since. I should have procrastinated for an extra couple of days eh?Well it's been due for a revival and the fact that the revival has succeeded with the publishing of this post (and the post WILL be published, mark my words) is something that

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I don't like mushrooms. They are smelly. And they are fungus. Like the stuff between your toes. A lot of people do like mushrooms however. They love the smell. And the fungusness. I think they are just icky (the mushrooms, that is). Here is a visual illustration I made, with the help of a picture I nicked off teh internets and using my l33t photoshop skillz, which describes my perception of

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