 In a country where everyone smokes, its no wonder that the women stay whippet thin. The face shapes are much more interesting and varied from the flat-faced, wide cheekboned gorgeousness of the Czech features, here people have points *pointy features dance*. But explain me this (a lovely little Czechlish phrase for you): in a country where a meal is not complete without meat stuffed with meat, followed by unpasteurised cheese…HOW!?!? I shall bottle their metabolic rate and sell it for millions. We got ‘evaluated’ today. Our lectures that is. I feel as though I’ve been gold-starred because they liked lecture where I, specifically, talked about them. I should remember this for future encounters with people. You mean, NOT talk about me? But I’m the centre of the universe… On the flipside – I can’t contact the adorable Marko (with whom I attended Doha College back in the day) because I have no idea where the hell I am. Literally. My suggestions for where to meet would be either the flat I’m living in or the office I work in. Unfortunately, not being able to read/pronounce Cyrillic, I can only explain that the two are not very far apart – but you have to get to each in a very roundabout way – and are close to a big white building. Helpful no? My social life dwindles… In a country where everyone smokes, its no wonder that the women stay whippet thin. The face shapes are much more interesting and varied from the flat-faced, wide cheekboned gorgeousness of the Czech features, here people have points *pointy features dance*. But explain me this (a lovely little Czechlish phrase for you): in a country where a meal is not complete without meat stuffed with meat, followed by unpasteurised cheese…HOW!?!? I shall bottle their metabolic rate and sell it for millions. We got ‘evaluated’ today. Our lectures that is. I feel as though I’ve been gold-starred because they liked lecture where I, specifically, talked about them. I should remember this for future encounters with people. You mean, NOT talk about me? But I’m the centre of the universe… On the flipside – I can’t contact the adorable Marko (with whom I attended Doha College back in the day) because I have no idea where the hell I am. Literally. My suggestions for where to meet would be either the flat I’m living in or the office I work in. Unfortunately, not being able to read/pronounce Cyrillic, I can only explain that "the two are not very far apart – but you have to get to each in a very roundabout way – and are close to a big white building." Helpful no? My social life dwindles… P.S. Am stealing pictures on account of not having camera: this one's from here
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