What did you say? not circles? a hill with a spiraling path upwards to where again?

I'm gonna get right into it with the Red Button;

When I was in Estonia I use to joke that part of the goal Erasmus programme was to cross breed Europeans. This would, in turn increase mobility and considering the xenophobic nature of the origin of the highest participant country (France) this made a lot of sense in my head.

You take a bunch of 20 something year old university students, give them a bunch of money and tell their university 'not to take them too seriously' because after all, we're only Erasmus students and we'll have to get to real work when we get back.

It was debauchery.

I was shielded.

I had a cute boy, who was casual enough no to disturb my general routines, but was steady and loyal. It meant that by default I was out of range of any of the incestuous goings on of a small expat community, I was an observer and although sometimes it was painful to see the lows that women would stoop to, my closest friends were never involved.

I guess now that the expats are a little older, working and, for some odd reason I expected it to be different. I'm not protected by a bubble, and not surrounded by the rest of my harem and so it's not even entertaining. It's just a little, well, a little pukey.

and release...

Mid terms came and went and it seems like more than ever, there is just no way of voting that makes sense.

Am I wrong or weren't we promised political reform in voting systems in the UK? I wonder if there was actually ever any research done not into which party would ensure staying in power via a certain political voting system but which one would actually represent the will of the people?

Mind you, I've met some people who if it was my choice, would not get to vote.

This kid, is one of them;

Now before you think that Taiwan is full of miniature homework writing Nazis, we're reading a book in class that tells them (most of them for the first time) about Hitler, it's only one very short chapter and one of them is about Jesse Owens. It in no way glorifies Hitler, and this kid's reading comprehension is obviously just very much lacking.

Grading homework is like a forty minute sketch show...

I'll leave you with a picture of some love, so that you know that life in Taiwan doesn't suck as long as there are some hot women rubbing up on you.

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