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Each week we’ll choose readers’ responses to share. This week we want to know:
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It's 3pm and while taking a leisurely stroll in the park you see in the distance several beautiful young women in long, elegant dresses and young men in tuxedos and colourful ties.
My fourth semester of university is coming to an end, but a million things are happening at the moment. My internship at an interior design firm and a freelance art directing job at a T-shirt company have started, and I am more than excited about this artsy summer.
As my second-to-last year at university draws to an end, I can't help thinking about the future. Do I want to do a master's degree or do I want to start working? Perhaps I want to go to law school, but how do I figure out if law is something I am truly passionate about?
Four weeks into the second term of university, I can finally say that I have settled in and become more familiar with the surroundings. Like everybody else here, my first term was spent participating in club events, including the Islamic Society's Quiz Night, aerial arts sessions, and rowing.
Hate it when you can't talk back? Well, you can with Young Post. Have your say and share with students around Hong Kong.
This article will be the last I ever write from Winchester College, and by extension, for Letters from the Dorm.
Emily Ting saw Jude Law act
It's been a while since my last article, so let me tell you what I've been doing over here.
University's final term - aka exam term - is here. The Easter break was really enjoyable. It has amazed me to hear many people talking excitedly about their summer holidays already!
Candace decided to dye her hair red.
I dyed my hair red, well, actually magenta! It's more pink-red than Rihanna-fire-engine-red, but still, I took the plunge, and seriously, my hair is BRIGHT red in the sun.
Does this scenario sound familiar to you? It is 9pm. You have some work due in tomorrow morning and you haven't made a start. You can feel the adrenalin. Your heart starts pounding. You say to yourself: why have I left it this late?