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Brenton Clutterbuck University of the Sunshine Coast, Australia Japan has been one of the most epic and brilliant experiences of my life. I'm the kind of person who can't stand to be sitting still for more than 5 minutes, and Japan – if Japan was a person – could hardly sit still for one. It was a time where I was constantly busy, working, writing, partying, and traveling. I learned a lot in Japan. I learned a lot about the Japanese culture, and the secrets hidden in the language about how everyone manages to read each other’s minds. I learned a lot about the language — the real language — and have undone all my Japanese teachers’ good work by developing a casual slangy dialect.
I'd pass groups of “Gaijin” (foreigners) in the street, huddled together speaking English and I'd feel sorry for them, and how little they'd see. They would wander on back to their respective countries never knowing the effect of “Shochu” (sweet potato vodka) and karaoke on a mind driven mad by 5 days of intense study, or relax in the cool breeze outside the Castle just down the road, where there were no tourist shops, just an earthy forest. The Cheung Kong scholarship made this all possible. Especially when you wake up one day to rumours that the entire financial system of the whole world has allegedly, erm, COLLAPSED and you have only half as much as you had yesterday. Without this scholarship I'd have been lost, and I'd have only seen a fraction of the incredible and invigorating Japan.
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