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Yesterday we got our Mid Term scores for 'Development of Goods and Marketing'. The entire class got good scores. Me and all my Uzbek friends got the same score 26/30.

Actually I wanted to read the book 'Rich Dad Poor Dad' from a long time and had it in a PDF format but could not find time to read it. But Sardor said I should definitely read it and since he had it in Paperback I asked him if I could borrow. So, he had brought the book for me on Friday. He asked me to tell him later how I liked the book.

After our Korean class, we went to Itaewon to buy some Indian food ingredients. Itaewon is a region in South Korea which is mostly occupied by Foreigners. It is just the right place  to go if you are missing your home country and want to enjoy your country food, buy ingredients or go to clubs and party.

In Itaewon, in the grocery shop we also met an Indian girl from Punjab. She came to Korea two months ago for her MBA and had recently began working in that store. She was glad to see us and said to come to our University later to meet us.

In the train, I also met an American guy Allen who stays nearby Itaewon. He had been in Korea from last two years and teaches English here in an academy. We had just met and begin talking. During the last couple of weeks, I have realized that generally the Americans and other European people are fine with having conversations with random people even at times when you have just met them. I actually don't mind that either so yeah I like that about them.

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