::Bashi Qu::

I started the Second Year of uni last week. It went well. Other than the usual time mix-ups and monotonous lecturing voices, it actually felt a lot better than the First Year of uni. It’s probably because I have already adapted to the surroundings. The noisy chatters as groups of people walk by, the clip clop of ‘thongs’ as they call sandals here in Oz land and the cool air of sweet raining February.
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The first week passed with no complications. I have assignments to do, long ancient articles to read; to decipher, and countless hours to waste doing none. I should not be saying so because I "do" work. I’ve been researching even if it hasn’t got to do anything with most of my course units. I’ve been drawing; but none that contributes to any course units. I’ve been resting, which is good because last year I slept 3-4 hours a day and slept in on Saturdays. I cook more with my time. I find it consumes so much time but also, it brings out this instinct; this feeling of calmness and serenity. I’m not sure why. Probably some woman thing.
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Today is a Sunday. I’ve pulled a pile of blank paper, placing it between me and my laptop. Soon, it will be full of 7 frame sequences of a ballon. A creative storyline is what our lecturers and tutors asked as to come up with. In 7 frames? Probably wanted us to do something with 7 key-frames. It’s due tomorrow. I could finish the sketches in 10-15 minutes excluding coming up with a storyline, cleaning up and placing the frames perfectly in the center.
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And once I’m done with that, I’ll take my time to dwadle. I like to take my time. It’s how I’ve lived although I shouldn’t. I started reading a book called Anonymous Lawyer by Jeremy Blanchman. It’s under the pack of seaweed sheets. The book’s about this fictional lawyer who lives his business and personal life in lies but he starts a blog where he posts truths. I recommend it. The book’s a good read. I’m up to page 83 of 200+. I’ve even marked a page with one of those slim post-its. I just found that bit of paragraph highly amusing.
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I probably should start doing my work now.
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Hah. Suddenly I remembered about a time when I was playing with my little sister. We played "Kidnappers". I went into the boot of the car and she closed it. She left me there for a while. When the boot was opened, my nanny got really angry with me. She said something about how I could’ve died if she hadn’t opened the boot. At that time, I didn’t understand. I said to her that it was okay; "I’m still alive". And that was the end of the conversation. Looking back at it now, I’m actually scared. What if my nany didn’t open the boot? My little sister never told her I was in there and she, being so young, had forgotten about me. Sigh. Kids. We were so innocent then. Not tainted. Not deflowered by politics and burdened by responsibility. Hmm.. That sounds interesting. I might make that into a piece of contemporary art. Haha~ And to say that I use to hate contemporary art.
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I guess this is all a part of growing up. No? =)