The BBQ was amazing and it turned into an amusing houseparty which left me wondering whether the neighbours were deaf. The people at UNSW are an absolutely entertaining bunch and I'm glad Lies and I go to two different uni's as it results in twice as many people and social events to attend.Our lazy Sunday was spend once again in Centennial Park armed with the paper and food. We listened to a concert of strange birds (including the one that has a seriously contagious laugh).
Monday morning was still like weekend and since Lisianne had some cancelled classes we enjoyed our 'garden' and ended up skyping instead of anything near productive. After making sure the people in Mexico were still alive and Tim is still the King of Kingston, we both had to head to uni. I have a meeting for my group project in which we have to present our communications strategy for our own creation of Fair Cups: Fairtrade café's (What mark is your coffee leaving?).
the On tuesday I had another massive gap and I decided to discover Ne
wtown, the funky neighbourhood around Sydney uni. After discovering the cutest teashop and a whole arrangment of bodyart stores I headed back to class and then straight to the supermarket. Once again we would meet with a bunch of people in 'the house with the blue door' to celebrate Sarah's birthday. It was a rainbowparty, so everything from food to clothing had to be colourful. My pastasalad was positively green and wrapped in Brazilian fabric I went on my way. Effort had certainly been made and we had a colourful night with once again a table full of delicious foods and me wishing I had a bigger stomach. After dinner the guitar appeared and we spend the evening chatting and singing.
wtown, the funky neighbourhood around Sydney uni. After discovering the cutest teashop and a whole arrangment of bodyart stores I headed back to class and then straight to the supermarket. Once again we would meet with a bunch of people in 'the house with the blue door' to celebrate Sarah's birthday. It was a rainbowparty, so everything from food to clothing had to be colourful. My pastasalad was positively green and wrapped in Brazilian fabric I went on my way. Effort had certainly been made and we had a colourful night with once again a table full of delicious foods and me wishing I had a bigger stomach. After dinner the guitar appeared and we spend the evening chatting and singing. After another full day of class in the garden I came to realize that after one hour of class tomorrow I just have one more week left. A semester of classes have rushed past. I have so much more I want to do but I feel I'm running out of time. Tomorrow and the other days of the weekend can pretty much be summed up by the word beach and I am relieved that the pressure of deadlines is almost over. Somewhere in my head I have this little voice telling me though, that I am going to miss wondering around Eastern Avenue, passing by the Quad (whether it deserves the term Hogwartsbuidling is still being debated) and all the student activists.
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