never say goodbye
Sep. 13th, 2008 11:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
skyscopeIt feels like summer is coming. The jasmine hanging on the gate has started flowering, so every morning when I lift the latch of the gate the scent follows me out onto the footpath. It feels like summer; electric fans, ice blocks after school, satay in the evening.
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Woke up and then we went to Epping Boys to vote. The system was very easy to use. I was surprised at how many non-white candidates there were, although I probably shouldn't be, considering the backgrounds of the people who live in the area. I wish I had found out more about the individual candidates, though. It might be 'mediocre politics' but at the same time I don't want to vote for people who are going to do things that I don't morally approve of.
Today was negotiations day so Rachel and I met at Epping, only to find that there was trackwork and the Northern line was completely closed off ;_;. Our plan to catch an express was foiled and so we had to catch an 'all-stations' bus to Strathfield instead. That bus was seriously a furnace. There were no windows, no door midway, no air con and it was packed to the door.
Getting to St James was not really a problem, but getting to the house was. Google Maps lied. We walked in a huge circle around St Mary's Catherdral until we got fed up and asked a waiter at a cafe how to get to the place.
Rosemary was very nice about the whole thing, though; she listened sympathetically to to my complains about the heat, the distance, etc. and was a very gracious host. I wonder what her work actually is though; her house was so interesting, like that of an artist rather than an office person. It was a lovely place from the outside, but in a traditional sort of way, but the inside was so exciting. It is like one of those apartment places you see on the bus on the way to UNSW. There is very little open space from what we saw(I wonder how she manages to keep her dog), but it is very tall to make up for it. There was a very long staircase in the center, which was very narrow, and spiralled up for three floors. It felt like climbing up a turrent.
There was modern artwork hanging on all the walls. I don't think they were reprints, either. In the sitting room where we had our caucus and did our debreif, there was also one, 'installation' would might be the word, which was just a huge nose and lips hanging on the wall. There were a pair of ducks in the fireplace (I think there were fireplaces in every room), a bowl full of oven-baked silver stars, a mother and baby horse with cow patterns, another bowl with a string of paper lamps wound inside. There was also a huge spotted dog-statuette near the table, and a letter from Harvad negotiation school on the mantle.
The furniture was very bold as well. The colours were not the type people usually use in thier houses; purple and orange cushions on a grey sofa. The sofa was irregularly shaped as well, with a tear-shaped backrest. And we didn't really see much of the house, either. I think I could have spent ages just looking at the interior design.
We lost the negotiation but I think we are getting better and it was a real learning curve. Also, it was worth going, just to see that house.
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LAW ASSIGNMENT.
I finished part A yesterday but am still harbouring serious doubts as to whether I did it correctly. Also, tried to start on the essay. I said I would clean the bathroom tomorrow so I have to do that; I also need to study for the 漢字 test on Monday. It looks like despite my best efforts, uni is finally catching up to me.
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Woke up and then we went to Epping Boys to vote. The system was very easy to use. I was surprised at how many non-white candidates there were, although I probably shouldn't be, considering the backgrounds of the people who live in the area. I wish I had found out more about the individual candidates, though. It might be 'mediocre politics' but at the same time I don't want to vote for people who are going to do things that I don't morally approve of.
Today was negotiations day so Rachel and I met at Epping, only to find that there was trackwork and the Northern line was completely closed off ;_;. Our plan to catch an express was foiled and so we had to catch an 'all-stations' bus to Strathfield instead. That bus was seriously a furnace. There were no windows, no door midway, no air con and it was packed to the door.
Getting to St James was not really a problem, but getting to the house was. Google Maps lied. We walked in a huge circle around St Mary's Catherdral until we got fed up and asked a waiter at a cafe how to get to the place.
Rosemary was very nice about the whole thing, though; she listened sympathetically to to my complains about the heat, the distance, etc. and was a very gracious host. I wonder what her work actually is though; her house was so interesting, like that of an artist rather than an office person. It was a lovely place from the outside, but in a traditional sort of way, but the inside was so exciting. It is like one of those apartment places you see on the bus on the way to UNSW. There is very little open space from what we saw(I wonder how she manages to keep her dog), but it is very tall to make up for it. There was a very long staircase in the center, which was very narrow, and spiralled up for three floors. It felt like climbing up a turrent.
There was modern artwork hanging on all the walls. I don't think they were reprints, either. In the sitting room where we had our caucus and did our debreif, there was also one, 'installation' would might be the word, which was just a huge nose and lips hanging on the wall. There were a pair of ducks in the fireplace (I think there were fireplaces in every room), a bowl full of oven-baked silver stars, a mother and baby horse with cow patterns, another bowl with a string of paper lamps wound inside. There was also a huge spotted dog-statuette near the table, and a letter from Harvad negotiation school on the mantle.
The furniture was very bold as well. The colours were not the type people usually use in thier houses; purple and orange cushions on a grey sofa. The sofa was irregularly shaped as well, with a tear-shaped backrest. And we didn't really see much of the house, either. I think I could have spent ages just looking at the interior design.
We lost the negotiation but I think we are getting better and it was a real learning curve. Also, it was worth going, just to see that house.
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LAW ASSIGNMENT.
I finished part A yesterday but am still harbouring serious doubts as to whether I did it correctly. Also, tried to start on the essay. I said I would clean the bathroom tomorrow so I have to do that; I also need to study for the 漢字 test on Monday. It looks like despite my best efforts, uni is finally catching up to me.
