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Saying goodbye is hard

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I’ll be leaving for Adelaide in a few days and that heavy feeling in the pit of my chest is beginning to form, tugging at my heart strings. It’s only a matter of time until the waterworks takeover. Funny thing is this isn’t going to be my first time saying goodbye. I’ve done it heaps but it’s still so hard every time I have to. 

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Eating my way through Malaysia

A glorious seafood feast I had in Kuala Selangor.

I always tell myself that if I don’t gain a kg or two after my summer break in Malaysia, then I probably landed in the wrong country. 

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Plans for the holidays

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I’m definitely the type of person that can think of a million things to do in the holidays while studying, but when the time comes I go blank. 

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Games for the soul

A super Nintendo game controller on a dark tabletop.

An occasionally welcome escape from reality.

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Meaningful work

Meaningful work

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Go with the flow

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Periods and productivity – two peas in a pod.

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Staying sun safe 

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As someone who grew up in the tropics and had a love-hate relationship with the sun, I must say, I was not prepared for the Australian summer and the heat that comes with it.

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Creativity

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I remember being about eight or nine years old and dreaming of being a writer and a poet. I'd create these poems and submit them to the children's section of our local paper. My mom would tell me that I would have notebooks upon notebooks filled with poems, short stories, and ideas for novels. Thinking back, I think I can even recall where in my room I kept all these notebooks. My parents would keep the clippings of written work that would be published in the ‘kids’ section, which I assure you were not particularly brilliant, but they were all unfettered and unbound creative work. Looking back now, I can’t help but feel a bit jealous of my childhood self, thinking about how easily all the words and ideas flowed out from my mind onto the very many pages.

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Moving away from family

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Three years ago, I moved interstate to start uni at 18 but didn’t have the best support from my parents.

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Am I falling behind?

Silhouette of people running.

I’m at the point in my degree where the only thing my friends and I could only ever talk about are our contemplations for the future. We’re all freaking out about it but lately I can’t help feeling as though I’m falling behind on all my peers. If only one had a crystal ball to peer into…

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