My cocoon these days

You know that feeling that you want to do so many things and ideas of things just flood in your head but then you still sit on your bed for a good 4 hours and do nothing? Okay that probably just me, Khoai the sloth.

Recently life was like this. I go to school, understand half of the lecture, then come to the library and basically live there. When I was in Vietnam, library was never an actual "library", a.k.a place to read books. It was the hang-out spot where you could just sit down and people would come and talked and chatted for the whole day. We played ukulele and sang and did random shit in the library. And I actually thought that it was the main purpose a library should exist lol.

But yeah of course it is nothing like that. Being a new (and awkward) student means you will instantly become more hard-working than you used to. So I come to the library to study almost everyday to study (holy fuck what). But no, it's not the reason why I like being there.

Swanston library is big, at least bigger than our library in Vietnam and you can just sneak in middle of some bookcase and sit there and feel comfortable. And people won't care about you or they will just being so polite by whispering "Sorry" when they need to come across your cocoon. And I like secretly spying people from the little hole between each book levels. But the charm that I want to talk about, are the books that the library hold (surprise!). I have never thought that I could find every single issue of Vogue here, or the Photobook of Tim Walker, or piles and piles of books about streetstyle and art and photography. And don't even let me start about the Movie section. And I haven't even explore the Literature shelf! And just like that I find myself happy like a bee bringing home several kilograms of books everyday.

Before this I seriously have never thought that there would be so many cool books about fashion

Trying to be mysterious

 Reading about things you like makes you feel different. I can't find any reason for why I have never read any actual book about photography or fashion or anything that I love. And now I feel like wanting to go to the library everyday to read about Vivien Westwood or how to make a good portrait. For the first time ever the thought of being serious on what I want appeared in my mind. I am just weird and slow, arent I?