My Desk at Uni
We are meant to share desks in the postgrad room at uni, and we do.
But I'm afraid I simply can't resist doing a little decorating of the shared workspace.
Indeed, the whole corner that I share is really just a monument to my inordinate love of kitsch, and sometimes I pity the poor man who is there most of the time (truth be told, I prefer to work at home, or in the library). All he has ever contributed to the atmosphere of the space is a filthy coffee cup, some unidentifiable crumbs on the keyboard and a warm juice box that sat there for months.
I wonder how he feels as he looks up from his fascinating research and sees my little glow-in-the-dark buffalo.
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8GAU1XBsef0xGfwPG4kycipHDYQngCGrSSdnK-srd93ShhvHnVTfkY3bbse8gtqiODDv8RwLO9JkE_wxNZaB1pHTnedUT8rC8AOaSAQHIaqgDZ3zbU9mH8tT4ko7vlWRbGfo3_HzYhOk/s400/b_uni.jpg)
And my miniature Bruce Lee.
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-WVvhaQyNWotS5zsdhPyw6OWo23Q56h0icSMidpG6iEvdumwzx_f1B-lNYFDuM8SBhRVUrNmizyHdRmkaKkM_5Gay4P8kXKcJYPMlmATfMw39_4rEtWMqXzTM0AEih4_-jBkDv8PveYM/s400/b_uni+2.jpg)
And my extraordinarily poorly-made resin Kwan Yin from a Ho Chi Minh City supermarket?
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9lMCjuTADmnPsLN1tGZre7wFT4M8gccNqH44pOE04EuoHVALqWhAWa_XA5y9CQrO4RAXiO6TXB5CC0K8IMLe3QLBwJeb_sbGFjkea_jzWiCHE2672wXN8R94JsANOIILTUG_yLyAhXTg/s400/b_uni+3.jpg)
I'm sure he's inspired.
But I'm afraid I simply can't resist doing a little decorating of the shared workspace.
Indeed, the whole corner that I share is really just a monument to my inordinate love of kitsch, and sometimes I pity the poor man who is there most of the time (truth be told, I prefer to work at home, or in the library). All he has ever contributed to the atmosphere of the space is a filthy coffee cup, some unidentifiable crumbs on the keyboard and a warm juice box that sat there for months.
I wonder how he feels as he looks up from his fascinating research and sees my little glow-in-the-dark buffalo.
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8GAU1XBsef0xGfwPG4kycipHDYQngCGrSSdnK-srd93ShhvHnVTfkY3bbse8gtqiODDv8RwLO9JkE_wxNZaB1pHTnedUT8rC8AOaSAQHIaqgDZ3zbU9mH8tT4ko7vlWRbGfo3_HzYhOk/s400/b_uni.jpg)
And my miniature Bruce Lee.
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-WVvhaQyNWotS5zsdhPyw6OWo23Q56h0icSMidpG6iEvdumwzx_f1B-lNYFDuM8SBhRVUrNmizyHdRmkaKkM_5Gay4P8kXKcJYPMlmATfMw39_4rEtWMqXzTM0AEih4_-jBkDv8PveYM/s400/b_uni+2.jpg)
And my extraordinarily poorly-made resin Kwan Yin from a Ho Chi Minh City supermarket?
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9lMCjuTADmnPsLN1tGZre7wFT4M8gccNqH44pOE04EuoHVALqWhAWa_XA5y9CQrO4RAXiO6TXB5CC0K8IMLe3QLBwJeb_sbGFjkea_jzWiCHE2672wXN8R94JsANOIILTUG_yLyAhXTg/s400/b_uni+3.jpg)
I'm sure he's inspired.
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