ATLAS Volume 12

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emily Bradfield editor-in-chief & designer

Alexandra Bernard deputy editor

Jack Simmons cover artist

contributors Alexandra Bernard, Annabel Fuller, Dinushka Gunasekara, Paris Laurence, Evie Lilley-Hale, Ryan McKillop, Eliza Reilly and Emily Selleck

ATLAS is your magazine. If you have a story idea, penchant for photography or even want to lend your eye for design, we’d love to hear from you via emily.bradfield@student.bond.edu.au The views expressed here are soley those of the author and do not reflect the views of ATLAS Magazine, the SDSA or Bond University.

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FROM THE EDITOR

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ell another 12 weeks and another edition down as we approach the holiday season. I hope you have all had a happy and safe semester, and for those of you graduating, all the best for the years ahead.

Once again we have some wonderful cover art from ex-Bondie Jack Simmons carrying the night theme through to my final cover.

I would like to thank everyone for their ongoing support in making ATLAS possible - to my fellow SDSA committee members for supporting the magazine to bring professional prints to campus and to my incredible writers who have provided quality content, there is no magazine without you.

Special thanks must also go to Lexie Bernard for the hours put in to providing a second opinion and set of eyes to make ATLAS the very best it could be and filling pages last minute. Finally, thanks to all of you for your continued readership that somehow make 100 copies disappear in a matter of weeks!

This is sadly my final edition as editor and I have treasured ATLAS this year as a passion project and a creative outlet for myself and my writers. Nominations will be open for the 2019 SDSA committee next semester and I implore anyone looking to add to their Bond experience to campaign. This year has been by far the most challenging yet rewarding and I have thoroughly enjoyed my time in the committee.

Volume Twelve has some great features to keep you entertained this procrastinating season. Emily Selleck shares her overseas travel with us for Escape Reality and Annabel Fuller tells us the ins and outs of air travel. Eliza Reilly takes us back to a time when lions roamed the Gold Coast and Evie Lilley-Hale educates us on the psychological practice of Emotional Freedom Tapping.

Check out the back pages to read about the Bond Grad films premiering this year and for some architectural design by Ryan McKillop.

It is with a very heavy heart I say goodbye to ATLAS, but I have no doubt I will be replaced with very capable hands and I am excited to see how the magazine grows and develops over time. Keep creating and keep reading, I’ll be watching out for the next edition!

Emily x

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FROM THE EDITOR

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JOURNALISM STUDENT SOCIETY

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REVIVAL REVIEW

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TRESPASSERS WILL BE EATEN

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RELIVING HISTORY

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STANDING OUT TO FIT IN

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ESCAPE REALITY

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ECONOMY SEAT GUIDE FROM FREQUENT FAILURES

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Are you a social butterfly who loves to carve it up on the d-floor at Dons? Or maybe a dedicated social servant with a passion for social justice? Or maybe you’re a bean counter with a flair for prioritising?

Regardless of what kind of person you are, there’s a place for you on the Society and Design Student Association.

President Vice President Secretary Treasurer IT Director Social Director Promotions Director Postgraduate Liaison Publications Director Academic Affairs Director Special Interests Director Corporate Relations Director

The SDSA is calling for nominations for the 2019 committee! You’ll have the chance to make a change in the university, be a leader and shape the experience of fellow Bondies in our faculty.

Check out the election timeline and see you for campaigning under the arch in January!

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Week 1-2: Nominations Open Monday Week 3: Candidates Debate Mon-Thurs Week 3: Campaigning Tuesday Week 4: Voting Closes

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BOND JOURNALISM STUDENT SOCIETY WORDS ANNABEL FULLER

In a degree that relies on who you know not what you know, now is the time to join JSS! Life completely changes when you become a journalist. Day one of Uni you’re a journalist in training, thrown into the deep end expected to find stories on a whim. The newsroom becomes our home away from home. We have ups and downs, moments where we’re close to giving it all up and days when we only want to write until there is nothing left.

( Journalism leads to friends for life. Discussing breaking news, debating controversial topics and supporting a fellow Journo’s discover their passion builds lifelong friendships. Journalism students spend more time outside the classroom working on stories, attending industry events and interning than most other degrees; so, there is time to nurture relationships.

In our seemingly competitive degree, we must lift each other up and support each other. So, as a third-semester student from the newsroom here is my advice to surviving Bond University Journalism. ( When you announce you’re a journalism student, people will react in one of two ways. Either, “That’s nice” or “What a cop out”.

Journalism is a lot of hard work, long hours and challenging concepts.

A well-rounded Journo needs knowledge in ethics, media laws, public administration and skills in identifying what is newsworthy and how to use the Adobe suite.

( Learning about your city. Moving from interstate, knowing nothing more about the Gold Coast than metre maids and beaches, journalism has shown us what the coast has to offer. Finding stories away from campus is a great way to meet people outside the bond bubble. Interviewing people gives us access to local issues and allows students to meet great people along the way.

( Forget nine to five! The news cycle is 24/7, and so is your job as a journalist. Interviews, internships and placements will have you working until the story is finished. Long nights and early starts are in the job description. But it’s all worth it for the ground-breaking article.

( If nothing else, Gen Z Journo students love the excuse to spend unhealthy amounts of time on social media. Online media platforms are essential for finding stories and contacting interviewees. To nonjournalists, it may look like we are just perusing Facebook, but this is where some of the best hyperlocal stories are discovered.

( You won’t be a millionaire. For the long, unpredictable hours, interviewing in lousy weather and covering dry stories, the pay isn’t perfect. But it’s a living that comes with perks. Access to knowledge, fascinating industry personnel and the ability to make a difference, make the job worth every minute. The exciting, fast pace makes the profession more exciting than even the best office job.

( Networking is essential in an industry that relies on who you know. Networking events can be great fun and often centre around lunches and drinks in boujee venues. Boozy afternoons lead to industry connections who can line you up with a job.

While Journalism isn’t perfect, nor is it for everybody, some fabulous opportunities come from the ability to communicate.

There is so much to enjoy about studying Journalism. Whether it be interning, making friends or learning about the local culture there is something new around every corner. Part of the job is accepting the banter of studying a ‘glitter pen and notebook’ degree and somewhat encouraging it too. Journalism is the art of making the job look effortless. But anyone who’s ever-studied communication understands the blood, sweat and tears of bringing together a newsworthy article.

( Internships - god’s gift to students. The CDC can set you up with some fantastic opportunities to set you in the right direction.

Internships help you develop your skills away from the classroom and discover what kind of journalism you’re interested in. Also, the networking opportunities and advice you will get from industry professionals is priceless.

If you’re on campus and would like to know more about Journalism at Bond email bujss@bond.edu.au to find out more and join our society. The Journalism Student Society (JSS) will be hosting industry events; including networking opportunities, guest speakers and industry training sessions throughout the semester. The society also aims to start a fortnightly newsletter and with your support there is a possibility for a semesterly TV broadcast so get involved and join now!

( Journalism is just news – This statement couldn’t be more wrong. There are three main fields of journalism; Newspapers, Magazines and Broadcast, but they narrow down to travel, beauty, sports, health etc. Journalism students can also go into PR, media, communications, advertising and so much more. The opportunities journalism opens are endless.

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A Future of Words WORDS ALEXANDRA BERNARD When I was in Kindergarten I wanted to be a hairdresser.

Those who know me, know that I am hopeless at doing hair. Let’s be real- does mine ever look good? At one point in my life I wanted to be an art dealer, graphic designer, a photographer. At another an interior designer and even an architect. My Dad, being a cabinet maker, despises the last two. So maybe that was some form of rebellion.

paper. I’ve kept every article I’ve had published as an intern and have stuck them on my wall. My room probably looks a bit like one of those psychopaths’ houses where the police find a room covered in media clippings (just missing the red Texta and string). Sorry to my roommate who probably thought I was crazy when she first moved in. If there’s one bit of advice I can pass onto any future journalism students- it’s definitely to make the most of an internship- ask what you can do and be keen. I’ve got a full-time job as a sports cadet there now (high sigh of relief- not going to be still looking for a job July next year) and I’m pretty sure that I wouldn’t have got there if I sat back and did nothing.

I can’t remember the exact time it clicked in my head that hey, maybe I should be a journalist. Let’s just say it’s been a long time. However, when it came around to picking my subjects for the HSC, I had two possible career pathsjournalist or forensic scientist? I chose to do four units of English and ancient history, but also chemistry, biology and maths. But then I started to write. I wrote for my local paper, I wrote for myself, I wrote a blog, I wrote a major work for extension English. Each word I wrote made me want to write another. Another. And another. Journalist it was.

Bond has given me so many incredible opportunities over the course of my degree. Getting to cover the Women in Media Conference in 2017 and 2018 has definitely been a highlight and confirmed that I’ve made the right choice.

The conference was held at the start of this semester and in the last panel I wrote a wrap-up of the whole thing. Sorry if this is nerdy- but I got a buzz. Sitting in Basil Sellars writing, listening to the panel and grabbing quotes- it was fun. Hearing all those incredible journalists speak also reaffirmed my faith in print journalism (@ all those people that judge me for wanting to be a print journalist and say that newspapers are dead).

As journalism had been in the mix for so long, I was worried about being one of those people that’s wanted to be something their whole life, goes to uni, hates it and drops out after a month. What happens then? From my first journalism lecture- shout out to Mike Grenby for bringing the most delicious biscuits to class- I knew I had made the right choice.This year I started interning at the Gold Coast Bulletin. On my first day I wrote a story on IRB racing. The next day I picked up the paper and bam! There it was. It was so incredible to see ‘Alexandra Bernard’ printed in the

So, cheers to Bond, the supportive (and super passionate) lecturers and my fabulous cohort for nurturing my passion for journalism.

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WORDS ELIZA REILLY

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Lion: a large tawny-coloured cat that lives in prides and is found in Africa; and in Beaudesert if you’re one to believe a rumour. Road signs warning of wild animals aren’t uncommon in the Boonah region—roos, koalas and wombats. Though none of them picture lions.

It wasn’t enough anymore to gawk and taunt and point from behind the safety of strengthened glass. Society’s fascination had outgrown that. The park encouraged engagement like nowhere else. Lions leapt onto the roof of your car as they pleased. Children and adults alike squealed as they felt the weight of the beast sink the metal above. The bears were notorious for stealing windscreen wipers, hub caps and radio aerials off passing vehicles. Hyena’s, buffalos, elephants and camels kept them company. A circus show ran twice daily as visitors sat back with their popcorn and coke, cheering as the human puppets performed.

Cruising home on Mt Alford Road after dark, Kara MacDonald claims to have stumbled across Africa’s king.

In amongst the Teviot ranges, a flash of movement on the road ahead sparked her interest. A large feline sauntered across the asphalt and into the road side bushes. Crushing the brakes, she reversed back to the spot with no fear of the potential predator that lurked. The cat had disappeared, but the sound of rattling bushes teased her. “It never looked at me, but I got the best view of the side of it, it looked exactly like the back end of a female lion.”

It seemed like there wasn’t enough food to go around at Bullen’s’. Some of the park’s residents took matters into their own trunks. Late one night, Beenleigh was woken by a symphony of sound. Glass, cardboard and plastic could be heard spilling out onto the streets. Rubbing their eyes to counter both weariness and shock, residents lay their eyes upon Jumbo. Her trunk was submerged deep within waste and she remained unfazed by the steadily building crowd.

A few took it upon themselves to lure the elephant back to captivity. Forcing themselves up against her leather skin with as much force as might achieved nothing. Yelling didn’t do much more. Being of Indian heritage, Jumbo responded only to commands spoken in a thick Indian accent. Cries of “oi’” and “c’mon move mate” fell on deaf ears. Despite being confined once more, Jumbo wasn’t keen on staying there. She escaped for a few more wanders to catch up with folks she’d previously met.

The local Facebook page went into meltdown following Kara’s post. Hundreds commented. Some described their own big cat encounters throughout the region, but nobody denied their claims. Especially knowing what the Bullen’s were up to in the 70’s.

The history books state Bullen’s African Lions Safari was an open range savannah that existed in the back half of the 20th century. After closing in 1988, all of the animal residents were auctioned off. Dubious rumour believes an elephant once chased a lion out of the park which was never found.

Either way, lions definitely once roamed the plains of the Coast.

Those unable to escape found other means to feast. Mid way through the 70’s, a park attendant was dragged through the savannah and pulled apart by lions. His gargled screams pierced the air and ears of a family watching over the bonnet of their Ford. Years later in the 80’s, a second life was lost. A man, sure his inner demons wouldn’t recede, resolutely slid his hand under the door handle and exhaled with the familiar clunk as it swung open. Rising from the leather interior, he strode towards the lions, becoming an intentional victim to the beasts so many adored.

Up in Yatala, the park was just about the only thing on the drive from Brisbane to the Gold Coast, besides the pie shop.

What else would you do with 80 acres of land, big enough for 32 footy fields. The Bullen’s connection to animals ran three generations deep. They were experts in the unknown.

They gave people experiences they couldn’t get anywhere else; at least anywhere else in Australia. Bringing the African savannah to the Gold Coast was particularly ambitious though the Bullen’s were mad optimists. Whilst the world sat captivated by the moon landing, people flocked to the newly opened lion safari park. Patrons were greeted by a hanging skeleton parading a safari hat. A wooden sign splashed with red paint read “don’t leave your car, our lions are hungry.”

The park wasn’t like other zoos. The Bullen’s spared visitors their legs. Their drive through safari was unlike anything else in the world.

Those scanning the classified section of the paper in 1985 would read “Free livestock removal service. Sick or injured cows and horses removed promptly, free of charge. Phone Bullen’s Lion Park.” Barn yard sounds joined the roars that blared throughout Beenleigh’s heart.

A minimum of two metal fences separated Bullen’s animals from the outside world, but they were only ever a thought away. For a touch under two decades, they fascinated, engaged and entertained. Never could you be so close to an exotic animal. Yet they weren’t performers. They were living, breathing creatures of the earth. They weren’t pawns in a game of chess. They were the players. Many tried to control them, but they acted on inbuilt instinct. The wild animals of Bullen’s were adept at finding ways to remind visitors that they were exactly that. Wild.

Cars sat bumper to bumper for miles as the Coast waited patiently for their taste of Africa. $8 got an adult in, half that for kids and pensioners. Nifty families stashed their kids in the boots and drove through the gates with two tickets too few. Once inside, there weren’t many rules to follow.

Windows up at all times, don’t leave your car and stick to the bitumen path. If you ran out of fuel, honk and the park rangers would be with you shortly.

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Reliving History

As I walked through the extensive Ancient Greek section, I searched. Every cabinet, every statue and eventually, I found it. I was underwhelmed.

What I had seen numerous pictures of and what I thought was about the height of your average vase, was not much bigger than one of those toy army soldiers. While it was much smaller than I first anticipated, it was still a thrill to find something I had written about for so long. I think it gave me a sense of reality; that the things I had been studying were real and now the proof was in front of me, not just a picture in a textbook.

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The museum displays around 80,000 artefacts from Ancient Greece, Egypt, Rome, China, Persia and more.

It’s more than just ‘old things’ though. It’s stories. You get transported back to the battle in Ancient Greece, as you get lost in a helmet, that the Argives won from the Corinthians and dedicated to Zeus in his sanctuary at Olympia. It’s providing us with a chance to learn about the past.

A Roman soldier stumbles on the battlefield, clutching the arrow protruding from his chest. Moments before his death, he pulls it and it falls in the dirt. Lost for centuries. Over 2,000 years later, a girl finds that arrow head displayed in the British Museum.

I liked history in school. Scratch that- I loved history. Still probably an understatement. When I picked my subjects for the HSC, Ancient History was the first one I chose. I was that nerdy kid who started their assignments way before they were due, did a ridiculous amount of research and read every single information board at museums. When it came to planning my solo trip to London, the British Museum was high on my list.

When I was in year seven we studied Ancient Egypt, the dream for any young high schooler interested in history.

I remember one of the first things we learnt was about the Rosetta Stone, the highly-prized artefact that unlocked hieroglyphs. I had seen numerous pictures of the stone in my textbook, so it was special to see in real life.

The Egyptian mummy section was a spot where pushing past people was the only option to get anywhere. About five different school groups, all with activity booklets wandered through. “Whoooaaahhhh,” they said, with their eyes wide, faces pressed against the glass.

I had left for London straight after the HSC, so as I stood in front of the entrance my head was already full of Ancient History facts. Through security, two pounds in the donations box for a map and I was in. A moment I had been looking forward to since I saw my first picture of a sarcophagus in a book at age six. I make it sound like I was walking into Buckingham Palace to meet with the Queen, rather than visiting the British Museum; but for me, it was exciting.

I won’t tell you how much time I spent in the museum. It was longer than any sane person would willingly admit. I didn’t intentionally spend a large chunk of the day there… but by the time I read most of the information… quite a lot of time had passed.

The British Museum is remarkable. Even if you’re not interested in history, it’s still cool to see the artefacts, especially the Egyptian ones, as they are so well known.

Although it’s one of those tourist attractions that millions visit every year, (yes, I left with that touristy Rosetta Stone keyring and that shot for Instagram) it’s worth facing the crowds. The fact that it’s free, like many London museums, also a bonus.

During my Ancient History course, I was required to analyse several sources, artefacts, readings, etc. One of these was a statue of a Spartan girl running and I had to reference it for many of my assessments.

While the museum was filled with young school children filling in their booklets, stressed out teachers chasing them around and tourists with their selfie sticks, one young history nerd was made very happy.

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Feel good motivational posts on Facebook tell you to do it.

Every high school movie ever made moralises it. Alreadysuccessful celebrities love to preach it. The message? Be yourself.

Easier said than done, right? Actually, no, it’s not. If there were ever a time to embrace being yourself it’s today because being different isn’t really different anymore.

Nowadays, you need to be unique to be included. There’s no trend that you can follow or piece of technology you need to have. Your biggest weapon is yourself and you have to stand out to fit in.

However, this isn’t in the unicorns and rainbows sense of a perfect world where flaws are embraced and everyone’s differences are celebrated. Instead, Australian Catholic University organisational psychologist Dr Sugumar Mariappanadar says that being confident in your individuality is a clear sign to others of whether you have your life together or not.

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“Uniqueness is directly related to individual success or that’s what people presume,” Dr Mariappanadar said. He explained that others perceive people who are confident enough to be different as being happier and more accomplished in their own lives. By showing that they don’t care about sticking to the status quo, they exude an aura of being in control. It’s why we don’t worry about Jughead like we do about Archie.

Nevertheless, although they may seem to be above superficial trends or mainstream entertainment, even the most too-cool-for-school people just want to fit in. “We are all social animals and because we are social animals we want to be included and we want to be part of a group,” Dr Mariappanadar said. It is in our nature to want to be different as we are born different but we also have an unavoidable herd instinct.

With the seemingly infinite rise of social media, now there’s no escape from this primal urge to want to be included. “Social media is nothing but a virtual group,” Dr Mariappanadar said. “People are now using that social animal instinct in a different way.” Being able to see what everyone is doing at all times is great for solidifying your position in a group but what about when you’re not included? The FOMO is real.

Social media has also played a major part in promoting unique identities as Bond University Senior Teaching Fellow David Shaw points out people can now construct identities online as they do in real life. “Social media encourages people to project an image of themselves that may or may not be accurate or true,” he said. “There’s a lot of research that suggests people’s online personas are vastly different to their lived realities. People are actively developing online pictures of themselves to give the best version.”

Well, according to a recent study, we should take a feather from a peacock because sticking out from the crowd is our best bet at discovering where we belong.

The 2014 study done by the University of Pennsylvania found that being yourself leads to a better sense of wellbeing and more satisfaction in life. Even when doing so can really differentiate you from others, it’s better than the alternative. People have a natural need to be at least somewhat dissimilar to others and any alienation caused by that can be remedied by finding a distinctive group that you can belong to. No matter how weird or wacky you are, there will always be someone out there who is just as weird and wacky as you.

On the flip side, the study also found that people have a desire for authenticity. So, not only does being true to yourself benefit you intrinsically, but it also draws in more people towards you. We are more attracted to the girl who wears funky socks or the boy who speaks in movie quotes than we are to those who are just trying to follow superficial trends. Like diamonds, we obviously want the real more than the fake.

However, we can’t all just throw in the towel to group norms and become a rambunctious herd of misfits and oddballs.

We are still a society and Dr Mariappanadar warns that there must always be some level of social cohesiveness.

“People can argue that if you’re individually successful then the society will benefit out of it but, if the focus is more on the individual, then the group or society within which the individual operates is lost,” Dr Mariappanadar said. “We need to be aware that individuality exists within a society so it’s not that individuals exist by themselves.

Individuality is about being part of the society.”

At it’s most basic level though, social media is about only one thing – connecting. “We talk a lot about projecting images and constructing identities but at its most base level, people want to connect with each other and they want to digitise IRL social interactions,” Mr Shaw said.

“People have started taking advantage of [social media] to construct identities just like how we construct identities in our real lives with each other and within groups.”

So be yourself, but don’t be too much yourself. We still have to be a functioning society and therefore our sense of individuality must ultimately benefit that society which gives us the opportunity to express ourselves. Or, in laymen’s terms, do whatever you want as long as it’s not, like, whatever you want. If you want to know the scientific name of every type of cacti in the world that’s fine, but don’t drive on the wrong side of the road just because you feel like it. We can’t all be Luna Lovegoods. There needs to be a few Dursleys to keep the world sane.

Everything we do comes down to fulfilling that one craving – the desire to be included. From the way we dress, to the movies we watch or the music we listen to, it’s all about finding approval from like-minded people that can make us feel like we belong. So if fitting in is the goal, standing out seems a bit counterproductive, doesn’t it?

In the modern age, being out is in and being in is out.

The biggest trend of today is no trend – unique is the new black. The mainstream is nothing more than an abandoned waterway and there’s no perfect template to fill in that ensures you’ll fit in. Instead, nowadays we all want to be different, you know, just like everyone else.

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ESCAPE REALITY

THIS EDITION WE FOLLOW THE TRAVEL ADVENTURES OF BONDIE EMILY SELLECK Photos by Aaron Butler

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Croatia was somewhere I hadn’t always thought of travelling, however within the last year or so it became my most desired travel destination. I felt a strong pull towards it and when none of my friends were free to join me, I booked a sail trip - solo. I flew in from Amsterdam early on the first day, not appropriately dressed for the heat that greeted me. I spent the equivalent of ten dollars on a bus ticket, swallowing my momentary discomfort in remembering that I did not know a single soul.

Upon arrival I was quick to dump my bags, in my hole of a room below deck and venture into Dubrovnik. Dubrovnik’s floors are all marble, surrounded by city walls that made me feel as though I was walking through Medieval times. Walking along the city wall, you see hundreds of orange roofs on one side and soaring cliffs filled with young travellers jumping into crystal-clear water on the other.

I befriended two girls from New Zealand and quickly felt at ease with the crew. As the alcohol started flowing, the conversations rapidly became more interesting. The last day in Dubrovnik included ATV driving over the city’s highest peaks and partying in its most popular club, Revelin. I drank tequila shots by the plenty, caught the confetti that fell from the ceiling and danced the night away with the crew.

The days that followed were the best of my month in Europe.

I woke early the next morning relieved that I had made it back on the boat before curfew as the engine hummed to life at 5am and took us onto the next island. Our hangovers were swiftly forgotten as we jumped off the top of the boat into the welcoming Adriatic Sea. My cheeks stayed pink from the sun and we drank mojitos as it set.

Makarska was giant gravel cliffs meeting pebble beaches into warm water and the destination of the Rave Cave Party. A night of dressing up as Pirates and Sailors as we partied in a natural cave turned into a beach side club. We drank, danced, held hands, laughed, danced some more and stumbled back onto the boat. The next morning the girls and I went rafting through the mountains, meeting the others in Split.

Split was my favourite part of the trip as our little boat family had become so close. We had a night to explore the town, drinking in a local bar and dancing on the street in the early morning for what felt like hours. Once back on the boat we all grabbed our mattresses from below deck and slept under the stars together. The sun woke us, and I realised our trip had come to an end. Not wanting to part ways just yet, a few of us booked accommodation together for the next night and I purposefully missed my flight back to London.

On the last day we lugged our suitcases to the beach, ordered a round and had one last dip in the sea. Bittersweet goodbyes as we all went our separate ways, now with 14 new friends around the world.

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Economy Seat guide from frequent failures WORDS ANNABEL FULLER Even towards the back of plane not all seats are equal. There are exit row seats, bulkheads seats and even seats that have no seat in front of them. During the GFC airlines began to monetise these meek luxuries making them all yours, for an unjustifiable fee. Suppose you don’t want to pay but enjoy the indulgence of blood freely flowing to your feet, there are still a few ways to achieve business class comfort an economy price.

The Wallflower

Seats towards the back of the bus are sold last. And there’s a reason for this. The back of the plane is both bumpier and nosier as you are seated behind the engines. On your standard twin-jet (3,3 configuration) all economy passengers troll in waves towards the rear toilets causing congestion in your aisle. The rear of the aircraft is also home to the cluttered, high traffic, galley that houses the inflight meals that you will have last pick of due to your undesirable seat location. While, these seats are certainly the wallflowers, they can have their perks. These seats are usually the first to board, ensuring your luggage a space in the highly competitive overhead bin. These seats are also the most likely to score an empty seat beside you.

The Silent Flyer

Newer aircraft such as the highly anticipated Dreamliner, have quieter cabins. Yet, 13 hours in, the gentle roar of engine can keep even the deepest sleepers awake. Generally, the pointy end of the plane is quietest. But for our economy budgets in front of the engines will be your best bet. The engines deflect noise backwards, and it’s said the aisles are quieter than the window (that’s not during meal time however,) so your quietest bet is the middle seat – but nobody wants that. Bulkheads are where bassinets attach so steer clear. Unaccompanied minors (the loudest most excitable) are seated in the backrow of plane – avoid this non-reclinable row unless you want to become the in-flight babysitter.

The Dreamer

For those who find the roar of the engine, a gentle lullaby over the wings provides the best songs. As for seat configurations some find resting their heads against the window comforting while others prefer stretching their legs into the aisle. For the dreamer who can fall asleep at the drop of a hat please take the middle seat to save the misery of claustrophobia from a non-sleepy flyer.

The Gymnast

Additional leg room or wide seats is the bulkhead conundrum. The bulkhead is perfect for minimalists as there is no seat or seatback pocket in front and all carry-ons must be stowed in the overhead locker for take-off and landing. However, no seat in front means no pesky passengers reclining into your tiny oasis. The bulkhead often means pullout video screen and armrest, tray tables that slightly reduce the seat width. But where the bulkhead shines is the few extra centimetres of leg room along with the large wall separating you and the 1%; where to the distaste of the flight crew you can slough down into your seat and angle your lanky legs against the bulkhead

The Diazepam junkie

As far forward as possible is recommended as the ride is not only smoother and quieter it is closer to re-assuring airline staff. Window or aisle is a personal preference, for some the aisle’s proximity to exits is reassuring.

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My Pick

As a wallflower myself the back third of the economy cabin, window seat, is my top pick. The insurance of overhead luggage space and the possibility of a seat between my neighbour and I far outweigh the perks of the other seats. I use noise cancelling earphones to dull the engine to a whisper and as a confident flyer find the gentle motion somewhat comforting.

My tips for anyone aiming for business class comfort at an economy price is to book your flight on a Tuesday morning as this is when flights are cheapest. Travel at midday on Wednesday when the chaotic airport becomes a ghost town with business travellers out of sight until Friday fly’s by.

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Tapping your troubles Away WORDS EVIE LILLEY-HALE

Like every other university student out there, I have the usual cravings for pizza, chocolate, chips and whatever else gets me through assignment-stress and those last-minute exam cramming sessions. Obviously, this is not a healthy approach to uni life, but what’s a girl to do?

You can only imagine how excited, and a little nervous, I was when I had the opportunity to attend a clinical Emotional Freedom Technique (EFT) workshop last month, run by Bond University’s own Dr Peta Stapleton. Covering everything from traumatic memories to chronic pain and food cravings, health professionals from around the country spent three days learning how to ‘tap’ on these problems.

Tapping is one form of EFT and is often described as being a psychological form of acupuncture (but instead of being poked with needles, you’re just tapping with your fingers on specific acupressure points). By tapping on these points while recalling a distressing emotional experience, you release the stress and emotional conditioned response that is tied up in that memory. It can take a few cycles of tapping to completely reduce this emotional response, but by teaching your body to no longer associate that memory with stress or any other negative emotion, you’ve essentially removed the power of that memory.

It’s usually at this point in my explanation to family and friends that I start to notice their skeptical looks and side-eye glances, and that’s understandable. In comparison to some of the older approaches to therapy, EFT is like the new kid on the block and it sounds far too easy to actually work. That’s one of the perks of EFT though, and there are enough success stories out there to make anyone a believer.

To offer one of my own, I decided to tap on my cravings for sultanas during Dr Peta’s EFT workshop. It might be a strange food to crave, but my family can attest to my love for them and I think part of me was curious about how successful tapping could be for me. As it turns out, it only took thirty minutes of tapping to realise and address my emotional reason for craving sultanas.

Breaking the emotionally conditioned response I had created towards many years of eating sultanas, I have completely erased any craving I had towards them.

The uneaten sultana snack pack that still lies in my pantry from the workshop is my only reminder of the strong cravings I once had.

If you’re interested in learning more about EFT I recommend visiting Dr Peta Stapleton’s website (petastapleton.com) or watching her YouTube videos for specific tapping instructions. Alternatively, if you just love reading other people’s success stories check out EFTUniverse.com and see that there really is no limit to what you can tap on!

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Architecture Spotlight DESIGN + WORDS RYAN MCKILLOP

SNOW WHITE

Snow White is my take on a modern minimalistic design.

Located at Mount Buller Ranges in Eastern Victoria, Snow White was a simple exercise designed to fit in with its natural environment both functionally and elegantly. Designing the roof on a slant provides practical solutions for season snowfall, keeping the soothing, shallow, orange light below visible. The size and shape of the design allows it to sit autonomously within its surrounding environment.

AURORA

A design exercise for those who want to disappear. An escape to the black sand beaches of Iceland where the days run twice as long and the nights are painted with the Northern Lights.

Experiencing the beauty of Iceland’s unique beaches, shared with loved ones or as a personal escape.

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A Single Fronted Terrace located in one of Melbourne’s blue chip suburbs; Albert Park. This family residential home, accompanied with executive bayside living is completely sustainable, including state of the art technologies for current 21st century living. The multi-level design includes many deceiving spaces; including a basement, a cellar, theatre room, multi-media room, rooftop terrace, to name a few. To top things off, just a short 10 minute walk into the heart of Melbourne to experience a day or evening of culture in a city that never sleeps.

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Bond Graduation Films BITCH! WRITTEN AND DIRECTED BY LARA STEWART PRODUCED BY VICTORIA HETHERINGTON

Bitch! is a black comedy about a feisty and eccentric chef, Cassandra “Sandy” Clarke, who has recently fulfilled her dream of opening her own restaurant. One day, prestigious food critic Patrick O’Reilly pays a visit to Sliced Bar & Grill. In awe of Sandy’s talent, and a little bit tipsy, Patrick brazenly asks her on a date. When she turns down his advances, he writes a particularly scathing review that ruins her restaurant’s reputation, and thus her livelihood. Three months later, Patrick and his annoyingly yappy dog, Fifi, move in next door. After Sandy realises her new neighbour is the man who ruined her career, she seizes her chance for revenge by cooking him a meal he will never forget.

THE GREENS WRITTEN AND DIRECTED BY ROBYN FAIRBAIRN PRODUCED BY DELLA EVANS

The Greens is a whimsical comedy about Risco Green, an awkward teenage boy, who comes from a family some wouldn’t consider traditional. Their peculiar lifestyle makes it difficult for him to interact with the outside world.

One day however, he takes the plunge and decides to befriend his neighbour, Molly Jones, by inviting her into the quirky world of the Greens. Hesitant and a little unsure, Molly takes Risco up on his offer to join him and his family for dinner. After an eventful evening, it becomes apparent that the two come from polar opposite families, making his one shot at friendship seem impossible. To Risco’s surprise, Molly returns the next day, and tells him about her family problems. Having witnessed her family’s dynamic himself, Risco begins to compare his lifestyle with Molly’s, questioning what it means to be normal. Finally, Risco accepts his differences and through his unlikely friendship with Molly Jones, he learns that there is no true definition of normality.

A SMILE & PERHAPS A TEAR WRITTEN AND DIRECTED BY WILLIAM LEESE PRODUCED BY TRISTAN HEFFERNAN

In a love letter to films of the 1920s, ‘A Smile & Perhaps a Tear’ is a modern silent film about the innocence of first love. 18-year-old Abel wants to keep the spirit of silent cinema alive. Usually alone on this endeavour, he is the sole projectionist for the Majestic Theatre Silent Film Society. One day the girl of his dreams comes to one of his screenings and after many struggles to get her attention, he overcomes his shyness and thanks to their shared love of the movies, they are finally brought together.

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Show your fellow Bondies some love and check out the films on Facebook for trailers, behind the scenes and more! These films will be premiering at Centrescreen in December.

OVERTIME WRITTEN AND DIRECTED BY NICK BRADSHAW PRODUCED BY OLIVIA GANE

A confident intern has to balance the demands of his boss and the date of his life, but his blind ambition leads him down the path of ultimate misfortune.

THE MIRACLE OF JC WRITTEN AND PRODUCED BY MADDY HOWLETT DIRECTED BY SYDNEY MUMBY

When golden boy JC begins to perform miracles in a haze of cocaine, it ignites a jealous rage in his best mate Judas, resulting in a night no one will forget.

EMBER WRITTEN AND DIRECTED BY JULIAN CULLEN PRODUCED BY MADDY HOWLETT & HARRISON FORBES-DOWD

A young girl and her companion struggle to survive, searching for food and shelter in a barren wasteland. Encountering a stranger, she must overcome her fear or lose everything.

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