SAN CHURRO

Let me rewind a bit first:

On the 20th I had a scholarship ceremony for Uni.

Of course, my family being my family, we were hopelessly late.

The only thing I could do as I sat there stuck in my little car waiting for traffic to move was take pictures of time slipping by faster and faster; or as you might like to call it, the sun setting.

Here's a shaky photo of my Uni at night:

Don't you feel weird when you walk through a deserted playground, park or school at night?

It's so eerie. I found this interesting definition on a website the other day:

kenopsia

n. the eerie, forlorn atmosphere of a place that’s usually bustling with people but is now abandoned and quiet—a school hallway in the evening, an unlit office on a weekend, vacant fairgrounds—an emotional afterimage that makes it seem not just empty but hyper-empty, with a total population in the negative, who are so conspicuously absent they glow like neon signs.

I'm pretty sure this is a made up word, but still. I found it on this most interesting tumblr called

                              The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows

It's a tumblr with a lot of interesting, most likely imaginary words but they're really really cool.

Like this one, for instance:

sonder

n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk.

I'm definitely sure I've felt that exact feeling at least once or twice before - now I have an imaginary word that no-one will understand to describe that feeling with! HOW AWESOME IS THAT.

I got a certificate and stuff, it was boring and I was late so let's skip over that all that.

Oh I met this girl who was studying aviation, it was pretty cool. It makes me wonder what kind of people wake up one day and suddenly decide they're going to become pilots.

Alright so I'm sure it doesn't happen quite like that, but still.

So, on to San Churro.

San Churro, self-described "Chocolateria", is possibly the best thing that has ever happened to total sugar addicts like me.

My friend Choo (that's not her actual name but I think it's caught on) got us this great deal where we get a free drink, tray of chocolates and all-you-can-eat churros for just $15 per person.

Preeeetty sweeeet, amirite?

Here's Choo updating us on Facebook. Again, because nothing actually happens unless it's validated on Facebook.

By the way, those churros were as nice as they look in the photos. Yummooo.

I don't know who Jess was talking to in this photo.

LOL. AT. CAF.

Afterwards we went to play pool.

I didn't play of course, because I am ridiculously unco-ordinated and also I couldn't be bothered.

Oh and this is the day where I took my film camera, the newly dubbed Trafalgar along. Below you can see me trying to stuff aluminium foil into the battery compartment in a public, crowded restaurant.

No biggy.

I snapped some photos with it, but I have no freaking clue how they turned out. Most likely all out of focus and blurry: I had no idea how focusing through the viewfinder worked until later that night.

Lastly we stopped by at Maccas.

I think some of the guys were still hungry after San Churro, I guess you can't really fill up on sweet things. Well, you can if you're me.

I think we ended up going home pretty early actually...

Yeah.

Wow LOL what an awkward way to end a post, reminds me of when people don't have anything to say after a big speech, so they just end up finishing their rant with "So, yeah."

Well anyways, post soon y'all.

In the month of April

I have pretty miserable sleeping habits. This is actually a picture of the sun rising - not setting. I began to realise just how messed up my sleeping patterns were when I was still awake at 4:30 AM doing not very much at all, and somehow thought this extremely normal somewhere in my convoluted little mind.

Although, I haven't been completely unproductive.

"Lady Boat Woman", April 2012

This is a piece I completed recently, I actually started this in Rye when I had nothing much to do one night.

And that's LADY BOAT WOMAN, as in Lady Margaret or Lady Sophie or some other posh name - not one long adjective lady-boat-woman as you might think.

One of the many stores around my campus is a store called Handworks, "Nouveau Paperie". As the name implies they sell high-end stationary products and unique journals, as well as scrap booking stuff. I stopped by and bought a plain black journal, had to get something simple as the more expensive handmade leather journals were somewhere in the region of 200 bucks a pop.

Anyway the reason I wanted a journal with a lot of pages is so that I can write down my dreams properly. I have small notebooks by the side of my bed where I jot down important words when I wake up to remember the dream later, but they're usually haphazard phrases and broken fragments of sentences. I don't really have a notebook where I can write my dreams down in detail. Hopefully it'll help me improve my creative writing skills as at the moment they are virtually non-existent.

This book is made in Korea, and it smells like kim chi too.

I thought the Handwork's business card was really interesting.

You can see the little toy thing I picked up from an op shop the other day, it's one of those children's toys they let you play with at the doctor's. I used to absolutely LOVE these when I was a kid, they were endlessly entertaining, so of course when I saw this miniature one for $1 I had to grab it immediately.

Oh and the reason that the video looks old is because I accidentally left the vintage filter on when recording; please don't think my room is lit by glow worms or some strange coloured lightbulb.

Bought this interesting photo album the other day.

The photos of the end result turned out pretty weird looking so I just ran them through random photo shop filters.

OH AND YOU WOULDN'T BELIEVE WHAT I FOUND IN AN OP SHOP THE OTHER DAY.

Isn't it beautiful??

Literally walked past the window and almost didn't see this sitting there. But it like, called to me. It was like fate or something. 

It boggles my mind that no-one else bought it before me, it was only $20.

I still don't know if it functions 100% or not though; they don't sell the batteries for this model anymore since they contained mercury - I had to use a different method involving aluminium foil to get it to turn on. I guess I'll find out if it works or not when I get the film processed.

Speaking of which, does anyone know where I can get film processed cheap in Melbourne? They're only small rolls.

I'm not sure what I should name it. Since it's really old, maybe a really old British name, like Trafalgar.

Yeah, I like Trafalgar.

Well here's a shot I snapped coming home from Uni the other day. Since I opened with a sunset I guess it's kinda fitting that I end with a night shot?

God I'm so lame.