So far, my easter long weekend has been amazing.

Last night, I had yet another adventure with my dearest friend, m0rgasm. (But more on that next entry)

Today, after maple spelt muesli at centennial park, I went gallivanting through the woods searching for pine cones and 'Y-sticks' to make sling-shot weaponry.







Later in the day, my mother and I went to the rocks, where we visited the Yayoi Kusama: I love myself exhibition at the MCA. After having our eyes boggled by illusionary installations and dotty prints and paintings we moseyed down to the artisan crafts markets where we bought some handmade accessories.





I finished my night with a cone of Gelatissimo's new chocolate sorbet (which, may I say, is INCREDIBLE) and a kick ass Chinese martial arts film.

That's all folks!

Living, for me, is a constant cycle of change, bouts of stagnation and the infinite pursuit of self improvement.

My house goes through furniture rearrangements every few weeks. This is to improve the functioning of our family unit (but really to add something new to a lifestyle that has inevitably become stale).

In the morning, when you awake, the dawn suddenly feels that much more loveable. Because, you know in your heart, that the couch downstairs has been moved 5 inches to the left.

Yet, that same couch will later fall under bored, scrutinizing eyes. "Let's move it over there, instead" - yes, that'd make life feel that little bit fresher again.

Ever changing, ever moving, never arriving.





I don't think I'd like to arrive, anyway.

The days have been passing by so sneakily. They manage to come and go without my realising it. They're falling one by one like dominoes; sounding klack, klack, klack in quick succession. I laugh when old friends ask me "what's going on?" and I have no reply but the proverbial "nothing much". Time goes so fast it blurs. Days become ghost trails of days before. Today becomes a good guess of what tomorrow will be like. I am comfortable with it, though. This simple routine; this ever-predictable lifestyle. Monday through Friday being just one big day, interrupted by small intermissions of loud, colourful dream-borderline-nightmares; when my brain escapes the normal pattern to revel in wild parties, murders and love affairs.

"Sleep... oh, how I loathe those little slices of death"










Eat, sleep - and then, fulfil the most horrid and beautiful dreams.

Series: Bun and Toast adventures
Episode: "Parties"
Summary: Bun and Toast explore the pros and cons of real parties, vs fake ones.

(credit: magical morgan)

m0rgasm posted some amazing photos HERE. (look or die)

Episode synopsis:
m0rgasm and I spent Saturday evening / night together. She came over to my humble abode at around 6pm. Whilst our joyous summer weather hailed ice cubes and obese rain drops from it's smokey-screened skies on the street outside, we sat in my warm dining room drawing words with chop sticks dipped in forest berry jam, honey and peanut butter, like feathered quills in ink. We listened to my old, scratchy FIFTH DIMENSION record whilst lying on itchy carpet and brainstormed ideas for our joint blog (you shall hear more about this later!). For dinner, my parents fried us some burger patties and drizzled them with japanese ginger salad dressing.

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This morning I woke up to a window full of grey and falling rain - light like snow. It was a winter's day in December (except I live in Australia, so that is odd). The back of my throat was sour, my eyes were puffy and I couldn't stop sneezing. Tokyo, my dog, tried to warm my feet - but to no avail. It was cold, and I had acquired a cold. Today was a stay-in Sunday.

I felt I was back in England, the sound of windscreen wipers squeaking, wearing pajamas and men's sweaters, lots of glutenous breads and cakes, white tea...

Hannah's Guide to an ill and cold day:

1. Don warm socks.
2. Drink hot beverages.
3. Write letters to yourself (to relieve boredom caused by cabin fever).
4. Listen to Fats Waller records.
5. Watch an ungodly amount of television.


# 1, # 3


# 2


# 5

"-There's such a lot of different Annes in me. I sometimes think that is why I'm such a troublesome person. If I was just the one Anne it would be ever so much more comfortable, but then it wouldn't be half as interesting."

Morgan (m0rgasm) and I went to the Aquarium on Thursday night.

She posted some photos from the night here - and you simply must see them!

We had an eerily magical night amongst the dark corridors walled with aquatic cities filled with fluttering fish, ominous sharks and other gruesome creatures.

At first, we thought we'd never make it to the aquarium, as we only finished dinner at 9pm (due to us dawdling prior to our meal by writing silly messages to leave on trendy cars we spied) - and the aquarium was to close at 10pm!

We ran, ran, ran all the way to the aquarium to be met by shut doors. We thought we'd really missed out. However, a friendly janitor let us in, and we didn't even have to pay! We skipped along feeling a bit too lucky.

They played fantastical music inside, similar to the sounds of Danny Elfman. It matched the haunting surroundings. If we were to stand pressed against the glass walls we felt as if we were inside, and even then it felt more like outer space than it did an aquarium.

We sat by one of these walls and drew the underwater landscape and it's inhabitants. They told us they were closing, but we did not budge. When the lights turned off it was almost pitch black. Morgan squeezed my arm as we tried to find our way through the lacing corridors - dark and lonely.

After the aquarium we ate gelato whilst sitting by the pavement in the city; listening to foreigners debate feverishly. We then went into a pub merely to play pokies, as despite the bad rep they have - they are rather colourful and endearingly kitsch. After that pub, we waltzed into yet another one - so as to use their free coffee machine for a cup of french vanilla - we then waltzed straight out again. What people must think of girls like us skipping in and out of their pubs in such a way?

It was such a lovely evening. Morgan and I have the greatest urban adventures.

( boo )
Halloween was fun! Morgan and I threw a Halloween extravaganza for my sister and her friends. We spread the table with a spider table cover, sausage rolls skewered with ghosts and pumpkins on sticks, jellies full of teeth (candy), witches fingers biscuits, a punch bowl with floating severed hands and piles of watermelon (carvings left over from our 'wumpkin' watermelon jack-o-lantern).

My day was spent getting ready for the Halloween bash. Alicia helped me make a costume. I was a box and tinfoil robot. It was the best costume I have ever made and worn.

At night, Morgan and I took the loud, puberty-fueled 11 year-olds out to trick-or-treat. The wind was threatening to blow me away - my box body rattling and tinfoil flapping. Not many people had candy, unfortunately. Australia has very little Halloween spirit. And I refuse to listen to all of your pessimistic, "Halloween is American" nonsense! It can be a global holiday! Sure - it's about autumn or whatever, but can't we just pretend?

After trick or treating we went back home to fill ourselves with jelly and play Halloween-esque games. We split the kids up into two teams and played mummy-wrapping. An abundance of toilet paper lay in long streamers on the floor afterward. Then we played apple-bobbing. Our heads were drenched, the pot of water was creamy with white face paint. There are still apples sitting around the house with tiny teeth marks.

Morgan and I had an 11 o'clock dinner at Mamak in China Town. We consumed roti and sweet malaysian iced beverages, whilst playing with our new earrings and morning glory trinkets bought from the china-town night markets. We got lost in a car-park labyrinth and took photos of a homeless man in a werewolf mask. We wound up our night at a 24 hr internet cafe, disrupting 1am interweb-nerds with our loud chuckling as we browsed strange people on myspace and looked through hundreds of random images.

The Hag is astride,
This night for to ride;
The Devill and shee together:
Through thick, and through thin,
Now out, and then in,
Though ne’r so foule be the weather.
- The Hag, Robert Herrick (1648)

[edit: m0rgasm uploaded more photos (and possibly way better) here.]

So for the past two weeks Morgan and I have been having a lot of fun. We've met for strolls around town - purchasing cute Japanese phone trinkets and felt DIY kits. We've met Rhys for dinner in Glebe, playing arcade games, climbing kiddy playgrounds and pushing eachother around in a trolley in an (almost) deserted carpark.

This weekend Morgan came over. We first drove around in her midget smart car and went shopping for materials for tie-dying. A man with strange sticky-outty ears, a shiney bald head and thick rimmed glasses helped us navigate our way through the labyrinth of a shopping mall; currently under construction.

When we returned and set to the actual tie-dying we were met by many confusing online how-tos, which all said different things. When purchasing more materials from a corner shop I bumped into a mother of an old friend - she told me she used to do tie-dye and I dragged her over to my house where she simplified everything for us. We ended up not using the expensive dye we bought at all, instead we used food colouring and lots of salt.


Well, it worked! ( Here are the results. )

In other news: I haven't had a decent night's sleep in weeks. And the taste of really sweet vinegar is tickling the back of my throat.

Stop drowning in today's urban teen scene.
Get out there.
Just because you're not 7 doesn't mean the world isn't fun anymore.

The possibilities are only limited by your belief in limitations.

From your pal,
H.

I'm home again. Arrived back Monday afternoon.

I had a pretty wonderful time snorkelling over city-scapes of coral fans and sea anemones, screaming as a group of 4 manta rays glide from under my feet, eating papaya and lobster salads in shacks, playing ping-pong with Tongan men who laugh like hyenas, torturing hermit crabs by creating impossible obstacle courses in the sand; watching them struggle their way out - and of course, swimming in deep, endless oceans with the ethereal humpback whales.

I'll get the photos online later and share the linkage with you.

As for now perhaps you would enjoy some photos from a night out I had with Morgan before I left for Tonga. We met at night in the city by our favourite meeting spot: the talking dog fountain. From there Morgan expressed to me an interest in recreating the Foamy Fountain - and thus we set on completing this mission. Two boxes of chalk, a box of washing powder and two squeezey bottles of bubble bath later... click.

p.s. Read anything by Maxine Hong Kingston

I have returned! I have also started a separate blog as my travel blog... tis here: hannah.heart.blogspot.com
Also all my Northern Territory photos can be found here: Picasaweb albums

So check them out, and you should think about checking them regularly here on out because that's what I'll update the most as I continue on with my travels.

This will be more so a personal blog. So I shall now write something kinda personal.

I am sooooooooooo nervous about going to the Lake District, I don't have much time til I go (2 weeks), and I think the only thing that really scares me about going is IF I get homesickness. Because my homesickness is really awful; I feel it ten fold, I swear.

Over and out.