This morning I woke up feeling like death. I had a spot of trouble falling asleep last night and didn't do so until after 2:30am. Can't remember what actually woke me up(could've been the wind, could've been my phone vibrating), but I ended up awake by 7:15am.

It really felt more like a nap than a good night's sleep, but as I looked out my window, I was pleasantly surprised by this:



I've been getting up at lunchtime the past week or two so it was nice to be up early enough to see the sunrise and take some photos of it.

It was also nice to be up early enough to use my internet plan's off-peak download. My normal downloading hours has reached its cap, meaning no youtube-ing or viewing of photo-heavy sites. This had pretty much restricted half of my life(I'm sure you guys can empathise). So after some joyful speedy browsing of a few sites I'd been deprived of, I was feeling not so cranky about getting close to no sleep last night.

Infact, I felt so bubbly that I decided not to cancel my 9:30 plans with Laura. We had planned to do a bit of art-fagging, and art-fagging we did! Despite my apparent aura of art-fag-ness, today was actually the first time I visited ACCA(Australian Centre for Contemporary Art).

I don't want to sound like some country-traitor, but honestly it was nothing compared to the Tate Modern or Pompidou Centre. A few interesting pieces though.


Laura and a weird dark room with a light installation.


Laura and a gigantic symmetrical-to-the-last-detail installation of prosaic household items(there were even two chalkboards with symmetrical drawings :O ). Quite baffling.

After all this excitement, we settled down with a relatively unprovocative lunch at Dumpling House with some others. The tables there were sticky, the cutlery was self-serving, they played Righteous Brothers and Beatles music, and had what looked like wood-grain patterned linoleum covering the walls. In short - the place was tacky and random in a likeable way.

The afternoon was spent sieving through the incredulously dull(and long) book "Rembrandt's Self-portraits" at the State Library. The only amusing part was reading the introduction of the book where the writer proudly states that her book is by no means in chronological order, nor is it a catalogue to all of Rembrandt's self-portraits(hence why it's titled "Rembrandt's Self-portraits", obviously). I thought she was just being modest, but no, she was quite right in suggesting that the book was just a miscellaneous collection of stuff related to Rembrandt.

Was glad to get out of the library. Not glad about the wind and rain outside. Luckily, Connex did not let me down, and was quite the unreliable bastard as predicted. Due to the weather, trains on my line were delayed for 30minutes. Then cancelled. Then I think uncancelled...

Anyway, there was a lot of angry waiting involved.


I was slightly distracted by this woman in the shiny shoes though. Her complexion and dewiness made me think of white nectarines...what?

So basically, that was my eventful day. Other than the fact that I'm completely sleep-deprived, I would be eager to get up at 7am again tomorrow. We'll see how it goes.

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