tell me what you see

'In expanding the field of knowledge we but increase the horizon of ignorance’ - Henry Miller

Is this true?

breakfast at tiffany's

Today was the last day with the cousins and aunt in town, so I had originally planned to take them to breakfast in Kew. However, it was decided by all that blueberry pancakes at home would be a much less expensive and more delicious choice. I'm such a loser that I take photos of my food. Gourmet Traveller here I come.

maple syrup and fresh strawberries.

This was washed down with really strong coffee.

I would have licked the plate if I had been alone. I'm truly depraved.

And we all made a friend called Gary

thank you for the music

I'm a creature of habit, and I like the idea of tradition. However, there is only one tradition I partake in that is really my own. Every year, around may, I make a compilation CD and force my 'personal' and somewhat 'acquired' taste in music on Amy. This started out as a birthday gift idea for poor, unsuspecting Amy in year ten. For some reason I never got out of the habit. Strangely enough, she seems to look forward to this. However this year I'm extremely late, as it is a gift belated by nearly two months. But I'm rather pleased with the outcome, and happily listened to it on the tram on my way to the University of Melbourne this morning.

1. Woo Hoo - 5, 6, 7, 8s

2. Happiness is a Warm Gun - The Beatles

3. The Blowers Daughter - Damien Rice

4. Taylor - Jack Johnson

5. I Will Follow you into the Dark - Death Cab for Cutie

6. Fall at your Feet - Crowded House

7. One Fine Day - The Chiffons

8. Fox on the Run - The Sweet

9. Violet Hill - Coldplay

10. Save Tonight - Eagle Eye Cherry

11. Solsbury Hill - Peter Gabriel

12. Edge of Seventeen - Stevie Nicks

13. Fidelity - Regina Spektor

14. Flora's Secret - Enya

15. Pretty Little Ditty - Red Hot Chili Peppers

16. Your Heart is an Empty Room - Death Cab for Cutie

17. Fast Car - Tracy Chapman

18. The Call - Regina Spektor

18 songs for 18 years. Happy Birthday Amy! (and I apologise for the 70s. They didn't know any better)

On a different note, today was the University of Melbourne's Access All Areas. In all truthfulness it was rather boring, and the highlight of my day was definitely Lygon Street and San Churros. For those who have never experienced churros, I like to know if you've been living under a rock for the past ten years. This is what you're missing.

Spanish donuts and dipping chocolate.

Chocolate macadamia tart which Kris and Andy (my Grecian lovelies) ordered

Gabby drawing on my coffee.

It was supposed to be an 'M' and a Heart

My Grecian lovelies

The equally lovely Gabby, who is currently trying to convey less through facial expression and more through words.

Looking just a bit glamorous

This is me being a being a bit artistic, and a bit proud of my lacing.

I apologise for all fuzziness and bluring. I blame it on the lighting, shutter speed and the movements of my models. I of course, am perfect.

vogue

It's official, my shoe closet is decidedly boring. Unfortunately, nowadays, you need money to be interesting. So I just get to look. But I thought the existence of these shoes should be made known. I get tingles. M.C. Escher doesn't stray too far from my mind either.



Marc Jacobs, spring summer 08.

However, I'm not 100% sure of the mechanics involved here. How would one walk? One of life's tantalising mysteries.

silver

Slowly, silently, now the moon
Walks the night in her silver shoon;
This way, and that, she peers, and sees
Silver fruit upon silver trees;
One by one the casements catch
Her beams beneath the silvery thatch;
Couched in his kennel, like a log,
With paws of silver sleeps the dog;
From their shadowy cote the which breasts peep,
Of doves in a silver-feathered sleep;
A harvest mouse goes scampering by,
With silver claws, and silver eye;
And moveless fish in the water gleam,
By silver reeds in a silver stream.

Walter de la Mare

One of my favourite poems. I wanted to read something pretty

home

I’m back. I should be unpacking or doing the homework I had planned to do last week but didn’t. Instead, I’m going to procrastinate for an hour or two.

Port Douglas was fun. I can't really be bothered explaining anything that happened but i'm happy to post many photos which illustrate my 'Tourist Day' with my friend Alana (who by the way recently got a fringe - thoughts?). This involved buying 'Lolita' glasses and then taking cheesy 'touristy' photos. enjoy.

Ice creams were a must. Alana = Cookies and Cream and Me = Coffee.

We also met some other georgeous people. The shade was terrible though, and a foreigner was taking the photo. He was having enough trouble with my camera as it was, so we only posed for one.

We had lunch near this church, which I think is very cute

Bernie like the Lolita glasses

Becky wasn't allowed to bring homework with her...

Anni on the other hand decided to get in some UMAT practice.

Then Alana and I decided to walk home along the beach. However, we became disoreientated and this is where we ended up...

Where we took many silly photos

Many.

However, on a different note, I have received complaints from 'some' who cannot keep up with my ever changing priorities: mainly that I don’t blog what I say I will. So, I will begin with cupcakes. The Wednesday before last I made cupcakes for my sister’s birthday. I was asked to make these cupcakes the previous Monday, however I did not foresee how much homework I would have and as a result my bake and decorate extravaganza was moved to midnight. So I spent the wee hours of Thursday morning decorating cupcakes. However, It was the best photographically documented moment of my entire life, not even baby photos can compare, and I choose to share It.

this is the result of careless food dye dropping.

cupcake glitter!

I'm not sure if you can tell, but there are 24 cupcakes which spell (in little edible silver bally things) * H-A-P-P-Y B-I-R-T-H-D-A-Y I-S-A-B-E-L-L-A-! *

In the end I went to bed at 1:30. All in a days work.

ob-la-di ob-la-da...

life goes on.... after school. That's right. Term is over and now I am able to devote some much needed time and attention to my family, friends, my schoolwork (gross) and most importantly ... myself. Aside from the mountain of french homework mme. V gave me, I plan to do a combination of courageous and exciting things. All with camera in hand ... so watch this space if you want to be assulted by holiday happy snaps.

Now I'm off to jump on a plane, but brace your self for a sincere tribute to Port Douglas, cupcakes and tea time in the days to come.