This site does say Seven In Sydney, right? Well, here's nine. I'll be up the coast next week, so I won't have many, if any, from Sydney, so hopefully the greater number this week makes up for it and a bit of a cheaty week last week.
Well I took the Polaroid cam out on Monday. It has some 600 film in it that's expired. I'm not sure whether I like them or not -- everything is super warm (and I don't know if it's me, but even non-expired film seems to lean heavily towards the reds). Still got some in the camera that I'll need to get through before I send an order through to the Impossible Project, which is now making the film. Happy to hear they've set up shop in Perth, but they're not cheap. Something like $35 for a pack of 600 colour film which is good for just eight shots.
Spied this while helping a mate break the lock on his motorcycle. This was probably about 10pm on a Tuesday and I'd walked out from home with a heavy bag full of tools. Standing around in the middle of a street taking to his bike with a screwdriver is not suspicious at all, no sir. He'd used a cheap bicycle lock to chain his helmet to his bike, but the key was no longer working (whether someone had tried to break into it or it had just died is a mystery). Don't use crappy ones. They're super easy to smash.
Anyway, looks like our sculpturing friend is still hard at work.
Remember that ferris wheel from last week? Well it looks like I spoke too soon. It's gone. Like, completely. I wondered for a second if I'd just stumbled into some other wide area that looked the same, but nope, it was gone. Maybe I'll notice something else one day and that'll vanish too to make a liar out of me.
I also seem to be making a habit of visiting the Sydney conference and exhibition centre.
There's a Thai place over on Pitt Street that I can't remember the name of, that didn't have business cards, but overall was a pretty crap place to eat at. It does, however, have a tuk-tuk out the front. I wouldn't say run, run away, if you happened across this place, but I'd probably look for better places to eat.
I wanted to jump in and pretend to lean off the side of it, but I didn't think the staff would appreciate that. Besides, no one leans off their scooter in Thailand, to my knowledge.
Don't know why I keep ending up here. Regent Place Gloria Jeans. I've been avoiding Starbucks and GJ's like the plague, but a good slice of cake never really killed anyone. Except maybe diabetics.
Friends and I end up talking crap all evening, which usually turns to talk of penises and sex. No joke.
I've been getting more and more excited that the day is ending with the sun still out. It reflects off a building and is rather disturbing in the last hour of work, but it's also a good sign that the day is almost out and there still is light in the day.
Just makes going home all the more happier.
It's been a while since I've sat down at Macchiato for a meal. Cnr Liverpool and Pitt, I think. The last time I was there they had a little jazz band. It's still a nice place, but I think things have been scaled back a bit. I feel sort of bad for them. They had a fire the other month or so ago which flooded out their restaurant. I imagine the water damage would have been annoying to say the least.
First time I've ever seen cops take a public bus for the purpose of transport. It feels sorta odd. Although, now that I've said that, I'm sure they'll appear on all the busses I take, just like how ferris wheels suddenly don't exist anymore.
I felt bad that they got off and went to the convenience store and the first thing I thought of was doughnuts. Almost every Aussie cop I've seen or met has been in pretty good shape actually.
Me on the other hand? This is becoming a habit. 3am at Pancakes again, with a beer for breakfast. We did try going to Star City as something new and different, but the bars there are either crap for talking at or were shut. I didn't realise they were under renovations at the moment. The entire place looks different than the last time I was there. Bit of a shame because I have several memories from my high school days there.
We talk crap, give each other advice as if we know what we're talking about. It's funny, I'm telling my friend to focus on his inner game, sort out his identity and who he wants to be so he can love who he is, but I'm not there yet either.
Always reminds me that when people say you should love who you are, that doesn't necessarily mean accepting that you've got terrible flaws and thinking you can't do anything about them, it's about making those changes in your life so you love the person you become and not a person you're pretending to be.