Day 3 of Sydney
February 21st 2008 01:38
My sore throat turned into a runny nose, and I'm still recovering. I still have blocked ears from the flight (my illness probably isn't helping), which was pretty vile. I boarded the airship at about 9pm Italian time, and travelled for 12 hours... I was pretty tired by that time, but I had to catch a 9 hour flight straight after that, with 4 hours of waiting in between... enormously draining under any circumstances, but I still had my sore throat and runny nose to make things worse, and on top of that my nose started to bleed on the second flight. "Aiyah!"
I wasn't happy when the plane had to wait to find a parking spot or when my luggage took 20 minutes to apparate on the conveyor belt, no. Once we got outside the sunlight irritated my eyes so badly that I threw my jacket over my head. The hilarious thing was that it was like 9am in Sydney when I got there. At least when we got to Rome, dead tired, it was night and it welcomed us to get the sleep we needed.
Anyway, enough complaining! I would do it all over again to see the things I have seen on my trip. Interestingly, I didn't meet anyone interesting enough to exchange emails with during my journey, but I figure my new pomo pal in San Jose makes up for it.
I already miss the heady culture of the artistic connoisseurs that Europe can offer, but I don't miss the snobbery, pretentiousness, phallocentricism and eurocentricism that it comes hand in hand with.
I have much to look forward to in the coming weeks: Mardi Gras, a Kelly Clarkson concert, and even uni starting up again. (That course on China (Introduction to Chinese Civilisation) should be interesting. Not so crash hot about Australian Texts: International Contexts, but hey, I'm sure that doing an English lit subject this time will lead to more fulfillment in my studies. Now I only have to choose between Art or Anthropology. I don't really want to take the Art course but it would allow me to do whatever pitiful film courses USyd offers at upper level, so I should consider it...) I may even be able to go to the Matchbox Twenty concert, which is also in March, sometime.
So it's day 3 of Sydney and I woke up at 3am today... I usually go to bed at this time, but for now it will do. It's much better than sleeping through the entire day as I did when I first got back. I love my sleep - it matters a lot to me.
Last night I dreamt that I had a train to catch, but I couldn't reach the platform. I couldn't problem solve fast enough, travel that quickly, generally orient myself to the need to get onto the train. It was a white train station, but a bit dirty. The depression for the train to move in was jet black. There was an upstairs area with seats and possibly leafy plants going on, where I retreated. There was a lot more to it, but I don't really remember it.
Oh yes, it's coming back now... I was supposed to carry with me an extra dark green bag that I had acquired. It looked slouchy, and I dragged it along with some discomfort. It was made out of crude cloth. I didn't want to forget it, but I knew that I would, and I did. But I almost couldn't care about it. The green bag was in addition to my black bag, which was already a burden, but a manageable one. It had some things that I wanted to keep in it, mainly low-intensity novelty items, like sweets and art.
Anyway, in looking over my photos from the trip, I've decided that I've become a little hesitant to smile, pertaining to glowing. I tend to think about things that could possibly cause me to feel unpleasant even when I am at my happiest, and so refrain from getting *really* happy because I don't want to be brought back down; To be disappointed.
See, for instance, this pic:
I had just been exploring the thrid quirky Gaudi site for the day and was very much on a high... and yet I didn't trust myself fully to smile. Perhaps I was worried about how it might make my lips look (they look thinner when they're stretched out, I think)? At any rate, I need to get over it because I miss having a smile on my face... I've been depriving myself of this sensual, psychological, intellectual and spiritual action for far too long.
So when am I posting up my pics? In a couple of days, I hope - I'm uploading them to Facebook first!
Another thing I am looking forward to is writing more of my book... it seemed so difficult to work on because I wanted to work on so many levels at the same time, but now I think I've found a way to create an authoratitive narrative thread and let that lead the way into exploring all those fragments.
I've decided that I love myself more than ever - this is why I need to smile more and enjoy my life to an even greater extent.
I wasn't happy when the plane had to wait to find a parking spot or when my luggage took 20 minutes to apparate on the conveyor belt, no. Once we got outside the sunlight irritated my eyes so badly that I threw my jacket over my head. The hilarious thing was that it was like 9am in Sydney when I got there. At least when we got to Rome, dead tired, it was night and it welcomed us to get the sleep we needed.
I already miss the heady culture of the artistic connoisseurs that Europe can offer, but I don't miss the snobbery, pretentiousness, phallocentricism and eurocentricism that it comes hand in hand with.
I have much to look forward to in the coming weeks: Mardi Gras, a Kelly Clarkson concert, and even uni starting up again. (That course on China (Introduction to Chinese Civilisation) should be interesting. Not so crash hot about Australian Texts: International Contexts, but hey, I'm sure that doing an English lit subject this time will lead to more fulfillment in my studies. Now I only have to choose between Art or Anthropology. I don't really want to take the Art course but it would allow me to do whatever pitiful film courses USyd offers at upper level, so I should consider it...) I may even be able to go to the Matchbox Twenty concert, which is also in March, sometime.
Last night I dreamt that I had a train to catch, but I couldn't reach the platform. I couldn't problem solve fast enough, travel that quickly, generally orient myself to the need to get onto the train. It was a white train station, but a bit dirty. The depression for the train to move in was jet black. There was an upstairs area with seats and possibly leafy plants going on, where I retreated. There was a lot more to it, but I don't really remember it.
Oh yes, it's coming back now... I was supposed to carry with me an extra dark green bag that I had acquired. It looked slouchy, and I dragged it along with some discomfort. It was made out of crude cloth. I didn't want to forget it, but I knew that I would, and I did. But I almost couldn't care about it. The green bag was in addition to my black bag, which was already a burden, but a manageable one. It had some things that I wanted to keep in it, mainly low-intensity novelty items, like sweets and art.
Anyway, in looking over my photos from the trip, I've decided that I've become a little hesitant to smile, pertaining to glowing. I tend to think about things that could possibly cause me to feel unpleasant even when I am at my happiest, and so refrain from getting *really* happy because I don't want to be brought back down; To be disappointed.
See, for instance, this pic:
Taken at Park Guell in Barcelona
I had just been exploring the thrid quirky Gaudi site for the day and was very much on a high... and yet I didn't trust myself fully to smile. Perhaps I was worried about how it might make my lips look (they look thinner when they're stretched out, I think)? At any rate, I need to get over it because I miss having a smile on my face... I've been depriving myself of this sensual, psychological, intellectual and spiritual action for far too long.
So when am I posting up my pics? In a couple of days, I hope - I'm uploading them to Facebook first!
Another thing I am looking forward to is writing more of my book... it seemed so difficult to work on because I wanted to work on so many levels at the same time, but now I think I've found a way to create an authoratitive narrative thread and let that lead the way into exploring all those fragments.
I've decided that I love myself more than ever - this is why I need to smile more and enjoy my life to an even greater extent.
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Comment by Michaelie
Flick Wit
Looking forward to the pics
Michaelie
Comment by postmoderncritic
Postmodern Critic
Daily Inspirations
Relativity Watch
Padsoc
I'm sure I'll be perfectly alright again in two days... now if only my ears would unblock!
It's really weird waking up before sunrise, which I am continuing to do!
Pics will be up soon, maybe even possibly today...
Take care,
Epiphanie