I have managed to scab some of the neighbour's wireless internet, so now I'm blogging away! from Bateman's Bay! (That rhymes ^^). And as the name suggests, the town is a friendly country-coastal fishing town, where literally everyone knows each other, and everyone greets you as you walk past (seriously, you will not believe the number of G'days I have received today).
I love this place. It's like a second home to me, and I haven't felt so happy in months. There's something about coastal towns that brings the best out of me. I've been on a constant high for the last 2 days.
But first thing's first. My little cousin, Anna, seems to get cuter and cuter each time I see her. I remember about 3 years ago when she was still a fragile little alien-like thing. I remembered thinking 'Ew this is one damn ugly baby. Lets hope she gets cuter some day', and so she has.
Me: Doctor doctor Anna! I think I have an incurable disease!
Her: SIT! STAY STILL!
*she takes out her little stethoscope and starts jabbing it at me*
Me: Doctor! What can possibly be wrong with me?!
Her: SHUSH! I AM TRYING TO LISTEN!
She's also developed quite a talent for pulling faces at the camera. We played 'Lets Make Faces for the Camera' for ages, and she always seems to have a new face to pull off.
Anna's grown to love many things, and insists that the rest of us love them to. Such things include Dora the Explorer and Hi5 (she has all their DVDs and insists we watch them over and over again, and to sing along to their songs).
I have always suspected my sister of being a giant camwhore and a TB, but I never knew that she was so greatly infected. However, after spending 5 hours in the backseat with her and her camera, I am deeply shocked. Who knew one could take such pleasure from taking pictures of oneself?!
I knew that she would upload most of these pictures of herself onto Bebo (she does so religiously. She has like 10 albums on her Bebo, all filled with pictures of herself), so I made it my task to stick my head in and wreck as many of her photos as possible.
Speaking of taking photos, I've been aching to get back into photography, and this holiday has been the perfect opportunity to do so. Today, my sister and cousins wanted to go to the beach to fly kites, and since I was getting too old to go around wrestling a piece of string, I decided to seize this opportunity to take photos.
I suddenly have this crazy obssession with taking photos of birds. I spent a lot of my time stalking birds with my camera, hoping that they wouldn't fly away.
I also insisted that my dad take me to the beach where I took photos for this art competition in Year 8 (the beach was gorgeous, and I really wanted to go back and have a lookie again ^^). The beach has these stunning piers and rock structures.
My dad was taking pictures of me taking pictures of everything:
Yes, that's me removing the sand from my stockings and flats in that last picture. I should not have worn flats to the beach. I wasn't intending on getting my feet wet, but the sand was so squishy and loose that my feet kept sinking in. Yes, don't wear flats to the beach.