Monday, May 31, 2010

the box

i really want to see the box but i think it will be a bit scary

Hi, My Name Is Brigitte...

...And I bite my nails. *reluctant clapping from behind* I don't even know whether my nails can be considered nails as most of the dead/white part is non-existent most of the time. Most people think that it is a gross habit; and unfortunately, I can't help but somewhat agree with that.

I started the habit pretty young, biting everything off...till it really hurt, not bled - because blood is scary. I then kicked the habit for a year or two after my mother put that bitter stuff on my nails. I must admit though that I sometimes bit my nails and spat out the bitter stuff. A year or so later, it all started again and now it's kind of an on-and-off thing.

It's pretty hard trying to pin point a reason why I, let alone everyone else does this. From a bit of Googling, I found out that there are many theories behind it, from dependency developed from thumb-sucking as child (I never did that apparently, heh), to stress, boredom or even comfort. I suppose that's what all habits are based on, one of those three things.

I never seem to round off anything I say, so I'll just conclude that I think that I bite my nails for all of those three reasons, and maybe some others which you will never know about. And if you suffer from this horrible habit as well, maybe a small, minuscule amount of light has been shed upon the topic.

Sunday, May 30, 2010

spaceman says everybody look down


If you like a girl, don't take your eyes off her

Un-Fixing The Issue

My school elevators are silent, awkwardly silent even. The poor people who get injured at school and have to take the lift are stuck in dangerous amounts of silence with teachers. To add to this, they are even questioned to the nth time on how they became injured, etc. This worries me and I'm going to fix it.

Saturday, May 29, 2010

toy story

i have now completed an entire sheet of quotes
narrow margins, size 10.5 font
colour coded + character coded
in order of when they said it (chronological order?)

woo :D

Magritte

File:Magritte TheSonOfMan.jpg

File:Golconde.jpg

File:MagrittePipe.jpg

Friday, May 28, 2010

I Should Be Doing Art..

..All night and all day for the next two days. If you're my art teacher, and you happen to be reading this (god knows how you found this) - this is me, shouting out my devoted dedication to the entire world.

i should be studying

i find it funny how people are friends and their sisters are also friends

Thursday, May 27, 2010

Untitled (3)

What makes you remember?

dreaming

you know, if this was a post 365 rather than a blog 365, we would be over 2/3 done

i have a question and you probably won't understand, but it makes the post bigger :)
during meiosis the cell with 4 chromosomes turns into 4 cells with only 2 chromosomes. but why would there be a 4-chromosome-cell in the first place?

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

i eat myself for breakfast

ok heres the story

i will go to uni on the sponsored undergraduate scheme from the army, and study medicine. then when i graduate i'll join the army as a doctor when i'm about 23. i'll meet a soldier, fall in love, get married at 27. then i'll get pregnant and leave the army to be a housewife. my soldier husband will take a year off once the baby's born but then go back to work to support us. then i'm going to get bored with staying at home all the time so i'll get a part-time job at the same time looking after my baby. then eventually i'll be a physio with 3 kids and a soldier husband, and we will live somewhere really amazing.

Whoooooosh

I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by.

- Douglas Adams

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Reasons Why Anyone Should Read The News

1. It makes anyone feel fancy to go through their schmancy RSS feeds on their iPhone.

2. Flicking through the paper stops anybody from talking to you in a café, public domain, etc.

3. They are looking for their long lost brother from afar, I suppose that reading the news will give some sort of hope.

4. Your newspaper grey-(I coin this colour as my own)-stained hands make you appear intellectual, or you're just working in a fish & chip shop.

4. Dare I say...they...actually...want to keep, informed...?

time




brigitte darling,
since you are no longer on facebook and im never on msn, i cannot get in contact with you.
but if you were to do a photoshoot/photography project on 'time', what would you take a photo of?
thanks honey

Monday, May 24, 2010

2) Down The Drain?

My mission is accomplished for today. How did you do?

Okay. I think that project 2) is down the drain, as the title of this post indicated. I went into the library (clue number two) and went to check on it. Guess what? Yeah, it has disappeared. I have no idea what happened to it or whether it will turn up. I guess I'll check at the end of the week before I start crying.

tulips

My daughter goes to kindergarten, and there is a boy there who is blind.

She didn't understand what this meant, so I explained.

The next day when I picked her up, I found her sitting across from the boy with her eyes closed, describing what trees looked like. The boy was grinning from ear to ear. GMH.



I was at the mall the other day when I saw an old couple sitting together. The man looked over at the woman and said,

"Jane, we did it. We grew old together."

The look in her eyes GMH.

Sunday, May 23, 2010

i have a headache

i thought you should know

and brig, you know the movie the lake house? they live in different time zones but in the same house. we share a blog-house and live in different time zones
WOW

Tomorrow,

is Monday. I've decided that my top priority will be to make somebody's day. Perhaps, you could too.

Saturday, May 22, 2010

Where Were You Last Night?

To me...sharing a blog with somebody is like say, sharing an apartment. One of us will always get home before the other, if not at around the same time. Maybe one day, one of us won't be home till the next day, or may be absent for a couple more due to other commitments. Only one of us keeps the apartment tidy, and is generally in charge of the rent. We occupy the space in different types of ways and utitlise it to our liking.

Joy, sorry that I got home so late. I'll keep the noise down.

much to-do with hate

i could possibly be the biggest idiot alive, and you have no idea how annoying it is
but i'm not going to go on about that because this isn't one of 'those' blogs
and there are starving kids in Africa, why should we complain?

anyway, i need help with my finger because it could be hurt but i don't know how bad it is :(
and what if it's like ruined for life and i can't play guitar anymore?

Friday, May 21, 2010

...Waves

Don't you just love it when everything just comes in waves? Er. Like, small phases, with nothingness in between. It's horrible when you experience nothingness, but the small phases are, wonderful.


9:57pm is not a good blog writing time.

gives me hope

i am addicted to this website now... its not healthy
but the stories are just so sweet

2 years ago, he sat behind me in class.

18 months ago, I gave him his first kiss.

12 months ago, my leukemia came back.

Yesterday, he gave me his kidney.

We're still in high school. His LGMH.




Thursday, May 20, 2010

Starting Fresh, For The Xth Time.

Clean desk...temporarily renewed start.





how much are disposable cameras?

and that is an honest question which i'd like a response to :)


I would put up my whole essay but it's really long and you probably don't want to read it, so here's a bit:

Trent Parke was born and brought up in Newcastle, NSW, with two younger brothers. He was a sports photographer for 10 years and a photojournalist for The Australian newspaper before moving on to street photography and other personal work. He is married to photographer Narelle Autio and is the only Australian photographer represented by Magnum Photos.

An incident which changed his life and his view of the world happened when he was 12 years old and his mother died one night from an asthma attack. It was incredibly hard to deal with, as a young boy, and this caused Trent to start questioning everything around him. This is also the age he started photography, using the family laundry room as a darkroom and his mother’s camera. Trent had wiped out all his memories from before his mum died, as his way of coping, and he says that old photos help him to remember. Even now, his photos are like his memories.

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

i find this amusing

i haven't talked to anyone on msn for ages - i just go on when i need to delete emails

Lifted

Today, I had a considerable amount of weight lifted off my shoulders. Not that I killed anyone, it is less deep than that.

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

hi

im out of ideas today, and do you know how hard it is to type with 2 fingers taped together? even though they are the 2 most useless fingers (left hand pinky and ring finger) i guess they arent that useless on the keyboard. and on the guitar too.
and i'd show you some amazing photos of jack johnson but google chrome is annoying when it comes to putting photos up on this blog.
hehe i just typed blob.

ps. airplanes - b.o.b is always on the radio i realized. and i don't like it :)

okay, do i look like someone who would live in europe and be a paramedic or a surgeon?
or perhaps a writer of some sort
but it would have to be an english speaking country like ireland, then during holidays i could hop over to france
quite literally

The Theme Of The Year

Recently, my mind has been tortured by art. Not tortured, and not really by art. I exaggerate. (I also initially spelled exaggerate with two x's). Anyway, I have to find a 'theme' relating to landscape for art. I've done half of everything which I could have done to find that theme. A giant mind map has been produced, awkward discussions have taken place, numerous drawings drawn that I have labelled as 'distraction' and a lot of time wasted.

As I was saying to somebody today, I don't know why I put so much energy into art. I seem to put more of myself into the subject than anything else really. I've even...um, had to stop myself from going to the art classroom everyday. Dangerous stuff. If I spent more time than I did already, I must as well bring a sleeping bag and a food stock to the art block. Why don't I just make painfully shallow work with no meaning? But who am I to say that my work is deep and full of meaning..

On another note, project 2) has stepped up to level two. It's beginning to simmer. I'm excited, aren't you?

Monday, May 17, 2010

This is quite depressing

Winnie the Pooh - eating disorder

Piglet - generalized anxiety disorder

Eeyore - depression

Rabbit - OCD

Tigger - ADHD

Christopher Robin - schizophrenia

It Will Have To Suffice Pt. 2

I mentioned before that smiling was not considered to be a sufficient amount of acknowledgement.

Apparently it is.

Today, I was walking down a corridor. The eye contact started at around five metres. The smiling started at four and a half and sustained until no metres were left at all. Now, I think that it is better to say hi sometimes.

Sunday, May 16, 2010

To Exist

Stare into space. You are existing. Every action you make, every thought that comes to mind. Just think about how you are aware of your own existence.

I'm no psychology expert; or a writer, for that matter, but I thought it'd be nice if you had a little you-time.

PURPLE finger

are you awake?
"yes"
are you sure?

you could be lucid dreaming. that means a dream where you know you are dreaming and you have complete control of the dream. now here's how to tell if you are in a lucid dream.

1) replay the last few hours. can you remember what you did? where you were? how did you get where you are now? in a dream, you will find it near impossible to answer these questions.
2) try to read something. reading in a dream is very hard. so if you are reading this now, chances are you are awake.
3) try to fly. stand still and imagine yourself lifting off the ground. in a dream, flying is one of the easiest things to do.

Saturday, May 15, 2010

swollen finger

so i forgot to post yesterday

okay so i always do this thing right, i'll be on the computer and on the internet and stuff and i'll go "i need to to my homework now" so i shut off the computer cause it's bad for my eyes and i don't want to be on it for ages. but then i see that i have like one bit of homework that's not on the computer and i finish that in 5 minutes, but i don't want to go back on the computer to do the rest of my homework. then i go and watch tv.

isn't that annoying? but that's enough about me, how have you been?

A Guide On Selecting The Right Public Toilet Cubicle For You

This is the the first step, the quick browse - casual scanning of the general feel of the cubicle before inspecting further:

1. Is there a sufficient amount of toilet paper?
2. Is the toilet seat free of any sort of unknown specimen?
3. Is the floor free of anything you'd not want to step on in this life?

If you have replied yes to all three, take one step into the cubicle and inspect further:

4. Is there anything in the vicinity of the toilet, now that you've stepped in, which you'd not want to step on in this life?
5. Is the water in the toilet, clear? If it's blue, a-okay...it's just filled with dangerous chemicals.
6. Do all the buttons on the flush appear to be intact?

If you have replied yes to all three, go in the cubicle and do your business. But alas! Other problems may arise:

(7. Is the lock actually working? Nobody wants to hold the door while they go to the bathroom, it's horribly inconvenient.)
(8. If you have a bag, is the hook existing/capable of holding your bag? Nobody wants to watch their bag dangle precariously while they go to the bathroom.)

And there you have it, hopefully this will enable you to make your natural bathroom habits in the public domain more enjoyable, if not more profound.

Friday, May 14, 2010

Rhymer.com

I figure that you can have a purpose without a reason. (They're actually synonyms which renders this pointless).

Thursday, May 13, 2010

Healthy Intervention

Should I try to side-stare, to ignore?
It is your smile I do adore,
Your smile of which I do adore.

remind me

if all goes well i could have a job at maccas :D

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

big brown bag

Had another weird dream last night

me and izzi were at a music festival, then we had to go to maths but we had a room change to level 6. so we went to an elevator and ended up in a garden with 2 indian women and they were really nice. but then we thought we should probably go to maths. so we went back to the elevator and went up to level 11 then back down to level 6. and izzi said "i feel really bad because we should have walked up the steps. everyone will think we are lazy". and then we were walking on this like bridge thing like the one between the science building and the library. and maddie korn you come running past us naked but you were like obese and we are like "maddie where are you going" and you say "im going to maths! we are going to be late!" and we were both like why isnt she wearing any clothes? but by then she had gone. then me and izzi end up in mr truffits class room and he is there but he is obese and naked, and another teacher (my old english teacher) was there and obese and naked next to him. and in the class the desks were all seperate and there was our class, and random fat naked people sitting on them
THATS IT

Awkward Intervention

If I were to stare at you,
Would you look back at me too?
I say I'm staring into space,
Which coincides, with your face.

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

The Theory Is That:

The more you think about something which you don't want to happen (but secretly wish to happen), the more often it will occur.

Seventeen

omg, i found my year 8 diary :| (that's year 9 in nz time)
it's pretty short though, 4th august - 15 september. but it's so weird hahahah. i wrote a few poems for some reason. and i pretty much just talked about school.
okay this could be embarrasing but i was young okay
"After school ___ and ____ had a lighter and deo. It was scary"
"____ is a fucking cunt. I hate him"
"I just had a sneezing fit"
"Great pickup line: Humpty Dumpty fell off the wall because he saw you. I can't tell if that's a compliment or insult though"
"Dean Geyer - OMG HOW CAN SOMEONE BE SO HOT IT IS IMPOSSIBLE" <--- LOL okay i went through a thing okay :S he has the same birthday as me!
"Lunch was great. I sat with................I think we should keep sitting with them. Except ___"

:S
so that's what I was like 2 years ago. except some stuff which i won't write on here :P

OH and i had this amazing weird dream last night:
I was pregnant with my guitar teacher's baby. And I was talking to my friend and this girl at my school, I was saying how I think I'm not pregnant anymore because I'm not showing and it's been ages already. And the girl says here let me see, and puts her hand on my stomach. "No you are definitely pregnant". So I put my hand on my stomach and I can feel the shape of a body and legs, and then i felt the heart beat.
Then I thought I should see a doctor and get an ultrasound in case my baby is disabled (cause we were talking about disabled babies in class yesterday).
Then I was at school and my guitar teacher was coming through these glass doors talking to this old lady teacher. I had this note which I had written in purple pen stuff like doctor, ultrasound and things I wanted to do about the pregnancy. And I went up to him and I was like "hey I need to talk to you" and I gave him the note and then I was about to start talking but he was like "no Joy not here" because the other teacher was right next to him.

Monday, May 10, 2010

Stereolab

La
La lune est libre je crois,
qui rayonne au-dessus,
rayonne au-d'sus des toits.
La lune est libre,
bien plus libre qu'on ne le croit,
elle fluctue de et l,
les parties qu'on ne voit pas,
c'est pas grave a reviendra
et quand elle est plonge
dans la froide obscurit,
donne l'impression qu'elle se noie,
bien vite reprend pied,
avec ses apparences instables
y en a qu'elle fait douter
bien plus fidle qu'on ne le croit,
La lune est libre.

Rceptive et absorbante
de la lumire qu'elle renvoie,
Elle rayonne au-dessus des toits
et fluctue de et l.
Changeante, fascinante,
parfois mme blouissante.
C'est ainsi qu'on l'aperoit
Disque parfait, disque lumineux
ne vous rappelle-t-elle pas l'hostie/le style ?
de ceux qui lvent la tte
dans l'espoir de s'lever un peu.
Transitoire, unique, symbolique
de quelques visions imaginaires,
Elle en impressionne plus d'un
qui prennent peur et dlirent.

Winnie-the-Pooh

"Here is Edward Bear coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he feels that there really is another way, if only he could stop bumping for a moment and think of it."
A A Milne

here's another quote:
"Don't die with the music in you"

Sunday, May 9, 2010

4 Minute Warning

I took a trip down one of my many memory lanes - it's weird how I took these two to three years ago. Then, I wonder what kind of photos I will be taking in two to three years' time.



i need to cut my nails

So I tried to be open minded and listen to 'Aeroplanes' today. It's not on YouTube. Soooo I guess I'll have to stick with not liking it :D

why hello there :)

Saturday, May 8, 2010

Better Than Fine

Today was good, just saying.

just tell me

i just found this funny





okay so what's the deal with everyone wanting wishes? if you want something why don't you do something about it?
once i was in the car at 11.11 and i wished to get to the tram stop on time and i did, then yesterday morning 11.11 i wished to get better by tonight (which is now) and i'm better but not completely unsick.
anyway i don't like that song aeroplanes even though i haven't heard it all. i don't even like the lyrics especially that 'i could really use a wish right now'. ughhhhh

Friday, May 7, 2010

My Dog Is A Transformer

Funny how the most peculiar of things happen overnight.

Factory Fault?

ceylon sapphire





yes i am looking for engagement rings :)

Thursday, May 6, 2010

4 mins battery and im posting quick

im sick and wearing thermals and im all warm :)

She Found Me

After two weeks and three days of hiding, I have finally been found. About a minute of conversation containing the pastandthepresent followed before I had to run away.

That's all for today.

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Scatteredishness

Hi, I'm back again - that is, if you noticed that I went in the first place. I was going through a bit of an odd patch and decided to write amounts of nothingless on my blog for three days. Sorry about that if that left you a bit...-insert how you felt here-. I promise not to do that again, that is - if you don't like it.

If you'd like to know, I haven't thought about project 2) for a few days. I last checked in on Friday, contemplated checking it on Monday - but ended up not doing so. My personal forecast tells me that I will probably regularly check on it on Fridays from now on. It's weird when you suddenly realise that you have not thought about something for a few days. Not even fleetingly.

Is there a certain sense by which you remember things best? Today, I figured out that my best remembered sense would probably be smell. On a sub-concious level. Consciously, it would be visual/sight. My auditory memory is worse than yours, and yours too. Anything said during the day will turn into a mass of jumbled up mush by the end.

Am I rambling? Sorry.

heroine

Je m’appelle Jo-Wilfried Tsonga. Quand j’étais petite, J’habitais à Le Mans, France. J’ai commencé à jouer au tennis quand j’avais sept ans. Je jouais le tennis avec Gaël Monfils. Mon père était un joueur de handball. J’ai un frère, Enzo, et une sœur, Sasha.


This is all I can find and it's not enough :(

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

americano

I'm going to write a will just in case I die soon :)
So since you're reading it you can be in charge of making sure this happens
Kidding, I don't really care :)

Eliza can have my guitar if she wants it - it would be pretty weird having a dead person's guitar
Whoever fits my ice skates can have them

Those are the only expensive things I own. haha

Whoever wants my uniform can have that - please please please don't sell it to school though they make enough money already and it's such a rip off
My clothes and shoes and all that can go to an op shop..unless anyone wants them

Only good photos of me are allowed on the paper if I'm stabbed or murdered or something

Whatever money that was actually mine not my parents (this is me hoping I'll get a job) can go to charity - I'm thinking world vision or cancer council

iPod, phone etc. ummm I guess do anything with that - with my phone how about someone keep it and text people to freak them out :)

I don't care if I'm buried or not but hmmm. If I'm cremated chuck the ashes somewhere otherwise it's creepy. Maybe in the Yarra cause there's heaps of dead stuff in there anyway :)



Wow I feel so bossy :D

The Actual Meaning Of Haste

A box of paperclips once spilled onto the floor. They were the large, oversized office-silver ones which could hold absurd amounts of paper together. Hastily, I bent down to pick them up, one by one. It was not long before I realised that I could have just dragged my hand along the ground into a pile to pick the lot up. So I put the box back onto my desk, and knocked it off again. The paperclips spilled once again onto the floor.

Monday, May 3, 2010

octopus's garden

just some thinking i was doing the other day...

so choose the one thing you want most and the one thing you want least
and then think if one of these happened - say the thing you want least happened. then the thing you want most would probably be to get rid of whatever that thing is.
and if the thing you want most right now happened to you, then the thing you want least might be for that thing to go away. it isn't for me :P but it might be for you
so what you want changes.
that's what i figured out :)


alsooooo i want to ask: if you were walking your dog and another dog comes up with no collar and nobody around that owns it, what would you do?
it was a black lab that wasn't that scary and it followed me for a bit and then ran away.
i couldn't really do anything but should i have taken it home or something? :S

The Meaning Of Truth

I used to walk to the same british racing green cedar tree everyday, at 12 o'clock in the afternoon. As bad as my day, or week was, it was inevitable that I would visit this certain tree. One day, the tree asked me a question. "Why don't I have leaves?". This stumped me for a moment, then I replied, "You do, just that they are not like the other kinds of leaves." The tree left it at that.

Sunday, May 2, 2010

How To Lose The Meaning Of Beauty

I once owned a vase. It was a shapely, smooth pearl white and I couldn't have imagined it any other way. I brought it out for a day and carried it around with me. I received praise from many people about how beautiful it looked. As the day went on, the praise seemed to keep rolling in. My thank you's turned into thanks...then into small grunts of acknowledgement. I gave the vase away, it just didn't seem beautiful anymore.

roller skiing

ok so there was this footy match just on and i thought i tipped fremantle so i was like YAY they won and turns out i tipped west coast :(
but thats okay im getting better at this

Saturday, May 1, 2010

Moi Aussi

I just watched Julie and Julia, which, funnily enough - is essentially about a blog 365. I felt spiritually connected. Although, I don't think that I will ever get completely obsessed and self-absorbed about the whole thing. I think.

Hm, maybe it's a slightly healthier connection. Instead of making your life revolve around your blog, let it revolve around your life. As a daily part of it, like brushing your teeth (assuming that you do..). And by the time it's day threehundredandsixtyfive, you wouldn't really have noticed. You just get hit by that really hard, realisation that a whole year has gone by.

On another note, I'm going through an isolation thing. That sounded better in my head. I'll reply to emails in a spontaneous manner in a few insert amount of times time.

Brigitte, out.

romeo and juliet


did my photography project today

i think this one looks like adam and eve

i like this leaf

this one's cute :)

juggling beer bottles

it's a nice fence

which one is the best?