precious.

I have this photo of myself when I was little and really cute. haha. And if I need motivation to do something I'll look at the photo and think about not letting her down.

I want to see this movie.

Go Murray :D

Lineage

The Difference

Have you ever made somebody's day?

Well, you wouldn't really know unless they told you so. If the matter really concerned you so much, you'd be left pondering forever. Fortunately, there are other issues to be worrying about, such as those five splinters embedded in your left foot. Unfortunately, while that splinter is slowly eating away at your foot, you are immediately reminded of your petty worry. So, that gives you nothing to think about, slowly dying in this vicious cycle.

Why exactly are you worrying about this?

You seemed quite convinced that if you have made somebody's day, it would make your day too. Nobody really knows if it works that way. If we knew, there would be an indication that people are actually communicating with each other. That's always quite scary.

regatta

So this is how today went.
I woke up in the middle of an awesome dream and the moon was still out and it was really big and round and a scary yellow orange colour. So I got ready, got to Carum by 7am. Lilly took me and she has a dog called Cookie and he is the cutest thing ever.
It was freezing there. And our first race went horribly. (sorry Brig you won't understand a thing). We had an average start, but didn't get into the stride well and basically the rating was about 35 and we were rushing up the slide and not finishing off. Then within the first 250m we realised we were all absolutely exhausted for some reason so it was just awful from there. Except we weren't even far behind the other 2 crews, it was pretty even but we were just SO tired and couldn't row properly. We went by MLC crews on their way up and I thought that would give me energy but it didn't. And Gill was trying her best to get us to go harder and stronger but I just zoned her out and just focused on moving back and forth which is pretty bad. And I guess the same goes for the rest of my crew but I can't really speak for them.
So we lost that race by not much. And in our chat we said stuff we needed to work on like control up to the catch and keeping in time. We had drinks and food and basically tried to wake up properly.
Then we had our second race which was the B final. We got there early so we had to wait and get nervous, but we had a good feeling about it cause it couldn't go worse than the first one. When we started it was good and then when Gill called the stride it was heaps better than the first one, rating 32 and all finishing off. We won that race by heaps so I thought that was great.
Our coaches didn't seem as happy as us but I guess that's their job to tell us what else we need to work on.
So now we have started rowing season :) :) Went to the supermarket and stocked up on hand tape and up&go and powerade and trail bars :)
THATS ALLLLL

Continued Excuses..

I could actually write something, but Joy's slackability makes me do the same.

104%

So I did write a post and then my internet decided to shut itself down so it's all gone :(
Instead please enjoy this picture of Barney.
Geelong rowing camp was amazing by the way. Actually didn't want to leave at all.

sketchy.

I'm that kind of tired where you feel a bit sick and a bit dizzy and a lot tired.
Bigger post tomorrow :)

He's my favourite :)

Eff Aye Queues

Who...are you?

Didn't you read my first post? Shame on you.

That doesn't really tell me anything, I want to know what your favourite colour is.

If you feel that way inclined, you can comment below.

If you were an animal, what would you be?

I'd be a human, I'd like to see what that's like.

Will you come up with less boring posts?

Eventually. I'm still trying to get the hang of blogging. It's nifty, but tricky. And finicky. I like that word.

Now you're just being full of yourself, assuming that people want to know more about you..

Sorry, I ran out of blog ideas, this was really the last resort.

Since I know you like emails, I would like to send you one.

Really? I'm flattered. Send me one anytime. I'm glued to my laptop.

The Mishaps of Indifference

There. Is that better? I feel reassured that you went through the trouble to read the crap I have to say. Let's talk about something. Say, indifference. Wiktionary states that:

indifferent (comparative more indifferent, superlative most indifferent)

1. Not caring; apathetic.

He was indifferent to the proposal, since it didn't affect him, either way.

2. Mediocre, usually used negatively in modern usage.

The long distance and the indifferent roads made the journey impossible.

3. (mechanics) Being in the state of neutral equilibrium.

I tend to be feeling the second definition right now. It's horrible. I'd rather be really happy, or really sad. Sorry, I take back being really sad. If I was really sad, I'd be wanting to be feeling indifferent. I shouldn't really be writing, it's not healthy for other people to read. But it's gets today's post out of the way.

Ask Rory Marinich

How would you go about doing a thing which you have been putting off your whole life?

What’s there stopping you from doing it? Whatever it is, get rid of it and keep going.

If it’s apathy or laziness, tell yourself to do it anyway — then actually do it. If this is something that you’re worried about for other people’s sake, brace yourself for their disapproval and do it, and know that in most cases people are more accepting and more forgiving than you’re telling yourself. The ones that aren’t have got issues of their own, so sympathize for them and get out of their way.

I can’t be much help without knowing the sort of thing you’re asking about, but most of the time doing something is just a matter of finally doing it. Get rid of all the distractions. (This is a petty example: When I realized I was spending entire days in front of my laptop, I started unplugging it while I used it, so that every few hours it would turn off and I’d have to start doing other things.) If there’s something else preventing you from starting, deal with that, also.

I have to include a disclaimer that if by “doing a thing” you mean murdering family members, you might first ask yourself if this thing you’ve been putting off will hurt people or make the world a worse place. But hopefully this is a little less deep than that.

Song of the Seven Day Cycle

Alice (a friend), and I have been doing this since last year. We pick a song of the week for that week and share that with each other. It makes me half proud of my taste in music, it's nice to see how my taste evolves and fulfills my nagging OCD habits.

3/8/09 - Feeder - Buck Rodgers

10/8/09 - James Morrison - Fix The World Up For You

17/8/09 - Coldplay - The Hardest Part

24/8/09 - Miles Davis - Various Songs

31/8/09 - The Cinematic Orchestra - To Build A Home

7/9/09 - Coldplay - Yellow

14/9/09 - Carly Comando - Everyday

21/9/09 - Elemeno P - Big Band Nirvana

28/9/09 - Hellogoodbye - Here In Your Arms

5/10/09 - Franz Ferdinand - 40 ft

12/10/09 - Patrick Watson - Weight of the World

19/10/09 - Nine Inch Nails - 34 Ghosts IV

26/10/09 - Bonobo - Noctuary

2/11/09 - Patrick Watson - Giver

9/11/09 - Augustana - Boston

16/11/09 - RJD2 - Ghostwriter

23/11/09 - Gavin DeGraw - I Don't Wanna Be

30/11/09 - Rufus Wainwright - Hallelujah

7/12/09 - Goo Goo Dolls - Slide

14/12/09 - Massive Attack - Mezzanine

21/12/09 - The Tragically Hip - Flamenco

28/12/09 - Dick Dale - Misirlou

4/1/10 - The Beta Band - Dry The Rain

11/1/10 - Patrick Watson - Mr. Tom

18/1/10 - The Who - Baba O'Riley

Mystery Pun (Toy Included)

I'm taking the chance to post images... Since Joy's gone for five days.

It's just me me me for now. Ouch.

If you know the mystery pun, add a comment.

"What are your legs?" "Steel springs"

I'm shocked Brigitte. I would never ever chase you or shoot you or get angry at you for copying my blog post.

Well this is my last post for 5 days because I have rowing camp.
So maybe I should write like a... farewell thing?

I couldn't find a picture of it but when Jamie and Aurelia had to say goodbye that was quite sad :(

And again when Max left the island.


You know what I've always wondered?
How old you are in heaven.
Cause you can't get older in heaven cause then you end up dying again.
So say that you're frozen at whatever age. So someone's mum dies at 40. And the child grows up and dies at 80 so she's older than her mum? Which would be totally confusing..
And then babies will never grow up. And old people will be stuck being old and they would hate that I think.
So basically I don't think I believe in heaven. Reincarnation maybe
When I come back I want to be a bird

Rusty Blue Bikes and Hummers

EXT. SUBURBAN ROAD

Brigitte is racing down the road on her rusty, blue bike (which she has not used in years). She frantically pedals as fast as her lack of holiday exercise allows.

Brigitte (V.O.)

Ah, great. I thought that I was supposed to set up some form of exercise schedule.

Behind Brigitte is Joy, possessed by some sort of other force. She is in a Hummer, at full speed after Brigitte.

Joy

(in a mad muttering way)

Goddammit Brigitte! I ask you to write one lousy blog post and all you do is fucking copy me!

BRIGITTE

I had nothing left! I didn't know what to post!

Joy

That's no excuse. Now you shall pay.

Joy accelerates (even though she was at full speed before). The front of the Hummer nicks the back of Brigitte's bike, sending her flying off the bike, onto the road. Her arm is missing.

BRIGITTE

Oh my god! I can't feel my arm! Well, I can, but it's just pain! How am I supposed to play the violin?!

Joy

You sucked anyway.

Joy reveals a rifle, loads it and finishes Brigitte off with a crude blow to the head, sending bits of brain flying everywhere.

Joy

Argh. Now I have to find someone else to blog with.

Compare and Contrast

1. A cell phone.
2. A hair straightener.
3. Your own computer.
4. Your own car.
5. Chanel/Dior/Gucci sunglasses.
6. A designer purse.
7. A boyfriend/girlfriend
8. A curling iron.
9. Every Fall Out Boy CD.
10. Something from American Eagle.
11. Something from Hot Topic.
12. Something from Hollister.
13. Something from Abercrombie.
14. A pet.
15. Some type of trophy/award.
16. Full/Queen-size bed.
17. King-size bed/ or single bed
18. An iPod.
19. Something from a professional team.
20. More than $100.
21. Monster, Full Throttle, Amp, Red Bull, etc. in your fridge.
22. Something Green Day.
23. Xanga.
24. Myspace.
25. Makeup.
26. A desk in your room.
27. A hill in your backyard.
28. DDR.
29. A pair of skis.
30. An alarm clock.
31. A pair of ice skates.
32. Rollerblades.
33. A treadmill.
34. Your own phone line.
35. AIM.
36. Yahoo!
37. MSN.
38. ICQ.
39. AOL.
40. Perfume/cologne.
41. Bath lotion.
42. Necklaces and bracelets.
43. A journal/diary.
44. Yoghurt and peaches in your fridge.
45. X’s in your screen name.
46. A birthday in September.
47. A famous relative. (Jackie Chan? I'm only joking).
48. A relative in a different state/province.
49. A disowned relative.
50. A relative that lives in Florida.
51. Your own bathroom.
52. Your own band. (WE SO SHOULD)
53. Any rock band shirts.
54. A guitar.
55. A hammock.
56. A basketball hoop. (I play basketball with a netball hoop, it supposedly makes me aim better).
57. A soccer net.
58. A bike.
59. An electric scooter.
60. A minivan.
61. A V.C. Andrews book.
62. A friend that does drugs/alcohol/smokes.
63. A locker at school.
64. A baby.
65. Sparkly blue nail polish.
66. A “Vote for Pedro” shirt.
67. The movie “Mean Girls”.
68. A promise ring.
69. A pool table.
71. Trampoline.
72. Livejournal.
73. Flip flops. /thongs/jandals
74. Steve Madden shoes.
75. The Sims 3.
76. A ping pong table.
77. An air hockey table.
78. A basement.
79. Converses. - Most uncomfortable shoes on Earth.
80. Construction paper.
81. Markers, crayons, etc..
82. Coloring books.
83. A usable singing voice. (I sing even though it kills people).
84. GameCube.
85. Xbox.
86. Playstation.
87. PS2.
88. PSP.
89. Some type of disease. - Brigatitis. It kills people.
90. Rose Red movie.
91. VCR/DVD player.
92. A mum or dad.
93. An older brother.
94. An older sister.
95. A younger brother.
96. A younger sister.
97. A twin.
98. A sled.
99. A lake/pond/river/ocean near your house.
100. Friends who like you.

Bold what you own.

1. A cell phone.
2. A hair straightener.
3. Your own computer.
4. Your own car.
5. Chanel/Dior/Gucci sunglasses.
6. A designer purse. (fake)
7. A boyfriend/girlfriend
8. A curling iron.
9. Every Fall Out Boy CD.
10. Something from American Eagle.
11. Something from Hot Topic.
12. Something from Hollister.
13. Something from Abercrombie.
14. A pet.
15. Some type of trophy/award.
16. Full/Queen-size bed.
17. King-size bed/ or single bed
18. An iPod.
19. Something from a professional team.
20. More than $100.
21. Monster, Full Throttle, Amp, Red Bull, etc. in your fridge.
22. Something Green Day.
23. Xanga.
24. Myspace.
25. Makeup.
26. A desk in your room.
27. A hill in your backyard.
28. DDR.
29. A pair of skis.
30. An alarm clock.
31. A pair of ice skates.
32. Rollerblades.
33. A treadmill.
34. Your own phone line.
35. AIM.
36. Yahoo!
37. MSN.
38. ICQ.
39. AOL.
40. Perfume/cologne.
41. Bath lotion.
42. Necklaces and bracelets.
43. A journal/diary.
44. Yogurt and peaches in your fridge.
45. X’s in your screen name.
46. A birthday in September.
47. A famous relative.
48. A relative in a different state/province. (country but whatever)
49. A disowned relative.
50. A relative that lives in Florida.
51. Your own bathroom.
52. Your own band. (LETS MAKE A BAND BRIG)
53. Any rock band shirts.
54. A guitar.
55. A hammock.
56. A basketball hoop.
57. A soccer net.
58. A bike.
59. An electric scooter.
60. A minivan.
61. A V.C. Andrews book.
62. A friend that does drugs/alcohol/smokes.
63. A locker at school.
64. A baby.
65. Sparkly blue nail polish.
66. A “Vote for Pedro” shirt.
67. The movie “Mean Girls”.
68. A promise ring.
69. A pool table.
71. Trampoline.
72. Livejournal.
73. Flip flops. /thongs/jandals
74. Steve Madden shoes.
75. The Sims 3.
76. A ping pong table.
77. An air hockey table.
78. A basement.
79. Converses.
80. Construction paper.
81. Markers, crayons, etc..
82. Coloring books.
83. A nice singing voice.
84. GameCube.
85. Xbox.
86. Playstation.
87. PS2.
88. PSP.
89. Some type of disease.
90. Rose Red movie.
91. VCR/DVD player.
92. A mom or dad.
93. An older brother.
94. An older sister.
95. A younger brother.
96. A younger sister.
97. A twin.
98. A sled.
99. A lake/pond/river/ocean near your house.
100. Friends who like you.

the crab says moo

Absence Makes The Heart Grow Fonder

No, I'm not conquering a frontier,

Of what I'm writing, I am quite unclear.

Writing, has not always been my forte,

I am better off, with just poor wordplay.

Unfortunately, I attempt to write,

My words even make the rightful incite.

There is no flow, no plausible point to make,

I am writing for goodness writing's sake

I've been praised, scoffed at and merely ignored,

The ability to write, I implored.

Deep in my musings, this shit shall impair,

Inability to write, drowned in despair.

Plainly, in this black size ten arial font,

I am a dilettante.

Melting Cheese Slice Via Lamp

I might write something tomorrow if no one's cornea has

shriveled from reading my posts.

Tuesday Mourning

So if roses are red and violets are blue,

Why aren't roses rose
And violets violet?

In the city today a guy asked us to listen to his music and I bought his cd for $5. His band is called Foremost and they are alright I guess.

Brigitte please write something cause this isn't a photo blog again :

ASDFGAH

I'm sorry but..

How did this:

Turn into this?

I have to say he was quite amazing in Speed :D

Summer Is Trying To Be Subtle

When everybody loves you, you can never be lonely

I think this is one of the best songs ever written :)
Mr Jones by Counting Crows.


Sha la la la la la la
Oh
Uh, huh

I was down at the New Amsterdam
Starin' at this yellow-haired girl
Mr. Jones strikes up a conversation
With a black-haired flamenco dancer
You know, she dances while his father plays guitar
She's suddenly beautiful
We all want something beautiful
I wish I was beautiful
So come dance this silence down through the mornin'

Sha la la la la la la la
Yeah
Uh huh
Yeah

Cut up, Maria
Show me some of them Spanish dances
Pass me a bottle, Mr. Jones
Believe in me
Help me believe in anything
Cause I, I wanna be someone who believes
Yeah

Mr. Jones and me tell each other fairy tales
And we stare at the beautiful women
"She's looking at you. Ah, no, no, she's looking at me."
Smilin' in the bright lights
Comin' through in stereo
When everybody loves you, you can never be lonely

Well I will paint my picture
Paint myself in blue and red and black and grey
All of the beautiful colors are very, very meaningful
Yeah, well you know, grey is my favorite color
I felt so symbolic yesterday
If I knew Picasso I would buy myself a grey guitar and play

Mr. Jones and me look into the future
Yeah we stare at the beautiful women
"She's looking at you. Uh, I don't think so. She's looking at me."
Standing in the spotlight
I bought myself a grey guitar
When everybody loves me, I will never be lonely
I will never be lonely
Said I'm never gonna be, lonely

I want to be a lion
Everybody wants to pass as cats
We all want to be big big stars
Yeah, but we got different reasons for that
Believe in me 'cause I don't believe in anything
And I, I want to be someone to believe
To believe, to believe
Yeah

Mr. Jones and me stumbling through the barrio
Yeah we stare at the beautiful women
"She's perfect for you
Man, there's got to be somebody for me."
I want to be Bob Dylan
Mr. Jones wishes he was someone just a little more funky
When everybody loves you
Ah son, that's just about as funky as you can be

Mr. Jones and me staring at the video
When I look at the television
I want to see me staring right back at me
We all want to be big stars
But we don't know why and we don't know how
But when everybody loves me
I'm gonna be just about as happy as I can be
Mr. Jones and me, we're gonna be big stars..

Blame It On The Second Person

Midnight is drawing near, 11:11pm - think.

Frantically trying to think of something to write for your blog, you decide to write about yourself writing a blog. How stupid, no one will ever find the slightest amusement in this.

11:14pm - this 365 thing is going to fail on its third day. The problem is that recently, you've been addicted to watching House, starting from season one (first aired in 2004).

11:22pm - 'Argh', you exclaim as you forgot that you were writing this in the first place.

11:33pm - You then post this horrible thing. Shame on you.

running in volleys kills your shins.

I went on a downloading spree and I'm really happy :D

So today I went to an art gallery.........Gosh sorry about being horribly bloggy today. Hmmm lets see:


These are my life goals:
- Get married have kids etc. all the normal stuff.
- Learn to skateboard. Not on my own though someone has to teach me.
- Go zorbing (google if you don't know what that is).
- Cut my hair boy short before I get old and have to.
- Get good at guitar.
- Make a multi-layered cake.
- Be friends with one of my neighbours. And I mean really good friends like in TV shows.
- Go to Europe.
- Beat someone up. Which isn't really a goal but it would be fun don't you think?


That's all I can think of right now. How about yours? (haha thats so lame but if you're bored enough to leave a comment please do :)

Obligatory

Forcing myself to write a post is like eating too many lacative filled mints.

I'd write about my day, but that's just horribly bloggy. I'd write about Joy, but I don't really think you need to know that much about her (just kidding, I will do that soon).

HOW TO NAME A BLOG

1. It has to be long enough to look aesthetically pleasing. But not too short to be overlooked.

2. This name is important, as your name is important to you (unless you are a self-name-hater). Don't let someone else decide for you.

3. It's not permanent, but still permanent in a way that whiteboard marker is when it doesn't come off.

4. Memorability. Possibly clichéd. But it really has to be memorable. Not rhyming, because that's yucky. But nice enough to stick in your mind.

5. Joy, please rename our blog.

So I am watching Breakfast at Tiffany's right now and they are smoking really long cigarettes and all getting drunk.
(See Brig I can use proper grammar)

Ahh they smoke too much.

Well I told Brig I was going to write about her today, so here it goes:

Brigitte Chan likes taking photos and eating meat and playing basketball. Although I'm not sure if she still does basketball....
Her best friend is Anonymouse.
She gets t-shirts off threadless.com. And she has one which has a piece of meat on it, which is kinda creepy.
And she doesn't like when people put xoxoxox at the end of a message.
Oh and in year..6? We all made tiles that were New Zealand themed and she drew a kiwi with googly eyes. Actually she draws all animals with eyes like that. But anyway here is Brig's kiwi: Hmm so that is Brig in a nutshell. I could write more but maybe some other time............
:D

My Camera Eats Small Children

Hi, I'm Brigitte.

I currently reside in New Zealand and use the currency NZD.

My preferred room temperature is 18.9˚C. I have three fixations, photography, filmmaking and wasting time. My favourite food is pizza even though it really isn't.

Go figure.

I also like to point out faults in things, including grammar.

(If you decide to lurk this blog, please tell us. I myself am a lurker and I find lurking incredibly creepy.)

are you ready kids?

okay so this is my first post

hi brig if youre reading this. i hope you dont mind my bad grammar and such :) but you have to stay in this blog as long as i do... and ill stay as long as you do. so it doesnt happen like last time.

hmmmmm so i'm joy. maybe ill put down some stuff you should know about me.

1. my favourite flowers are daffodills. and my favourite smell is jasmine
2. i don't eat chicken or pork.
3. andddd today i learnt what a turtle dove is :D


oh and jack johnson is my favouritest singer/musician ever.