Every now and then I get a reminder from Lee that I have a blog and I should use it. So today I came back and read my old posts, and I think I remember how I used to be - so shameless omg. But ay I think I was quite funny ha ha ha, and that's the only reason why I'm not deleting all my previous posts. You really never realize how full of shit you are until you see it for yourself in retrospect.
I heart you, Lee. You're like those pop-up task prompts I always had but never used.
But okay, I think I could blog again, even if it's just for the summer. I'd just be in the library everyday once term begins, which really puts me in awe myself when I sit down and think about it. If you'd remember, I was kind of the one who got straight F9s in secondary school and jc, and couldn't be promoted in sec3 but did anyway because there would have been too many retainees that year. At least, I think that was how I got to sec4 - like, through the failures of others.
So okay, this was summer in LA
This was Summer in VegasOh and yeah there's a great disparity in the number of pictures, but they kind of reflect the duration of our stay in each place. Will upload more when I get my hands on the ones in Belle and Alicia's cameras.|
MISS YOU!(yeah I know that isn't me but I was looking for a picture and I quite like this one with his cousin :D)
this morning i smashed the front of my dad's car into a wall.
five minutes into the lunar new year and i hated it already.
wow damn emo now.
been on the lookout for this particular new year confection on house visits, the same that i do every year since i discovered it. it is only on very rare occasions that i find it because noone really buys any, but i did this year and so am pleased. was just explaining to H that it's like picking someone up in a club. i don't know its name, will most likely never see it again, but i was really getting with it.
but messy as it is, it gets all over the place and i embarrass myself eating it. like i care for its name, seriously. i wouldn't want to see it again.
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edit] i accidentally published this in SMUrt anyway please check thesmurtorialist.blogspot.com out please kthxbye |
hi lee this is for you ha ha ha
i think i am suffering from exhaustion. have been keeping late nights since the start of this semester and am finally seeing the effects. it's been good though; my timetable's been very kind to me and my mental health.
am desperately in need of a haircut. but because i have idiosyncracies, i have to wait till the term breaks to get one - maybe even longer. i am shaggy and unkempt and if you could see me now (skype please) the words that'd come to mind are Old, English and Sheepdog. you know the feeling :(
like today, for some reason, i joined the car squeeze challenge. that atrocity that gets people to go around gathering yet more people to cram into a shitty little vehicle for some prize money (some have said it's for pride. truth be told, i don't see how being small and compressible is something to take pride in) but i guess if you ever were to find yourself on the floor of the driver's seat with your face pressed against someone's right buttcheek, this would have been as good a time as any.
and as if once was not enough, i did it twice more. although the first two left me visibly shaken, the third time really was a winner.
somehow for the first two i managed to find a decent enough spot to settle into (as good as it gets, friend) but since i have never been one to push and shove to ensure my own well-being, the last round found me wandering around the car trying to figure where i could fit in. found space at the very top of the heap of people and decided it was far too small to try for.
this is where i learnt that it actually doesn't take much to persuade me. all i need, really, is for someone to yell
Charlotte, GO FOR IT!
and enheartened, i revised my position re: small space fat ass, decided to be a hero and lunged forward into that crack - all in a single second (i move at frightening speeds; crushing everyone beneath me with my terrible weight in the process) this would have been a fitting end (ha ha) to a valiant story were it not for my getting stuck midway.
like i said. small space, fat ass.
so someone from the outside grabbed my ankles and shoved me in. unsurprisingly, my head popped out from the other end. someone else shoved my head back in and as the first someone folded my legs neatly into the car, i found myself in a froggy position with two heads at the soles of both my feet and my crotch on display for all the world to see.
i would say that my dignity is now completely gone, but considering how i always manage to do stupid things to embarrass myself in public, i cannot be sure i had any to begin with.
for the longest minute in my ordinary life, i was apologizing to the girl next to me for strangling her with my bountiful expanse of hair while screaming bloody murder in my mind at the two heads squirming at my soles (i am tremendously ticklish).
and so this is how my day has been plagued by hair. have been quite amenable to such nonsense of late. i don't usually come close to tolerating such abuse :(
and because no post is ever really complete without a picture:
from the performance on friday. |
have been meaning to post for the longest time, but having withheld updates since the start of the school year, i have fucknuts to say.
i suppose i could mention my sorry attempt at cutting back on profanities. for a while it actually happened, and i really was getting the hang of it. not so much complete abstinence as just catching myself before the syllables were articulated even as i mouthed them such that if you were listening raptly and paying any attention to my face, you would've thought that your ears for a very brief moment failed to catch a word. i don't suppose i have to say this explicitly, but the word, dear friends, was Fuck, and Fuck in its related forms.
anyway, am going through what i have now termed my Kickback Season because of all that suppressed cussing. i will try my hand at self-censorship again once Kickback Season is over - or once Lent rolls around, whichever is the earlier. i will sacrifice The Best Replacement Word I Have Ever Known in preparation for easter, yo.
really am not used to blogging anymore. but, disregarding the first post of the year, i will have you believe that i had the most fantastic start to 2008. there's nothing like hanging with my fab friends every day of the week.
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Brianna Dominique Lau 10:46 PM
i saw one post of the year haha! i think it's good
it is with fondness that i say omg bri ha ha ha shut up. |
shit, i'm fucking depressed. |
HA HA.photos from day out with lee. will very well stay home from now till term begins. my cards are having a bit of a moment of their own and it is quite embarrassing when you've exceeded the spending limit and have to pay part of the bill in cash. i really do not approve of such wayward expenditures but lately i've turned into someone i don't quite recognise.managed to catch the order of the phoenix on friday. if not to see for youself how quite extraordinary evanna lynch is, it probably isn't worth your while. honestly though, i was so taken by luna lovegood in the movie and how she seemed completely out of sync with her surroundings that immediately after, i came right back to read up on the actress who played her.bellatrix lestrange was a disappointment. i envisioned her to be CRAZYbeautiful, maybe something out of alexander mcqueen / john galliano's fall '07, but she turned out all crazy and no beautiful.
if i had my way, this would be bellatrix lestrange.and that's the thing about books-to-movies, they kind of dictate what you should imagine. although i must say, quidditch in my mind was never quite as spectacular as that we saw in sorcerer's stone. and luna had buckteeth.
transformers, on the other hand, was bloody good, wasn't it? for a while i even wanted a tshirt, then i snapped out of it. my only gripe was the way it ended: -one i'm gonna quote lee here because she said it so well: ...the last bit where the guy and girl were making out on his car was a bit warped. i mean, isn't that basically the same as making out on top of your friend? and|
two so obvious the way they prepared for the eventuality of a sequel. seeing as how it went down so well with the masses, it is almost dead certain the producers will decide to franchise and milk this cashcow's teats black and blue, and that can't be good, can it? see: pirates, xmen, matrix
still, transformers II would be something i'd look forward to <3 michael bay <3
high tea with lee at the rose veranda yesterday.|
am done with the book and am rather disgruntled with the way the story ended, i.e., the nineteen years later bit. imho, and the "h" for me doesn't represent "humble" as much as it does "honest", harry should have ended up with Unnamed Hot Bombshell because i always thought ginny weasley a creep, right from the beginning. when JKR introduced her into the story she was regarded a non-entity who, alongside colin creevey, was another one among harry's legions of fans, and i'm sure you'll agree that the movies did nothing for her image even though redheads are practically born to be hot. then there was that shady business with the diary and from then on she was just ron's weak and inept younger sister. that she and harry should hook up is much akin to groupie-idol relationships- it's just not fitting, not fitting at all.
what a bloody, bloody, tragedy.
v restless, need to get out.
15:17 - oh my god i think i am suppose to go for some school camp tmr.
19:05 - school camp is tmr and i haven't packed. also, may have unwittingly done something bad. i gave the maid a cupcake i made earlier in the afternoon but have only just realised it has grand marnier in it and she's muslim. hope she saved it for dessert.
20:37 - maid had not eaten cupcake; she is safe. came out from the loo to discover that i have 2 missed calls. called back but man on other line does not know who called me. it is goldman sachs. how should i know anyone in goldman sachs? man tells me to wait for another call.
20:55 - shawn is requesting to open the bottle of bailey's mint chocolate i bought at dfs. i say yes. to him i am kind and generous but secretly, i don't like mint and it was cheap.
21:04 - am going to sleep. will pack tmr. |
as it turns out, i actually do have a lot of pictures because it's taken a full 20 minutes and still counting to upload all of them. i thought i would upload them while unpacking - i can't just sit down and unpack; i have to occupy myself with some small thing and await sharp bursts of energy whereupon i move at frightening speeds but for stunted periods of time. unpacking is quite a task, y'know - but that's taking a while too so i then thought i'd blog while uploading while unpacking.
oh y'know what, i reckon i'll omit too much if i should update now, so Mac and i will go to sleep and finish this post tmr. i absolutely have got to go to kl, but what the heck.
cont'd]unsw campus- the long walk from the main entrance and the hangout places
visited the opera house on the second day. apart from reading those helpful little notices printed with information about the architecture, which incidentally can also be found in all forms of the media, there isn't really a point in visiting the SOH if you aren't going to watch a show. and we didn't, for the lack of time. so we just got some SOH merchandise and left. clockwise from top left: outside the SOH itself, the loo, from circular quay, the bridge and sea view.the harbour bridge from circular quay, the water and the hyatt, which at plan view looked like something out of Hotel, if you remember (i was master of that game and also, monopoly). the bridge climb is spectacular, or so i've heard, but you have to have lots of time on your hands as it involves changing out of your clothes and a whole lot of waiting for your turn. we'll do that next year, probably. but here is their wall of fame.
next- the blue mountains
i had no idea what the big deal about the 3 sisters (5th picture) was, but everyone else was in such awe that i took a shot anyway. they're just rocks with a fairytale, aren't they? we learnt that there used to be 7 sisters really long ago and there is a dreamtime story (aesop's fables for the aboriginal people) to that too but it is only for those who are initiated.
the last picture of mom and i is such a postcard picture it looks like it was taken with a green backdrop at a studio on beach road and photoshopped onto scenery. i assure you though, none of the pictures have been doctored with since i don't even have photoshop. although not for the lack of trying; there were two separate attempts at installing the programme but nick's diagnosis was some technical jargon i did not comprehend and interpreted it simply as: pok computer, no space.the kangaroos we saw were gray and there were no koalas in the area because according to the guide, the british went up into the mountains in the 70s and shot all of them for sport. not much of a challenge, considering koalas are relatively still a lot of the time. you had to get really close to the creatures 3 feet for a good shot or the pictures turn out fuzzy and be really quiet and surreptitious about it too because otherwise-damned chingchong girls.
but anyway, everyone was after a shot of the kangaroo with a joey in her pouch so we ran after them and away from the chattering chongs.
and if you're wondering what this looks like on a plate-
it tasted like old boots. the tour guide asked if any of us had had eaten kangaroo while on the way to the park and we were suddenly very silent. this was dinner the night before and we were quite alarmed by the prospect that kangaroos may be smarter than cows/lambs/chickens and can smell if you've eaten one of them and would steer clear of us. no such intelligence :D australia is probably the only country in the world which makes a meal out of both her national emblems.
anyway, this is a really cute picture because i'd never thought of it but joeys have to bend over too when their mothers feed, but they never quite do reach the food themselves.![]()
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while in chinatown, a really long queue for what appeared to be cream puffs became a topic for discussion.shopping on george street, paddy's market and chinatown. mom got a pair of booties i was thrilled to find but they were down to their last pair and they were in her size. i had to do some convincing before she bought it because she didn't think they were practical; and besides, the right one was looser than the left. she thought that it was some manufacturing glitch but that was just me: i tried to squeeze my huge man-feet in there. oh, how i covet my mom's shoes.
aussieland does have signs that are quite cute. here's another from scenic world.subsequent passers-by were joining the queue although they didn't know what they were queuing for and from snippets of conversation we overheard, they thought it best to line up before finding out, and this is from people of assorted races although more ostensibly from the whites. so really, this sort of behavior is either (i) human nature and not exclusive to singaporeans, ergo, not qualified as kiasuism or (ii) this is where the discussion ended and we joined the queue too because who really cares about (ii) when there are piping hot cream puffs for consumption in the middle of winter(!)
following that we tripped down to darling harbour and their spectacular aquarium which puts bloody sentosa to shame. i've never liked sentosa and damned if i'm signing up for a school camp that would put me there for an entire day.dad loves to play. he doesn't just pose, y'know. while walking past this effigy of Bruce he ducked to the side and pretended to be under attack.![]()
the last picture is of a turtle wedged under some toy. they do that to keep from drifting in their sleep. oh and i've got all these trivia about the animals and especially the kangaroos to tell so ask me damn it, ASK ME ! because i'll forget them all in a matter of days and if i tell someone then she can tell them to me later on. cheryl spent a long while in front of the coral reef trying to get a nice picture of the only clown fish in the tank but it kept dodging her lens. i got impatient waiting for her because it just seems to me that if you want a nice picture of a clown fish and you can't get one within the first 5 minutes, you should just find one on the internet and print it out. she kept trying anyway.
for a few days, it was furnishing and moving cheryl's stuff to her apartment. there were still some furniture missing and the ones there were later rearranged but this was how it looked like when we left that day.
and then it was to the fishmarket, indisputably my favourite place. it is where everyone goes to get the freshest seafood. no pictures though, from there as well as star city casino, because my camera's battery died and i don't have the ones from cheryl's camera.
so we're back after 8 days of great weather and fine food, one shy of our initial party of 4.
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