I have to keep this quick - my 10 free mins is almost up and there's a Britsh guy waiting to use the computer...
ok ok so since last blog I have:
- gone to Universal Studios (see Facebook pics)
- walked down Melrose Ave - by far the best place in my opinion for funky shopping... if only i had money to freely splurge...
- walked from Santa Monica to Venice Beach - they're not so crazy there... rather, everyone everywhere in LA is a bit crazy
... oh oh Brit guy is only charging iPod. glory
so Universal Studios was great. i took the sunscreen this time and didn't get any MORE burnt - hurrah! the Mummy Ride was brief but really good - if i scream on a rollercoaster it's good. I got drenched on Jurassic Park despite my el-cheepo poncho. The Animal Actors show was too cute - probably the most talented actors in Hollywood right there. My sushi was yummy - and perhaps the only thing not deep fried that was available (sigh). The House of Horrors was by FAR the best haunted house I've been in - they employ actors to dress up as Chuckie, Frankenstien, ghosts, everything and i was lucky last in the queue so everyone ran after me. apparently i have an amazing scream - i had to hold onto the mother and daughter in front of me at one stage - apparently it was my scream that was scaring her kid the most... the Simpsons ride was, sadly, average, but it was fully visual - just a surround screen and a seat that moved; made me feel so sick though. the New Creature from the Black Lagoon was the new show they had running - rather, a musical. Belle, if you are reading this, I reckon you would have loved it... i'll have to re-caption some of the photos to try and explain... And Treminator2:3D was, sorry Ian, crapola. But they love the Govenator so hey.
Today Melrose, Venice, Santa Monica:
Melrose Ave is amazing. I want to come back here to spend all my hard-earnt money some day.. soon! You've probably heard of Ed Hardy, Victoria's Secret, American Apparel and Planet Funk. What about English Laundry, American Vintage, Wastage,... eugh so manyh i can't even remember! plus, i got a free bus rise there - americans are so lovely.
then i headed up to Santa Monica (found a RadioShack on the way so now i can charge things with Sam's borrowed Universal Adapter, which has a European end ?!) and walked down to Venice Beach past Hotel California (aka McDonalds Pharmacy). Then back up to 3rd St Promenade for dinner - i spolit myself cause i haven't been eating too too well (healthy, but stingy) with Seafood Ravioli and Mushroom Sauce. Also had my first Budweiser... it's ok. TED is better.
And tomorrow i head to Cleveland. You probably won't hear from me till i get to NYC.
xoxo...
(kidding Gossip Girl fans)
xx bri
p.s. feel free to message me on facebook - i check that the most)
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Happy 4th July and LALALAND
Hello!
After arriving in the wee hours (6.30am) of Independence Day I have to say, landing in LA felt completely normal. I got to the hotel by 8.30 and passed out for a few hours. AS such, now no jet lag! (sorry, Dad, but I'm glad we're not alike in that)
Yesterday, the 4th July holidays, I wandered through Downtown. Not much was open but I managed to get me some Clinique at Macy's and groceries at Rite Aid, which is very similar to Priceline. I then headed back to the hotel for an hour before catching the Metro rail and bus out to Santa Monica for the celebrations. Transport here is pretty easy but I felt like I was the only white female in LA - the population is 60% spanish and most people don't speak Engliush as their first language. Downtown itself is made up of pretty much every nationality you can think of.
Santa Monica is beautiful, esp at night - the pier was all lit up and the beach had a candle-lit memorial. Catching the bus back took about 2hrs though!
Today I had my tour of LA - ended up being a private tour, which was good but meant that there weren't other people to bounce off and look sickeningly touristy with. (i'll upload photos when i can get on the computer for more than 10mins) Westwood and Hollywood are the happening places. Beverly Hills and Bel Air are clearly the places to live - pity about the price tags. Went to Highland & Hollywood Shopping Centre when on Hollywood Bld and Manns Chinese Theatre - they have some trendy shops, designer places, oh and Hot Topic! (it's a lot like Fat but with more music and heaps of Twilight an dHarry Potter stuff). Definately heading back to Melrose Ave for shopping - Ed Hardy, American Apparel and the trendy one-of-a-kind stores (reminds me of Greville St). I think I'll head back to 3rd st promenade in Santa Monica too.
Tomorrow is Universal Studios, then Tuesday I'll buy a day Metro pass and wander around.
I love LA, but I'm not convinced I could live here - unless I become very rich and preferably famous :P
I miss you all. Oh, and I';m already sunburnt!
More soon
xx bri
After arriving in the wee hours (6.30am) of Independence Day I have to say, landing in LA felt completely normal. I got to the hotel by 8.30 and passed out for a few hours. AS such, now no jet lag! (sorry, Dad, but I'm glad we're not alike in that)
Yesterday, the 4th July holidays, I wandered through Downtown. Not much was open but I managed to get me some Clinique at Macy's and groceries at Rite Aid, which is very similar to Priceline. I then headed back to the hotel for an hour before catching the Metro rail and bus out to Santa Monica for the celebrations. Transport here is pretty easy but I felt like I was the only white female in LA - the population is 60% spanish and most people don't speak Engliush as their first language. Downtown itself is made up of pretty much every nationality you can think of.
Santa Monica is beautiful, esp at night - the pier was all lit up and the beach had a candle-lit memorial. Catching the bus back took about 2hrs though!
Today I had my tour of LA - ended up being a private tour, which was good but meant that there weren't other people to bounce off and look sickeningly touristy with. (i'll upload photos when i can get on the computer for more than 10mins) Westwood and Hollywood are the happening places. Beverly Hills and Bel Air are clearly the places to live - pity about the price tags. Went to Highland & Hollywood Shopping Centre when on Hollywood Bld and Manns Chinese Theatre - they have some trendy shops, designer places, oh and Hot Topic! (it's a lot like Fat but with more music and heaps of Twilight an dHarry Potter stuff). Definately heading back to Melrose Ave for shopping - Ed Hardy, American Apparel and the trendy one-of-a-kind stores (reminds me of Greville St). I think I'll head back to 3rd st promenade in Santa Monica too.
Tomorrow is Universal Studios, then Tuesday I'll buy a day Metro pass and wander around.
I love LA, but I'm not convinced I could live here - unless I become very rich and preferably famous :P
I miss you all. Oh, and I';m already sunburnt!
More soon
xx bri
Friday, July 3, 2009
Come Fly With Me
Profound thought for today... well, i guess it was yesterday now (I pulled an all-nighter rather than get a couple hours sleep, when i doubt i would have been able to sleep anyway):
There are (undoubtably) more Gamers in their mid-20s (or older) than amateur singers. I should give more credit to my brother.
This isn't the direction I originally saw this going but, Ian, this blog goes out to you.
I'm heading to America today. It'll be my first time overseas, or really anywhere, by myself. How many times has my brother done that?
This is the first blog I've written in maybe 4/5 months. I was reading over my last blog yesterday and I realised that, yes, I still believe what I wrote, but I think I am in a better place now where I can grasp more the ups and downs. What I now know about myself is, I am not a risk-taker. I like the familiar. I like what I know, even if it isn't preferable. I get into habits easily, both good and bad. And I have a fear of rejection (apparently). I said it once before here and I think it still applies: I have a fear of the unknown, which can manifest in various forms (doesn't everyone?!). So, I guess I do have a fear of rejection, but (thankfully) I deal with rejections very well. Ian, Ian doesn't seem to have my fears...
He's bold - I'm a coward.
He takes risks (however stupid they may seem to me) - I do not.
He believes in himself - I do not.
Ian, right here right now I want to say this: I believe in you. (You will make a great gamer, once you score your dream job!)
And so, in 4.5hours my plane will be leaving the tar matt and then soaring over the Pacific Ocean - I'll effectively be leaving Australia behind for 4 weeks. The question is, can I also leave those fears and insecurities and disbeliefs behind as well? Maybe I can. But when I return in August will they infest me again or, like a virus, will they die without me to sustain them? And, is that what I want, or are they just a part of who I am - of what makes Bri, Bri? Do I want to, CAN I leave them behind, now or ever? I guess only time will tell...
There are (undoubtably) more Gamers in their mid-20s (or older) than amateur singers. I should give more credit to my brother.
This isn't the direction I originally saw this going but, Ian, this blog goes out to you.
I'm heading to America today. It'll be my first time overseas, or really anywhere, by myself. How many times has my brother done that?
This is the first blog I've written in maybe 4/5 months. I was reading over my last blog yesterday and I realised that, yes, I still believe what I wrote, but I think I am in a better place now where I can grasp more the ups and downs. What I now know about myself is, I am not a risk-taker. I like the familiar. I like what I know, even if it isn't preferable. I get into habits easily, both good and bad. And I have a fear of rejection (apparently). I said it once before here and I think it still applies: I have a fear of the unknown, which can manifest in various forms (doesn't everyone?!). So, I guess I do have a fear of rejection, but (thankfully) I deal with rejections very well. Ian, Ian doesn't seem to have my fears...
He's bold - I'm a coward.
He takes risks (however stupid they may seem to me) - I do not.
He believes in himself - I do not.
Ian, right here right now I want to say this: I believe in you. (You will make a great gamer, once you score your dream job!)
And so, in 4.5hours my plane will be leaving the tar matt and then soaring over the Pacific Ocean - I'll effectively be leaving Australia behind for 4 weeks. The question is, can I also leave those fears and insecurities and disbeliefs behind as well? Maybe I can. But when I return in August will they infest me again or, like a virus, will they die without me to sustain them? And, is that what I want, or are they just a part of who I am - of what makes Bri, Bri? Do I want to, CAN I leave them behind, now or ever? I guess only time will tell...
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Fantastical
Sitting here with all my troubled thoughts
Thinking of a future with you in it
I had to force my mind of it
It all seems like a book or dream or movie
But I can't see the story
Just a blank screen staring back into my eyes
How could
I believe that I was meant for something more
Than simply breathing through my mouth
It all comes down
To faith and hope in something more
Than this world can offer now
It can offer me
The promise of a future
Of being more than human
It can offer us
The clarity I needed
That's all I wanted all along
Original Lyrics by bricrane 2009
Thinking of a future with you in it
I had to force my mind of it
It all seems like a book or dream or movie
But I can't see the story
Just a blank screen staring back into my eyes
How could
I believe that I was meant for something more
Than simply breathing through my mouth
It all comes down
To faith and hope in something more
Than this world can offer now
It can offer me
The promise of a future
Of being more than human
It can offer us
The clarity I needed
That's all I wanted all along
Original Lyrics by bricrane 2009
Choosing (Between What Is Good And What Is Easy)
What is the difference
Between what is good and what is easy?
How can you decipher the code
of right and wrong, of yes and no?
It used to be so simple
Follow the rules of basic attraction
Girl likes boy, boy likes girl
Smile politely in his direction
And hope he notices
The flush in your cheeks when he looks in your eyes
But still you ask the question -
Does he like me or not and, if so, then why?
Original Lyrics by bricrane 2009
Between what is good and what is easy?
How can you decipher the code
of right and wrong, of yes and no?
It used to be so simple
Follow the rules of basic attraction
Girl likes boy, boy likes girl
Smile politely in his direction
And hope he notices
The flush in your cheeks when he looks in your eyes
But still you ask the question -
Does he like me or not and, if so, then why?
Original Lyrics by bricrane 2009
The End
The spider crawls back to it's cobweb
The mother cries over the death bed
The father reaches out to hold her
Face of an angel, hair so golden
Is it really as it seems?
A world of grey - that's all death brings?
The rain is falling gently earthbound
Much like the lives of all those around
Is it really as it seems?
A world of grey - that's all death brings?
Can we really have a future?
Death's not the end - just hold on to her
You knew it all along
His hand is firmly on her
She is moving on
To places so much better
You knew it along
His plans are so much bigger
Yes, she is moving on
To a place that's so much better
Is this really as it seems?
A world of grey - that's all death brings?
Can we really have a future?
Death's not the end - just hold on to her
The spider crawls back to it's cobweb
Original Lyrics by bricrane 2009
The mother cries over the death bed
The father reaches out to hold her
Face of an angel, hair so golden
Is it really as it seems?
A world of grey - that's all death brings?
The rain is falling gently earthbound
Much like the lives of all those around
Is it really as it seems?
A world of grey - that's all death brings?
Can we really have a future?
Death's not the end - just hold on to her
You knew it all along
His hand is firmly on her
She is moving on
To places so much better
You knew it along
His plans are so much bigger
Yes, she is moving on
To a place that's so much better
Is this really as it seems?
A world of grey - that's all death brings?
Can we really have a future?
Death's not the end - just hold on to her
The spider crawls back to it's cobweb
Original Lyrics by bricrane 2009
thinking can be dangerous
I've been thinking about writing this blog over the last few days... and now that I am actually writing it, I'm finding it much harder to think of the words to write. Let me explain.
A lot of changes are occuring in my life. Some that I have control of, some that I do not (although, one could possibly argue that I don't acutally have control of anything in my life.. or that that control is limited to the choices I make...) And, to be frank, those changes are a little overwhelming! It's not just that I'll be heading back to uni - something I swore I would never do again - or that my parents have moved back from Melbourne - I love my parents, why wouldn't I want to be closer to them? - or that the people and times seem to be changing around me. They say there's two constants in life - death and taxes. Death TO taxes. Change is the only ever-present constant. I don't hate change. I fear it. Especially when I don't know what IT is.
And so we do a round circle and end up at a blog I wrote some time ago, about fears...
Like anyone ever reads these blogs...
But fear, or fears, are not the point to this blog. This blog is about the ordinary. And about the future. And now I remember how this blog was originally going to start:
"There's no knight in shining armour or prince on a white stallion. No one is going to knock on your door or run into you on the street and sweep you off your feet. You can't just wait. You have to find him."
That's a vague quote from a friend of mine. And it's true, isn't it? We fantasize. We want something, quite literally, fantastical to happen in our lives, for our 'dreams to come true'. I considered that it could just be laziness that lead me to believe (as every young girl and boy does) that, whatever it may be, my dreams could come true. But that's just it, I'm not a young girl anymore. I've developed an intense need for the logical in my life. Perhaps if I were more eccentric (or more deluded) or more motivated (or more wealthy) then those dreams could become a possibilty. But everything in my nature tells me that they are simply that: dreams. Figments of my imagination. Sure, they may be based upon things in my life and spring forth from observing their fullfilment in others' lives. But, for me, they are nothing more than fantastical. Is that depressing? Yeah, sure is. But, for me, as I think about those things again (things I may never voice due to the fear (and the realisation) that they won't ever happen), it's easier to not try - not due to laziness, perhaps due to fear, or lack of self-confidence, or because my logic speaks the truth.
Fantastical things do not happen to ordinary people.
I don't think I'll be back on here for a while. Mostly because this blog is really more to get my lyrics down (and why? how pointless it seems now...) and because I won't be able to write many songs what with living with my parents again (and they're accutely opposite sleeping habits). So, instead, I will now post a few more recent songs (one as recent as the last 24hrs). Maybe someone will, someday, read the lyrics and... no. Fantastical things do not happen to ordinary people. End of story.
A lot of changes are occuring in my life. Some that I have control of, some that I do not (although, one could possibly argue that I don't acutally have control of anything in my life.. or that that control is limited to the choices I make...) And, to be frank, those changes are a little overwhelming! It's not just that I'll be heading back to uni - something I swore I would never do again - or that my parents have moved back from Melbourne - I love my parents, why wouldn't I want to be closer to them? - or that the people and times seem to be changing around me. They say there's two constants in life - death and taxes. Death TO taxes. Change is the only ever-present constant. I don't hate change. I fear it. Especially when I don't know what IT is.
And so we do a round circle and end up at a blog I wrote some time ago, about fears...
Like anyone ever reads these blogs...
But fear, or fears, are not the point to this blog. This blog is about the ordinary. And about the future. And now I remember how this blog was originally going to start:
"There's no knight in shining armour or prince on a white stallion. No one is going to knock on your door or run into you on the street and sweep you off your feet. You can't just wait. You have to find him."
That's a vague quote from a friend of mine. And it's true, isn't it? We fantasize. We want something, quite literally, fantastical to happen in our lives, for our 'dreams to come true'. I considered that it could just be laziness that lead me to believe (as every young girl and boy does) that, whatever it may be, my dreams could come true. But that's just it, I'm not a young girl anymore. I've developed an intense need for the logical in my life. Perhaps if I were more eccentric (or more deluded) or more motivated (or more wealthy) then those dreams could become a possibilty. But everything in my nature tells me that they are simply that: dreams. Figments of my imagination. Sure, they may be based upon things in my life and spring forth from observing their fullfilment in others' lives. But, for me, they are nothing more than fantastical. Is that depressing? Yeah, sure is. But, for me, as I think about those things again (things I may never voice due to the fear (and the realisation) that they won't ever happen), it's easier to not try - not due to laziness, perhaps due to fear, or lack of self-confidence, or because my logic speaks the truth.
Fantastical things do not happen to ordinary people.
I don't think I'll be back on here for a while. Mostly because this blog is really more to get my lyrics down (and why? how pointless it seems now...) and because I won't be able to write many songs what with living with my parents again (and they're accutely opposite sleeping habits). So, instead, I will now post a few more recent songs (one as recent as the last 24hrs). Maybe someone will, someday, read the lyrics and... no. Fantastical things do not happen to ordinary people. End of story.
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