whenever life feels perfect, life the bitch throws that imperfect word perfect back into my face and calls me a liar.

summer last year.

i really do miss my trip to queensland last year. it is the most beautiful place, completely serene.

don't you love me?

you know that show...that really good one...gossip girl?

i read in a magazine that little jenny humphrey aka in real life, taylor momsen toured with the veronicas in america earlier this year.
initial reaction - wtf? she is in a band? ....oh yeah, she totally sung that little cute song in the grinch but...

this song is insane. i expected shitty pop music and bad vocals...no. she's got it, i'm shocked to hear a dark and grungy sound, as i said. this song is insane.

andy warhol's words of genious

"It must be hard to be a model, because you'd want to be like the photograph of you, and you can't ever look that way." Andy Warhol

fucking genious.
it is like those photos you get where you don't look like yourself, but it's beautiful - because you don't look like yourself. but your like...it is a photo of me. but really, you wish that you actually look that way.

i wonder if he was making a stab to the beautiful edie sedgewick?


now i'm in the mood to watch factory girl...

shot of fire

i.
you once told me you don't ever want to dream, you said you wouldn't live to see thirty.
i told you i am a dreamer, and that i'll live forever.

ii.
the next time i saw you, you reached for the stars.
you swore you learnt how to dream.
i knew you were lying through your pin prick eyes,
but i pretended to play your game.

iii.
a shot of heroin gave you the chance to fly,
it gave you freedom, and love, and hope.
it filled your soul with fire.
i could only wait for you to burn out,
and i'd be the one collecting your ashes.

iv.
you never did live to see thirty.

i like to grab you by the hair...and drag you to the devil.

i finally got my hands on the debut album 'horehound' from the dead weather after hassling poor sophie for a long longgg time.

the dead weather consists of the musical genius jack white on drums & vocals (a little odd, white has always been a leading man) from the white stripes and the sabotuers, the lady with the voice i envy - alison mosshart of the fucking kills doing vocals, jack lawrence playing bass from the sabotuers and dean fertita on guitar of the sabotuers and currently of queens of the stone age. this ahmazzzinggg combination reflect on the album, you can hear each band member's influence.

the collarboration of these brilliant musicians happened on the kills/sabotuers tour (in two shows the black keys played instead of the sabotuers, kinda wishing i lived in britain last summer for these gigs...) when white got bronchitus, having mosshart step in for vocals in the sabotuers. tadah, here was the initial birth of the dead weather.


'hang you from the heavens', ze first single and film clip.


'60 feet tall' - i think this song is particularly influenced by mosshart, having a particular kills sound. if i was to hear this on the radio, initially i'd jump to the conclusion the kills have released a new album.


hands down 'i cut like a buffalo' is the most addictive track on the album, with it's reggae feel and such.


'bone house'


'treat me like your mother' in which triple j have been flogging.

it's a cruel, cruel world to face on your own.

the new album from the gossip 'music for men':


best song on the album equals dimestore diamond


heavy cross, also the current single off the album. it is a crazy film clip.

i would kill for beth ditto's voice, she has got some fucking strength.

birfday girlette

i have come to a conclusion that this year may just have been the BEST birthday I have had in my short 17 years on planet earth.

my 13th of july started with my sir brenley by my side, and the unwrapping of presents (this year i had requested mother-ann to not be lazy and to wrap my presents; to not just put them in a birthday bag. i quite enjoy being savage and ripping the pretty paper to find, gold?) where i got my bigggg warm british coat, uggys, nail polish, chocolate, incense and hippy things, jewellery and like every year...knickers and jammies.

i then retrieved leona, my best friend who moved up to the big city. we spent the afternoon sipping tea and reminising over our innocent and young days of being 13...bullshitting. we went into wollongong and ate cold rock omnom.

that night i went out to dinner and got fat with chinese with 20 or so of my beautiful friends. the manager was a grumpy bloke. later, broke my ankles in high heels travelling to mcdonalds for calories of desert.

my main men. <3!


fried icecream...cake? all eyes on me, and sing it. HAAAAAAAAAPPPYy BBBBBiiRRRFF...


i have always done things to difficult way. go around the table? no. i go under the table.

what i saw. everybodies knickers.


what everybody else saw. my knickers.
photo courtesy of kirsty stewart.
i guess that makes it even?

i spent the rest of the week having a four day bang with leona in sydney. to be continued...

p.s: i dyed my hair. red. to feel closer to ron. ron weasley.

the distortion of truth.

what validates truth?
reality seen through my eyes; in my mind this is the ultimate truth. what i see in my reality is only a distortion of my own perception of truth.

truth is a tinted lie; does this makes reality a lie and everything we have learnt to know?

come together 09

the 7th of june, was just the most incredible 24 hours.

DZ, children collide, villians of wilhelm, bliss n eso
<3<3<3
kram, wolf& cub, funkoars, philidelphia grand jury <3

the other bands on the lineup were decent, they kept me amused after all. the only downfall was not the standing and waiting for 7 hours at the front of the mosh pit and almost dying for dehydration, no. it was painfully watching something with numbers, my god - i have never been so bored in my life. but i suppose jake griggs interpretation of irish dancing compensated as entertainment for that entire hour.

p.s: the dashing lead singer of villians of wilhelm, danny wilhelm jumped offstage only to land directly on top of myself, britty, bel, ashleigh and kirsty. getting crushed by a man of that agenda was an experience i'd relive.







p.s.s: this post was long due...only by 31 days.

depths of the ocean.

everything about the sea reminds me of my baby, brenley.
<3