slow hands.

Ny friends back home.
Many months later.
Now,
as much or as often as we used to.
communicate.
And i think part of that is because of our different life choices.

I was watching Max's alternative top 100 countdown today.
Max as in the music channel, not some random dude.
Anyway, I was pretty impressed. I thought it would be some lame interpretation of "alternative". Like coldplay or some shit.
But jane's addiction, jesus and the mary chain, smashing pumpkins and oasis made an appearance.
So this has led me to compile a list of my favourite songs of all time.
but gossip girl is about to come on so it's probably not going to be overly thorough.
And probably not a complete list either.
anyway here we go.
And i'm going to go from my favourite first, because I - unlike channel V, don't want you to wait around watching shit bands just to get to that last good one, all for the wanker who put the show together to forget to ingest the most important clip.
OK my rant is referring to Jane's (presenter from channel V) top live song countrdown from this years big day out. Naturally Arctic monkeys were here fave, she chose to show their cover of nick caves red right hand... and then she's all "here it is" and the fucking idiot ingester at channel v is all... actually here's an add break.
I'm still bitter, I sat through an hour of her shit choices with no result.
Anyway:
coming in at #1 - 505 - Arctic Monkeys (no suprise there)
(there's not really an order now, it's just that song is my ultimate favourite)
my mistakes were made for you - the last shadow puppets (ok well that is actually second favourite so bit of an order)
like a drug - queens of the stone age
lovesong - the cure
miss you love - silverchair
rest my chemistry - interpol
accidents - alexisonfire
naive - the kooks
knocked up - kings of leon
get free- the vines
wonderwall - oasis
i'm only happy when it rains - garbage
karma police - radiohead
i want you (she's so heavy) - the beatles
last nite - the strokes
one eighty by summer - taking back sunday
smells like teen spirit - nirvana
honey - jesus and the mary chain
girl and the sea - the presets
love will tear us apart - joy division
song 2 - blur
translating the name - saosin
knock 'em out - lily allen
believe in your man - little red
my love is stronger than your love - red riders
the comeback - the holidays
how strongs my love - the greasers
strings - the getaway plan
the spaces between- expatriate
smoke - eskimo joe
die - iron and wine
this years love - david gray
linger - the cranberries
welcome home - coheed and cambria
sometimes - city & colour
disintegration - jimmy eat world
farewell rocketship - children collide
handshakes at sunrise - circa survive
blitzkrieg bop - the ramones
homewrecker - damn arms
the course of human life - the early november
believe me natalie - the killers
special - mew
time is running out - muse
gone away - the offpsring
a girl in port - okkervil river
fuck the pain away - peaches
pink bullets - the shins
america- simon and garfunkle
dreams - fleetwood mac

basically these are the songs i want played at my funeral or my wedding.
probably both.
I wanted to know what other peoples lists were.
I know my wedding song will definately be either my mistakes were made for you, or like a drug. It would be interesting to see what other people's could potentially be.
Bel xx

Erika La Teur Eiffel.

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So what better way to spend Valentines day then to sit at home watching documentary’s on SBS about people who fall in love with objects.

Because it’s not bad enough you’re sitting at home on valentines day watching sbs, probably by yourself, but instead of the usual porn they start serving up around nightfall, they plague you with the visions of what you will become, if you stay at home alone on valentines day watching sbs.

YOU WILL BECOME A LONER WHO FALLS IN LOVE WITH OBJECTS.

Like Erika La Teur Eiffel.

As in Erika Eiffel Tower.

This lady named Erika, married the Eiffel tower.

And a year after their anniversary - consumated the marriage... in public.

Speaking of getting new tattoos in yesterdays post, the lady has an effeil tower tattoo in between her boobs.

What a freaking winner.

I mean, I’d just about start giving up on life when I referred to a bow and arrow as lance.. and then go on to further say

“Lance knows he’s attractive… but it’s not just his… ah… aesthetics that I find appealing.”

I think it must be his awesome personalty, that Lance, good ol’ Lance… What a bow and arrow he is. What an object.

Anyway originally she was with the golden gate bridge, this is how the whole documantery starts – cue her clutching onto a piece of the bridge, talking about how she feels when she ‘makes love’ to it.

I have a couple of links to the documentary – it really is a must see.

part one: http://www.veoh.com/search/videos/q/eiffel#watch%3Dv15067234mmpcQ7Xm

part two: http://www.veoh.com/search/videos/q/eiffel#watch%3Dv15067244KY8AePDW

(thanks to http://thenoisingmachine.wordpress.com for the links)

And as I sat there watching it, it instilled a new kind of fear in me.

Here I was freaking out I’m going to end up old, bitter and alone,

but worse, I could end up in love with my fence or something.

Forget:

What we need people, Is:

OBJECT PEACE.

She leaves a note to say

"I can't believe we ever thought this would work.
I hate you.'
He slips it into his wallet, in the back pocket, right behind his drivers license.
Let this be a reminder, he thought to himself,
to never get too close again.
Then, we can find a way back.

It's definately been one of those weeks.
I don't want to bore everyone with the details,
I just wish I didn't have to keep learning things the hard way.
Ah well, on the upside I got offered a bar managing job at the alley bar, which runs rock royalty on friday and saturday nights. So that could be interesting.
As well as joining SYN's Freeza committee for 2009, which i'm ridiculously excited about.
So far we have ideas for a travelling art show, teaching people how to DJ, makes zines.. really awesome stuff so it's going to be a good year.
And uni starts soon! Woooooooo.
And I can tell you that Kings of Leon will be playing the Bushfire Appeal Fundraising concert at the mcg on March 14th.
They're playing a show at rod laver that night too, so the insiders tell me they'll duck over early and play 2 or 3 songs then bail back to rod laver.
Some new music you should check out this week would be Eugine Mcguiness, The View's 2nd album 'Which Bitch?' and Seawolf's 'You're a Wolf"
Whilst we're on the topic of new music, Lily Allen's 'It's Not Me, It's You' - thoughts?
I adored her first album and the singles from this one seemed quite promising.. but I dunno..
I found this album lacking a little bit, I enjoy it I just found it a little repitive after a while.
Although:
"Now I lie here in the wet patch, in the middle of the bed
i'm feeling pretty damn hard done by I spent ages giving head,
then i remember all the nice things that you ever said to me,
maybe i'm just over-reacting maybe you're the one for me.
There's just one thing, that's getting in the way
When we go up to bed you're just no good it's such a shame...'
pretty much proves she's one of the greatest song writers of our time.
And she's my absolute hero.
It would be interesting to hear what other people think of that album though.
Right now I'm spinning Armen Firmen's 'Porch Dweller' and The Streets' 'Dry Your Eyes Mate'
I'm also drawing up some designs for my new tattoos, I want to add to my tina darling peice, however I'm feeling to add to my half sleeve arm I'm going to stick to the rockabilly theme, really classical, I just don't know whether to add to my other wrist or not. I have some really amazing peices by Fafi I'd love to get done, it's just where.
So many decisions!
Anyway, I'm off to playlist for channel 31's Get Cereal TV next week, expect a lot of Eugine Mcguiness.
Chow,
Bella xx.

Today

I returned to the box,
the box being television.
I did a one off hosting gig for 1700 as a favour for the exec as he is one of the most wonderful people I have ever met, but that's another story.
Anyway I was supringsly nervous, you'd think about 4 years of tv/radio presenting/producing/directing/exec producing I'd have it down pat by now, but I'm sort of taking comfort in the fact I fucked up. It's grounded me a lot, I'm not actually as awesome as I've lead myself to believe.
It wasn't a major fuck up or anything, I just fumbled a bit. Life goes on.
Anyway I started reminising about my old 1700 days. And I had to prepare for an interview with the scissor file (which by the way, the dude I interviewed implied we had met before, perhaps in a more 'intimate' setting, but I completely didn't remember and now I look like a whore and it was really embarrasing.) and I started thinking about my favourite ever band interview.
Not favourite because there were kick ass questions or anything, but favourite as in the most entertaining:
Three words my friends:
RISE AND SHINE.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=11TQqSEpF8E
and again

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oezop18BRWM

if you couldn't get enough the first time...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ENrNlOaBxg0

I would actually put the videos up myself if I knew how to.
Ps - I totally don't look like that anymore, I was 16 - keep that in mind!
Bella

Pressing lips, feeel a smile coming;
she pulls away, he whispers,
'I haven't been this happy in a while.'
'Good.'

Last night

sheeeeeeeeeeeee said, oh baby I feel so down.

What happened to the good ol' saturday nights?
"so.. what do you do n' shit?"
charming, because that makes me want to talk to you now. Original and modernised.
"I sell wine. Well I drink wine. So that's basically the same"
Really? I was under the impression that selling something and drinking it was completely different but hey, what would I know?
For those playing at home, that was our male interaction at the rochester,
this is what has become of our saturday nights:
"I would do both of you." - at the same time!?
few hours later, different guy:
"If only you were blonde I would do you."
Oh, if only.
I actually don't know what it takes to have a decent night out anymore.
I would like to say friday was better, but unfortunately the peninsula is hung up on being scene.
And I hate going out and feeling/looking pretentious because I don't want to talk to anyone,
but if every conversation I have involves people telling me I could be a stripper or having to explain french to people then I'd rather just sit in the corner listening to music and soaking up everyone else's atmosphere.
Am I sounding like a complete dick right now? Well good.

Sweet Leaf - Alexisonfire & this story from picaresque #9 - Brendan rocks.

65.
Matthew Werry wasn't a particularly well-liked member of his year level, so he decided to kill himself.
He climbed up on the roof of stawell Secondary's Gold Reef campus, and was
preparing to jump. A few of us had gathered around at this point.
We waited a while. He didn't seem to be doing anything.
Someone from the crown began to offer their encouragement. Someone else joined in. Pretty soon the whole bunch of us were telling him to jump. Bear in mind this was a small country town, not New York, and suicide was an incomprehensible concept that only occurred somewhere else. I reckon, though, that at this point he knew exactly what to do. "Screw you guys", he must've thought, "I'm not going to fucking do anything you fucking tell me." He gave us all the finger and I climbed down. We can all learn something from Matthew Werry, I reckon. When all hope seems lost, when all of your friends have turned into fuckwits and any dream you ever had of actually enganging in reciprocal contact with the opposite sex dissipated into the air between you and the concrete, you will always have spite. And what better reason could you have to go on living.

Bella.xx

Valentines Day

Somewhere out there, there is a huge pile of marbles.
Maybe a marble city, where all the marbles go when they get lost.
They would live a happily retired life, have dinner parties, long,
meaningful conversations, fall in love and have children.
One day the grown up marbles would eventually kiss Ma and Pa
goodbye and go out into the wide world to be discovered.
Stumbled upon by mere mortals that would examine them,
question them and treasure them. But the cycle must continue and
the marbles are destined to be lost, to slip out of the hole in the
pocket of a pair of old jeans, to be thrown at another in a fit of
passion. They would somehow make their way home, chipped and
lacking the shine they were born with, but content.

If so many people are losing their marbles
these days, why hasn't anyone been able to
trace the paths of thousands of marbles
migrating back to where they came from?
- YOTS.


Happy Valentines day.
xxx

I cut my hair the other day

It has hung there for months like a horse's tail, or pony's tail,
swinging from side to side and I whinnied down the footpath.
After my hair was cut, and I fingered the bristles at the back
of my neck, I stood in front of the mirror for a little while,
wanting to hack at salon layers with a pair of blunt scissors.
After I dyed it, I wanted to dye it again, so it would be
the deepest red possible and I could watch the
water trickle bloodlike down the drain. I wanted to chew at
the strands until there was nothing left, and then
shear the rest off, just to prove that I could and
that I didn't care if I was ugly. As the stubble grew back,
I'd make shapes out of it, like hedge sculptures
resting flat on the surface of my scalp.
Then maybe I'd get some tattoos, peirce my
chin, smoke crack, hook up with the lead
singer of a heavy metal band and find
myself. Sometimes if you stare in the mirror
long enough, your face doesn't look like
your face anymore; a glue of skin congealed
over the shape of a bone. Like the way a word
stops making sense if you think about it too
much, a strange cluster of letters forced to
march in a line, I thought the hair would
work; the math made sense. the angle of
the cut met the cut of my jaw in a
Pythagoras of bedhead redhead glamour
puss. Math was never my best subject,
though. It's easier to stand in front of the
mirror, watching my face drift into
continents.
- Year of the shorts.

I reccommend a sweet little store called Sticky underground flinders station.
They have an amazing collection of zines.

re-decorating.

I'm redecorating my room.
I thought it was time for a change. That, and it was getting a little creepy. All these photos of myself everywhere, like I had to remind people of what I look like in general or when I'm out. I figure if you're standing in my house, let alone my room, you should have a pretty good idea of what I look/act like by now. I also made these wicket collages of photos from arctic monkeys, the kooks and big day out and I kind of wanted them to be the feature of the room. I'm a bit paranoid they're going to fall on my head while i'm sleeping but that's another story.
See this is what I do when I'm angry or upset, I get creative. So in order to put my lovely new artwork up I had to get rid of all the old shit, which i'm not overly gutted about because my ridiculous highschool attempts of becoming an "artist" were quite lame.
So I'm pulling the photo's off the wall.. stumbled across these winners

my god.
these were not only in my possession, but on the walls for people to see.
anyway i started re-decorating a couple of days ago and usually i'm pretty good with getting shit finished, but if i could take some pictures of my half finished wall and show you, you'd see that it is far from finished.
I read my horoscope yesterday and it was some bullshit about noah leaving dinosaurs behind on his boat thing because there was no room for them or something, basically it was telling me to decide if I need to leave the dinosaurs of my life behind.
Translation: Do I put up the photos of people who turned out to be utter fuckwits but as the photo's suggest, I had fucking wicked nights out with.
I dunno. I guess there's some issues with the people who I called mates that I haven't settled with. Or maybe I'm just to lazy to finish putting the photos up.
Anyway I'm going to sort out this week's new music.
Clip Of The Day: Leader Cheetah - Bloodlines.
Peace.

bonjour!

So I always thought the idea of blogging was a bit silly,
well not silly, I just never thought people would enjoy the things I have to say, because most of the blogs I read are utter shit and I apologize if mine comes under that catogory.
I always find my thoughts way to inconsistant for even me to understand, let alone other people.
Turns out I don't really have a choice though (thanks uni) so here I am, hello internet world.
I'm Belinda, almost everyone takes some form of abbreviation because clearly 3 syllables is way too much effort, the most popular nickname this year being Bella, feel free to call me whatever though.
According to strangers I lead a pretty interesting life, but I've always lived this way so for me this is the norm. From the weird guy at work who offers me money to buy my shoes so he can drink beer out of them, to my neighbourhood cat I converse with when I'm drunk, apprently my stories need to be shared.
Hopefully you'll get out of them what most people do, laughter and a sense of "thank fuck that didn't happen to me".
Adios for now,
Bella.