One super fat bottomed girl.

Disembodied deejays clapping to the beat

Soundbite: Claymore (Joe & Will Ask?)

GAIZ SRSLY U HV 2 LISTEN 2 JOE & WILL ASK? DEY R DA BEZZ FARKING HELL I LUB DEM SEW MUCH DAT I CAN’T EVEN SPELL PROPERLEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

To emphasise just how awes this London electro/techno duo drops their shit, I’m putting up one of my favourite tracks for all to download and experience multiple aural orgasms. Remember, right-click+save horzzzz: Listen to Mongozo! here.

Anyway, some long overdue photos taken at random:

Well, I’m finally done for the semester. Even submitting The Essay Of Death was a bitch because our printer ran out of ink so I had to run to the Pick&Save downstairs, where it cost me AUD4.30 to print 14 pages. Then I had to run to school, because submission deadline was at 5.30p.m. and I’d left Pick&Save at 6.15. -_- Oh, and did I mention that I’d accidentally spilled water on my phone earlier in the day so for the rest of the evening, my phone FUCKED ME IN THE ANUS and I couldn’t type SHIT.

Exciting way to end the semester, I think. Running about here and there, might’ve even lost some weight in the frantic process! (Note to self: Highly unlikely; please stop living a lie in which every movement you make causes you to lose 17,000 calories, thanks.) And yeh, my phone suddenly decided to resume working halfway through the night. Love my BB Bold, it’s done nothing to upset me in its entire year’s worth of service. Who’d ever choose a shitty, common and too-slick-for-its-own-good iPhone when you can have the class and sophistication that automatically comes with a BB Bold? Hand the phone to a homeless man and I guarantee you, that hobo will magically transform into a lean, muscular, chiseled God of a man in all his naked glory. :) Or … he’ll just run away with your phone.

So I’m just going to sleep now. These past few days have brought with them a lot for me to think about, and my brain is just so exhausted right now. G’night, world.

Doing work in your panties is liberating as hell

Soundbite: Radio Controlled (Zombie Nation)

Downloaded some preeeeeeeetty fuckin’ top mixes the other night. Am in the midst of sorting through them now, but I’ll put up a couple of good ones here soonish. Lemme wade through this murky sea of assignments first, plzkthnx. :/ Srsly too much work eh, my brain is bursting. Just finished my Eyewitness Ethics essay (hip hip hurrahx3) and I can’t even get a fucking break because I’ve still got to redo the development editing assignment which I got 50% for HAHAHAHAAHAH behold my first ever grade below a Distinction in the past three years. Yes, I really am was quite a nerd.

Haven’t been out in the sunlight much in the past few days due to the assignment rush. :( Arthur had only managed to drag me out on Saturday and I was in such a good mood, dressing up for the warm weather and shopping (got some awesome biscotti for cheap and new storage boxes for my growing-at-mutant-rate jewellery collection) and sitting at the city library grass patch with passionfruit sorbet in hand and generally just enjoying being out. It’s ridiculous. I’ve cooped myself up to the extent that I actually miss being amongst … plebians. -_- Wow. This has been a new low for me, ladies and gentlemen.

Am just looking forward to the end of the month. Assignment rush will be over, I can start leisurely looking for a job, waking up at 4p.m. will not cause feelings of guilt and contrition to arise … sounds good to me.

Anyway, because I r procrasinat0rz (though not as bad as Tham, tsktsk), I just thought to looked through General Pants Co.’s site and fuckkk, they do carry some really siiick stuff. Was particularly interested in the sunglasses, prolly because summer’s coming and I feel the need to shield my enchanting, hypnotic eyes.

Colab - Corbu [AUD199]


Sabre - Die Hippy (in Tort) [AUD139.95]


Sabre/The Cassette Society Collaboration [AUD149.95]


Sabre - The Dude (in Yellow Flower) [AUD139.95]

(via General Pants Co.)

Not bad eh? Am very much feeling the Corbu and The Dude in Yellow Flower … … … and especially crushing on the latter. Aaaarggghhh look at the floral print on the frames and the contrasting vibrant blue underside ahhhhhhhh how can you stand not buying this kdhrgkanuivna!1!11!

Oh yes. The price tag. Thanks for raining on my parade. :9

Anyway, so I then moved on to checking out Sabre’s website and daaaaaaaaaa-yuuummm, they’ve got some pretty fuckin’ sweet shit in stock. I’d like to meet their designers and give them each a nice sloppy kiss on the forehead because some of their sunglasses are pure genius, like omfgmypantiesarewet type of genius.

(via Sabre)

(Clockwise from top left: Poolside in Zebra, Madness in Black with interchangeable white and teal arms, Poolside in Checkers and Bikini Kill in Teal and Clear.)

Looks like I have a thing for teal, must be Min’s influence. Spending a year with her yelling in your ear about how teal is such an awesome colour must’ve conditioned me into favouring it as well.

Okay yeh, fuck. What was supposed to be a short update spiralled into some online shopping-enabler post. Don’t read my blog, kids! I’m the devil to your bank accounts! :( Back to work now. Sienzzzzzzzzz.

Ready to go, slippin' and slidin'

Soundbite: Are You The One? (Van She Tech NYC Rush Mix) (The Presets)

I am so fucking addicted to this Van She Tech remix of Are You The One?, my new favourite track from The Presets. Even up till now, I’m STILL listening to their discography EVERY SINGLE DAY, remixes included. There are just no words or measurable distances that would accurately and/or succinctly describe the vast expense that is my love for The Presets. When they get back on the touring bus next year, I am going to duct tape myself to the underside of the vehicle and live off my own dead skin, urine and faeces during their entire touring schedule. PLUS I’ll be able to slim down too, so it’s really killing two birds with one fat fuck of a stone!

Download the track here, because I’m feeling generous as fuck and would like to spread the love. :)

Anyway, Anne’s heading back to Singapore on Thursday for two weeks or so and after that sank in, I realised that I a) will ACTUALLY miss her and b) want to go back too. Melbourne has been totally cocksuckingly amazing to me but my heart still belongs to a small island with fucky shittywok weather.

AND EH EH EH CLICK TO SEE BIGDAYOUT2010’S FIRST LINE UP ANNOUNCEMENT! Holy fucking nipple-punching shit, motherfuckerz. It’s half a month before when I’d planned to fly back but … shit. Midnight Juggernauts or time with Samyconfetti? Calvin Harris or time with friends? Kasabian or cheap Singaporean food? The Decemberists or crazy high times with CBCO? Peaches or Chinese New Year with family? Girl Talk or ang paos?

Cheebye, tough decisions make me want to cry only.

The Indie Fuck Buddy Rating System

Soundbite: It’s Not My Problem (Sneaky Sound System)

Addy and I got into a rather intense discussion today over the rating system of Indie Boys. (When I say intense, I really actually mean one that is filled with serious debating, scholarly-looking hats and gowns and thick glasses.) See, the thing is … it’s very difficult to rate an Indie Boy because, as we all know, most Indie Boys are ugly as fuck. Therefore, we’ve come up with the following criteria when it comes to deciding whether you ought to take in an Indie Boy as a fuck buddy. (Please note emphasis on ‘fuck buddy’. We do not recommend using this scale when finding true indie Joy Division-playing, skinny jean-wearing, floppy hairdo … -doing love.)

A) Looks - 100
B) Indie Cred - 100
C) Ability to get you places/face time with super indie scene fuckers - 100
D) Sexual prowess (or at least, what is reported on the Interwebz) - 100

Simple shiate. It’s upon 400, and the Indie Boy in question will have to get at least >230 to be able to get into your vagina. Let’s look at an example:

Indie Boy in question: Julian Casablancas, lead voc of The Strokes.

A) Looks - 70
B) Indie Cred - 100 (He’s the fucking lead voc, for fuck’s sake)
C) Ability to get you places/face time with super indie scene fuckers - 70 (Am knocking off some because in live interviews and backstage clips, he seems like the lazy fucker with a shitty attitude)
D) Sexual prowess - 80

Combined score = 320/400 = SHAGGABLE FUCK BUDDY RIGHT HERE!

Another one?

Indie Boy in question: Daniel Craig, luscious motherfucker.

A) Looks - 100
B) Indie Cred - 40 (Cut him some slack, he’s worked in many indie films!)
C) Ability to get you places/face time with super indie scene fuckers - 100 (And he’s a nice guy too)
D) Sexual prowess - 100 (HELLLOOOO NEED I SAY MORE?)

Combined score = 340/400 = NONE OF YOU ARE ALLOWED TO TAKE THIS MAN BECAUSE THIS ONE SEXY BITCH IS ALL MINE FOR THE TAKING.

How about one more?

Indie Boy in question: Craig Nicholls, lead voc of The Vines.

A) Looks - 40 (I suppose he can be okay-looking if he’s willing to stand under a goddamn showerhead)
B) Indie Cred - 60 (I’d give him 80, but he’s got Asperger’s and he once forgot his own guitarist’s name in an interview)
C) Ability to get you places/face time with super indie scene fuckers - 30
D) Sexual prowess - 0 (That’s worse case scenario. Best scenario, you know how people with Asperger’s are socially inept but highly skilled in ONE particular thing? ……… Neh heh heh heh)

Combined score = 130/400 = I suppose poseurs will want to ravish him.

Now, wouldn’t you say that my highly developed Indie Fuck Buddy (IFB) rating system is just ace? Imagine the possibilities! And to think that such an ingenious (and foolproof) system was conceived over laughing and speculating about how someone might possibly want to get into Addy’s panties. We’re too smart for our own good, I think I deserve a Nobel Prize.

Anyhuey, I’d originally wanted to blog about my week, throw in some photos and talk about how I’m suddenly rediscovering the majesty and glory of good music … but I thought this would make a more interesting post. Pictures will be up soon, I’m just a fat and lazy cunt whose guily pleasure is How I Met Your Mother (goddddd, can I please suck Josh Radnor’s cock now HE IS SOOOO CUTE!)

Loving and missing everybody tons.

THE KING HAS DIED.

I know that it’s fucking cliché to be blogging about Michael Jackson’s death but goddamnit, it’s such a shocker. :( The world is mourning for the passing of the King of Pop and I’m right there, grieving along with everybody else. (Except June, who called MJ a freak so I’m going to punch her in the tooth. -_-)

And I know that it’s even more of a fucking cliché to be mention how his music made a difference in my life, but it definitely did. I grew up listening to this dude eh, my childhood is filled with memories of Mum singing along to him and Dad carrying me on his shoulders, dancing to Beat It. Yeh, everybody dies and so would he, but not now and not like this.

Goodnight and goodbye, Michael, you’ll be sorely missed. Nobody ever got close to you. Nobody has and nobody ever will.

Like whoa bitch, I'm fierce.

Dear Brit Brit,

SEE YOU IN MELBOURNE IN NOVEMBER, BITCH.

I have a few terms and conditions for you to abide by if you’d like me to buy your concert ticket though:

1) You’re to arrive in Melbourne and perform your concert with a full head of REAL hair.
2) You’re not to hook up with Kevin Federline prior/during/after the tour.
3) You’re to perform Stronger and Do Something, just for old times’ sake.
4) You’re not allowed to don on nonsense costumes ala MTV Movie Awards 2007.
5) And finally, you’re not to come out with shit like “MY PUSSY’S HANGING OUT” in the middle of the concert. Be professional, calm, collected and AWESOME, thanks.

Damn eggcites damn eggcites damn eggcites.

Wtf, total cheatz.

I only just got around to listening to Animal Collective (I downloaded their entire discography, what a fucking mistake) and oh my god, that band is really quite shitty. I don’t see why masses of indie shitheads love them when all they seem to produce are random noises and emo wailing. Also did a Google image search on them and FUCK OKAY, the results were of all of them looking so happy and quirky.

MAKES YOU EXPECT THEIR RECORDS TO SOUND REALLY HAPPY ALA THE SHINS OR THE NEW PORNOGRAPHERS OR THE APPLES IN STEREO RIGHT?

DEHHHHHHH! WRONG.

Don’t let this zany, wacky group picture of them having a quaint little tea party fool you into thinking that their music = cheery melodic stuff like Get Him Eat Him. These four assholes all produce music that sounds like it’s being released out of my anus via explosive diarrhoea. -_-

Maybe I shouldn’t judge so quickly. After all, I’ve only really listened to the Merriweather Post Pavillion album. But god, I played the album while in an irritated/sad mood and emerged feeling 100000000000000x worse.

Nngh. Totally cheated my feelings. But I’m going to give them a second chance and leave Strawberry Jam on loop. Maybe that album will change my mind.

And on a relatively related note, I’m not in a good mood.