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Well, finally access to internet, my mother said I was suffering from withdrawal symptoms but I feel perfectly happy, maybe because I am on the internet but I'm in a library with people behind. I am kind of self conscious, especially about my spelling errors. I can't seem to be able to spell anything! Nevermind, so, I am finally in Adelaide. Guess what? Its really beautiful, hot, but at least the sun is shining and the airs clean and I have done some lovely shopping and picnics. The other day I went to my local op shop (I have one! Can you believe it?!) and picked up a lovely, olive skirt, rainbow straw bag and a waist belt for six dollars in total, so I'll post those pictures later.

Yesterday was fantastic went down to Wilunga to see the fifth leg of the tour down under with my my pop culture genius friend Hannah. Picked up some raspberry soap, a vintage badge and vegan puffs. They have all these lovely markets here and its so lovely and..country? Although I feel as if, especially when the band musics playing, that someone is bound to be murdered. but this isn't Midsomer, so hopefully not. But it is Adelaide, weird murder Captial of the world (thank you Dexter), so theres a chance.

Today down to my local market and bought a cactus. So I looked a bit like a twat carrying this cactus around the stalls as I bought it first but now I can start my collection again.

Its a long post and sorry I have no photos, but once I get my internet then I'll over load my limit.

Have a fantastic day! x

one step ahead

Leaving tomorrow morning. Slightly stressed. No easy access to Internet and where the heck is my calculator?

Yes, I Mean Gates

I have around five days left till the big move! Still sorting through my things, hence the drawings, scanned in case I lose them. I have so many things, its because I collect everything, I mean everything. I have collections of glass bottles to records to cacti to post cards, which was probably the hardest thing to pack up as I had arranged them so perfectly on my wall. But there we go, packed in a box to be opened later with great joy. I have over 300 different post cards that I've sourced from art exhibitions, war museums, French vintage shops, tourist shops and the all easy free stands (which are so utterly wonderful I take about five of each, who else will take them? They just get thrown out in the end).

I really must stop hoarding, its getting almost like an illness, who needs a collection of 70's polyester ties? I don't even try the Avril look.

Yesterday, I watched "The Grinch", which was the first movie I saw when I came to Singapore. We saw it as a family in some dingy old cinema where you'd be usually the only person there besides the creepy old guy in the back picking his toe nails that also seemingly was the cleaner. Watching the film now (its our Christmas film, no we don't watch, Miracle on Em Street or whatever, I think I got that title completely wrong, we watch "The Grinch") I never realised how risqué it actually is, it indicates towards wife swapping, gayness and among other things the Grinch yells at one point, "the powder is bitchin'". Not that I'm complaining, as a young naive girl I had no idea, but now my youth has sort of worn off, sadly and things are less magical. Yet, the film is still, with my new found understanding, good. And that dog should get some kind of award, "Max" was awesome.

Looking forward to getting this over with and being all packed and oragnised. Also, the hope of seeing Neil Finn at Womadelaide! Heres some more drawings.

Lastly, a list of recent outboxes, which may explain why people barely sms me.

"Its slum not flum"

"If only, if only, I would sell my kidney for that"

"Calm yourself, you may get over excited and spasm"

"I plan to eat their avocados"

"Could you imagine a pool of liver?"

"Why doctor it sure is bigger on the inside"

"The we must burn him"

"Her gaiagaiagag thats who"

"But what about Mason?!"

"Aw at least you will be the blonde abba member and not the red head"

"Nothing just everyone gates each other and yes, I mean gates"

Now theres an insight into my life. Have a good one. xx

Undercover Lover

The Mystery Jets (Jan 11th) concert was amazing! I'm kicking myself I didn't stay later when Blaine came out to DJ, but I'm not really a smoke machine/electro dancer, but still, it was fantastic! Well worth the hushed calls in school toliet cubicles trying to confirm tickets.

The group came out around nine in matching glittery get up looking rather spectacular and very different from their previous "hippy" like image. The group played an amazing set with new hits, like "Half in Love with Elizabeth", "Two Doors Down" and "Young Love" ("Flakes" was some what magical for me, how corny is that? But honestly, Blaine Harrisons voice is magical) plus old favorites like "Alas Agnes", "The Boy Who Ran Away" and "Diamonds in the Dark" to come back with an encore of "Can't Fool Me Dennis", with Henry Harrison singing in the back, that was really sweet.

My favorite part was probably, well theres a toss up between in "Alas Agnes" when an audience member beat them in the start to the "it all ended up in tears" and the band all smiled or the Dennis sing-a-long, which was the song I was hooked on back in 2006, scrawled on my school diary and phone and people thought I had some secret lover. I finally felt like one of them "true" fans.

Plus! In "Behind the Bunhouse", Daleks featured in the backing video, what else can rate cool?

Photo by E. Cooper (that makes it professional, innit?)

The Dog Days are Over

I have some amazing "tunes" to share.

Start with something amazing. The lovely "Florence and the Machine", a sort of edgier, rockier version of Kate Nash, you may have heard "Kiss with a Fist", the angry love/hate relationship song where she looks like an indie-kid Alice in Wonderland . But the best is "Dogs Days are over", although the video kind of echoes MGMT's LSD trip/ face painting idea, its really, simply cool. Florence's voice is a bellow, a force. It does make you want to get up and shout, creating a stomp, twirl, and what can do that?

And here's a recommendation from the same place that offers videos of Jarvis Cocker talking about Star Wars, so it must be exceptionally reliable, The Rumble Strips. They're a bit like the bands that are hitting the radio a lot now, thick accents, shouting and a tad eccentric, think 1990's and The View. Yet, The Rumble Strips have the added benefit of brass, creating a sort of Madness feel about them. Check out, "Alarm Clock". I could say its like my alarm clock, but I have programmed it to wake me up to the "Latino Beat" option, so in the morning I feel pumped and like dancing.

Here's another treat, Brendan Canning from Broken Social Scene, some how achieving the ultimate cool, without even trying, "Churches Under the Stairs". PAS/CAL recently released their first full length album here's a track, "Summer is Almost Here". The style is like that of me on the beach in summer, because after living here, everything is freezing. This song makes me very happy. And anything that includes men running in animal suits, has to be good, "Tane Mahutta"by The Ruby Suns, a sort of African infused indie-pop.

Plus, 80's is making a come back, first Ladyhawke, then the Mystery Jets (This Sunday! I am there! I could touch them there!) and now La Roux. (not really my thing, but I am painting a picture) Plus Keane's new stuff sounds, especially, "Spiralling" like soon leg warmers all round. And I am not complaining, well, besides my legs looking like they're malformed.

Plus, The Virgins and (Bad video, can't find the official, but look, you can have a sing along!), The Ravonettes (90's anyone?).

2008 was a pretty good year for music, Vampire Weekend, MGMT, Duffy, Ladyhawke, The Last Shadow Puppets, Fleet Foxes and releases from The Killers, Coldplay (the only downfall to this is their new "image", what are they? Before they were your usual, normal guys, like you see on the street, besides the lead naming their kid "Apple", half of the appeal and now they're what? "Freedom fighters"? Bad Spanish movie extras?), Goldfrapp, Snow Patrol, The Verve, Martha Wainwright, Flight of the Conchords, Death Cab for Cutie, Sigur Ros, Mystery Jets and Keane. Thats a pretty amazing line-up, theres a festival right there. And to promote music even further, even queer core, "Nick and Norah's infinite playlist, which was just about the god of teen movies this year, Juno being last years.

The only downfall being that of Miley Cyrus, the evil demon she is.

So 2008 was a great year for music but 2009 is looking pretty good too.

To end, Ida Maria, whose just a tiny bit cool.

"Streuth!" - Australia

Well, thanks to suggestion I now have an "o", but it takes an awfully long time, and I am basically a very lazy person. That would have been my New Years resolution, to be less lazy, to stop procrastinating, but I changed it. I want to be one of those people who don't put things down and then spend two hours trying to find it again, to then find it hidden inside a lamp because you thought that was a logical place. That might not be a type of a person, that might just be me.

I leave my this dear old country in about, exactly, actually, ten days. Its a tad scary, but I guess it really is just an extended holiday, I'll be back before I know it and avoiding everyone, shamed. But its a big thing! I have spent eight years here! And I am not even crying, or at least feeling like eating fudge, instead I am thinking over what hats I should be wearing (is a beret too much?). Am I completely apathetic?

Maybe not as proven by today's trip to the cinema to see Luhrmann's "Australia" (Which was slightly funny as I smsed stating I was going to Australia and received replies saying they thought I was leaving later and that they were worried thinking I meant the actual country. I thought that was funny. Maybe they didn't. I am a complete bitch, sooner people realise this, the better.). I cried in the movie, maybe in patriotic spirit, maybe wrapped in the intensity of the movie or maybe from sheer embarrassment (but I cried in Ice Age too, so its not much to go by.) The movie was, in a word, fine. Fine is what you say when you're not really fine, but you don't want to let on, as the great man of words, Dylan Moran, would say. But there is no other way to describe it, it was just "fine". It slightly played up to the idea of Australians, despite being a well established Australian director ("Moulin Rouge", "Stricty Ballroom"). I am pretty sure in the 1940's, no one really said "crickey", especially not a prim English woman (Who shockingly embraces the Australian life.). It was a bit predictable, really. On the positive, the movie provoked emotions, had lovely scenery, Diver Dan and some good ol' mateship.

The movie, had this perfect opportunity to simply end, it was happy, looked like the start of some feel-good movie, flowers, laughing children, kissing, near to birds chirping kind of feel good. And it was perfect, I would have left a happy girly.... And then it went into the war and the fight to keep the half-caste child. It made it seem like it was "okay" to steal the Aboriginal children, that the Stolen generation was fine because everyone was so damn happy. That is wasn't really a disgusting deal that lasted until Mr. Whitlam came in the 1970's. The 1970's, that's not even 50 years ago.

But I guess Australia needed a film, besides "Crocodile Dundee" thanks, so that's now done and we can sit back and continue drinking, being filthy and calling each other mate. Because that's what we do.

t0 1337

The reas0n I have n0t been bl0gging is due t0 the fact my "0h" key isn't w0rking, instead I am using the zer0 key making me seem like a 1337 speaking geek g0d, which, I sadly have n0t yet achieved.

Anyway! H0pe y0u had a g00d Christmas and a g00d year t0 c0me! I started my year trying t0 jump s0me0ne and then watching the Dramatic Chipmunk (which is a prairie d0g! My! F00ls!) 0n repeat. I mean, if h0w y0u spend y0ur new years is h0w y0u spend the rest 0f the year I am d0ing pretty alright as 0pp0sed t0 last year, watching Underw0rld. Th0ugh I enc0untered n0 h0t werew0lves s0, 0bvi0usly, thats a c0mpete myth.

And thanks t0 Jesse f0r my sec0nd bl0gger award!

Have a g00d 0ne.

We mean it

Potato killer

From pre-Obama. Don't worry America, you done good.

Three more days till Christmas and my spirits are soaring. Right now I am looking up vegetarian Christmas options. Its looking like a familiar scene from About a Boy mm..nutmeg loaf was it? A member of my family claimed that I had, "ruined Christmas". Yet, I am not forcing my potatoes upon them. I love my potatoes! I still cry over the time I poured mouldy cheese on a perfectly lovely cold potato, meaning I could not eat it. Sadly, I was put in charge for the menu for the all merry day. I put down potatoes, carrot, pumpkin, chicken, ham (my poor father) and mint sauce. This, apparently, does not work. From my experience with mint sauce, I thought it could go with everything, like Kelly Osbourne and her ketchup obsession. So, menu duties have been relocated to someone with a more, diligent? approach to the task. I still think mint sauce goes deliciously with potatoes, people are so closed minded.

Now comes my last minute shopping as I can never do anything on time, blessed as a procrastinator. I have no idea what to buy and have no idea what I want. Thats a first. I keep saying Johnny Depp but no one is taking me seriously.

Invisible Light

I just received my Mystery Jets tickets, delivered by a nice man in a helmet. So, I guess I can stop the worrying, the threat of crying gone and rejoice with my tiny piece of paper.

Yesterday I went to an artist talk with the wonderful Joey Piziali at the Collectors Contemporary. He gave a wonderful talk, covering all aspects of art, from inspiration, interpretation and his own works from the "Invisible Light" collection.

Piziali is sort of how you expect artists to be, seeing beauty in everything, even the mundane, quirky and very inspirational, yet still very friendly. It was a real treat, amazing, actually, to be able to talk to him and gain insight into the art world. Plus gain a sneaky signature, oops!

So go check out his work at the Collectors Contemporary till the 24th January.

She caught the wrong second of a two-second story.

I can hear my mother talking downstairs and I kind of hope she is talking to someone on the phone and not just talking to herself. Or the cat. Talking to the cat is slightly more sad than talking to yourself, as the cat cannot comprehend what you're saying, although you may think your cat is some genius and understands every word you say, really its just wondering if by looking at you in an emotional manner may lead to opening a can of Fancy Feast. Yourself on the other hand can understand what you're saying and may be able to reply. In your mind at least.

So Christmas is just around the corner. Love, peace, happiness. I know its there I just can't feel it. Even with the creepy wind up Music Carol Boxes (that make me think that when the key clunks to a stop an axe weilding murderer is going to jump out and slice us all. I explained such to others and they asked me what movies I have been watching. Well, the last was "In Her Shoes", although at times one felt like throttling some characters it was never shown or worked into the script. I believe that if this was to happen, the movie would've been a greater hit, "In Her Shoes: The Role of a Killer", something like that. I would've seen that, it sounds like the shows on the Crime Channel late at night, they're always a big hit in our family. We love our gore!) I am not a very spirited person, I need gold spray paint and acorns to feel as if I have purpose at Christmas, besides that , nothing. Or perhaps forty bucks and an attempt at finding Christmas presents that don't include a subscription to Dungeons and Dragons monthly.

If you want a dose of the excellent, I suggest you watch the English art movie, Cashback. Absoulutely stunning, soundtrack, visuals, acting, mix of comedy with drama, cutting edge stuff. I adored the movie and was utterly inspired to do something, anything, it was amazing! It follows the art student Ben (played by Sean Biggerstaff, you know the one everyone crooned over as Oliver Wood. Well, Woodys changed a whole lot) post break up with his two and half year long girlfriend. Struggling to sleep and suffering from insomnia, Ben trades in his now, extra eight hours to work in Sainsburys, trade in your hours, you get money, cashback. There his imagination and fascination with the female form, runs wild.

Features a lot of nudity, that makes sense in the art world, but would still cause an entire male class room to burst into giggles or mother into saying "pervy boy, such a pervy boy". Yet, I highly recommend this movie on so many levels. It received an Oscar nomination for its beginning as a short film in 2004, that with such positive feedback developed into a feature film. Go now!

Then we come to the other end of the spectra. Twilight. Don't go see this film. You thought the books were bad, the movie is worse, it actually made me disappointed. I set the bar oh, so, so low and I was disappointed. The ads looked reasonably okay, despite her "you're super strong blah blah blah" speech, that is just a complete squirm in your seat in embarrassment moment. Well, the whole movie is like that. Bella never looks happy, no emotion, looks as if she was just kicked and breathing through her mouth, the entire time. Not even when little lost vampire Edward states shes his "heroin". (Kudos to Kirsten Stewart for making Bella some what likable though.)Edward, well, your attempt at acting like Bella smelt, literally stank (har har har PUN!), although chemistry was some what evident, I always felt that Edward was a wide eyed idiot and Bella was a stuck up tosser, so there we go. This interpretation of Bella may be my biased opinion due to reading the book where shes so plain and clumsy and must tell us over and over again, but who cares, this is a rant, dammit. They're meant to be intelligent, this is not obvious, despite Edwards massive music collection, a sure sign of intelligence.

Carlisle and Esme slightly saved the movie but Jasper? What, Stepford? Stick up ass? What happened there? And that cut to allude to Dracula, was that warranted? I felt like hitting my head on the front of my chair. When did "spider-monkey" become a term of endearment? Scenes of them talking, supposedly romantically were truthfully boring making you wonder if they are in fact saying "pink elephant", thank you Oprah. I know its meant to be romantic, the abstinent beauty of true love but c'mon, Bella is a hormonal crazed girl who actually has Edward, like all the fan girls crave for, she wants the sex, end of story. Plus, Edwards supposed "sparkling" was like that of a European in Singapores humidity. Basically, sweaty.

The villains, were boring, not scary in the slightess manner and just proved Bella's stupidity. The end made no real sense besides to Twilighters (oh man, I am a Twilighter) and just showed the angry, ginger walking off all teary eyed in bad fur, hint, hint sequel? Really? I would have never guessed! Despite the continuous writing spirit of Stephanie Meyer to produce not one, not two, but four books of torturous romance that end rather astonishingly terribly. Basically, don't go see this movie.The lady behind me that snorted her phlegm back into her mouth was more interesting.

Time to Pretend

My 17th year on the planet. Its really amazing when you think about it, how we age and exist and such but then my mind goes all whiz-bang so I won't explain my theories to you.

At 12am on the 12th I was dragged downstairs and drunkenly sang Happy Birthday to. After, I was served cheap champagne which made my throat feel all warm and fizzly and attempted the Soulja Boy dance. Attempted being the operative word. After I went upstairs and danced to some Ska with my failed sense of timing and felt very mature. My sense of maturity differs greatly to everyone elses, it takes "Too Much, Too Young" to feel the year pass over me, creating lines in my forehead.

The next day I played twister, celebrity heads and made chocolate crackles. This made me feel slightly less mature. But still good. Except when I spent the main part of the evening with my ass in the air. This perhaps, was not a good look for me.

I finished the night with my 24th screening of About a Boy, in true birthday spirit.

In other news: The formal (public humiliation night) actually was, fun? Oh! What mess is this? Having fun at a school event? Never! But truth. I actually never got off the dance floor, mainly because that would mean walking in heels which I very nearly failed and toppled over in. The music wasn't my taste (That of the MTV generation), yet I still belted out a version of "Disturbia" knowing the lyrics consisted mainly of the creative genius of Rihannas entire song writing team to come up with "bam bam bi dum bam bam be dum dum".

Later, the night ended in a lovely bit of groping, most definetly not on my part, cheesecake and walking around sitting at bus stops yet not waiting for a bus. Which might sound poetic. But its not.

So, now, Happy Birthday to my mother and after they're dedication of "Little Ray of Sunshine" for me on my Birthday, I dedicate this to you:

In life we're all duffers chum!

Please, please, please let me get what I want.

Last time a band was sold out (damn you Death Cab For Cutie!) I began crying at the ticket counter. So lets hope for the best ey?

Much love, public humiliation tomorrow and aging rapidly Saturday.