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Oh my Monáe… I am still speechless from Janelle’s performance at the Sydney Opera House last night:

  • After having drinks by myself on the train, I stepped out onto the street. Immediately as I left the station, a bunch of older rocker chicks went “Phwoaaaar” and wolf-whistled at me; one of them said “Killer shoes dude”! From that moment on, I felt like a fucking celebrity. I swear, it was like someone had flicked a switch inside me that just made me ooze confidence.
  • I had my iPod in while I was walking towards the venue, (in my B&Wsuit, with black skinnies and white Doc’s to boot, hair swished back and bow-tie affixed to mine collar)… but I could still hear multitudes of people gasping and commenting on those defining features of my outfit. That sounds cocky, but it was a 100% new feeling for me so I decided to relish it while I had it.
  • When I met up with some tumblr peeps, they were all awesomesauce. We had extra drinks and I downed a glass of champagne someone had left at the table after leaving. So I was very inebriated, but the excitement at seeing Miss Janelle half-cancelled it out (I was almost literally giddy).
  • I can’t even describe it. Too perfect for words. Energy out the roof, almost everyone standing/jiving/clapping like we were wearing wide-brimmed hats in a soul-church or summat, it was completely surreal. Unfortunately, she didn’t play The ArchAndroid in its entirety, but made up for it with covers of I Want You Back and GoldFinger. She even played part of BabopbyeYa, which is still the most ultimate song I think I’ve ever heard, as well as some wondrous new material.
  • At one point, she gave a shout-out to (I think): “all my brothers and sisters representing the black&white” or something to that effect. She scanned the seats and mentioned people when they stood out. I, of course, made my presence known with my erratic dancing and suited-up-ness. And she called me out. She fucking noticed and subsequently drew everyone’s attention to me too. I fucking DIED. Then blew her multiple kisses of course :’)
  • When it was all over (admittedly it did feel a tad short), they vacated the stage and I stayed around in case of an encore. When it became apparent there wasn’t going to be one, I began dancing to the music the speakers were playing. Being the only person in the raised box to the direct stage right, the remaining stragglers noticed me and pointed and got on down with me from afar. It felt sensational, so much goodwill and joy was brimming inside and spilling out :3
  • Then some random woman came up to me and lauded me for getting noticed as I walked down the stairs doing the tightrope and we had a good ol’ quick chat! After another drink with Mindwell and Api, it was time to head home. Made the train with literally one minute to spare.

Fantasmagorical night wow.

# I don't have any photos though :'( Janelle Monáe myself

Posted 1 week ago 31 notes

Ugh, just had to wait two hours in the cold carpark of Werrington (aka bogansville) Station for the NRMA guy to come give me a new car battery because my old one is shot to shit… and it cost me a hefty sum of money I’d rather not have parted with :(

But it did give me time to realise that I’ve had some amazingly fucked up dreams this past week, all of which have oddly coincided with the fitting of my bed’s electric blanket hmmm…

Here are some for your merriment (some I don’t recall at all, but I have the texts/reminders to somehow prove that those scenarios took place in my mind):

  • “Just woke up from a dream that I was in a Jurassic Park style scenario and we stayed very still half hidden behind some trees near a cliff while T-Rex examined John Hurt trapped under a fallen log, then meandered off. As it did, I heard some kinda of cosmically audible dvd-commentary saying the characters in this scene (which I was one of, hidden) played their roles even better than Kyary Pamyu Pamyu in her debut video; looking over at T-rex, it morphed into Kyary and two backup dancers, all pulling ridiculous faces through mouths filled with dinosaur teeth. Then they skipped away…”
  • An indoor soccer match between Pele and Faker (yes the band, although it was spelled Faikr in my dream for some unknown reason). I was racing alongside Pele towards the end of the field where Faikr were playing on a goal-stage (I can’t explain that at all) when suddenly their drummer DIED, letting everyone down. For some reason, I was in drag (stockings but no heels… disappointing I know) and, as the drummer collapsed, he threw one of his drumsticks at me. I caught it expertly and slammed it straight down on the ground; it bounced up and ‘scored’ a goal… somehow. Then I ran back to the centre of the field with the commentator laughing in an Irish accent.
  • “I love you, Captain Mango-coon.”

Don’t even ask…

# myself

Posted 2 weeks ago 7 notes

Love.

Treating a love interest like your best friend is basically my whole mindset re: a serious relationship. Forcing your interactions with a special person into a confined box of supposely ‘romantic’ but ultimately hollow gestures by which to measure out one’s love seems like a strange concept to me. I’d rather just co-exist with someone in happiness and just bask in their presence in my life… I think that is what makes a real relationship. By being in each others’ company, there should be enough unspoken admiration and mutual respect to make you really want to listen to anything they have to say and not tune the words out in favour of staring at the body or zoning yourself away.

That’s the quantifier of love in my mind. To quote an earlier post of mine, a true relationship is between “two people who mesh so well, that [they] would be together as if that’s how it had always been.” I believe that sense of a comfortable ease is the real test. I’ll qualify this by saying that it obviously wouldn’t be like that 100% of the time, but I really do think this is a much more solid approach and one that I’ll be adapting in future*.

# *hopefully sooner rather than later I'm not gonna tag anyone but you know who you are important myself

Posted 1 month ago 16 notes

What I look for in a guy →

finesoutherngents:

diagnonsense:

Since some of you are confused as to what I look for in a guy, here’s a list. 

  • Nice hair (If you have like flipped hair or just styled up in any way besides a mohawk then thats like 60 extra hot points for you. Hair is usually the first thing I look at)
  • A nice body (I’m talking healthy, I don’t only find people with six packs attractive. Contrary to popular belief I don’t just want a muscle meat head) 
  • Doesn’t have piercings (Unless it’s eyebrow, nose, lip, nipple, ears - those are okay) 
  • Tattoos (If you have tattoos I’m pretty sure I’ll disregard this entire list and like you)
  • Dry humor (I don’t know, if you have any type of humor that can make me laugh then go you. Dry humor is usually what makes me laugh the hardest)
  • Tall (This is basically just for bonus points. I mean if you’re short, that’s awesome too. I just prefer to be the little spoon :P)
  • Stylish (You don’t wear shitty Hollister shirts every day of your life and say you have swagger)
  • Emotional (I don’t want to be talking to a boring brick wall)
  • Someone who gets over the fact that I’m not that into the drinking/drug party scene (That’s okay if partying has a role in your life, I most likely would want to go along with you. But I’m not a fan of someone who chooses drugs and drinking over the people that matter most)
  • Honest (Self explanatory)
  • Enjoys taking adventures and going out together (I don’t want to be someone’s fuck buddy who just wants to have sex with me and then that’s as far as it goes. I want to build experiences, not just fuck)

I really don’t look for much, I just want someone nice looking and also humble.

Stealing this list because it’s perfect for me also. 

This about pretty much me to a T, although I’d definitely throw in:

  • Music - because lawd knows I need someone who appreciates my taste in audio, has their own amazing taste (these need not always overlap, but they should be complementary) and can expose me to sound I haven’t experienced before/never necessarily thought I’d enjoy

Yeah…

# myself important

Reblogged 3 months ago from finesoutherngents (Originally from diagnonsense) 38 notes
what is your ideal guy? from Anonymous

Oh man that notion has definitely changed over the years, but right now… I’d have to say someone I could just shoot the shit with all day long & not get bored out of my skull, kiss whenever I wanted & be kissed back, lie back with/rest on while we listen to mutually appreciated music, tell about my insecurities/fears without him making a huge deal but still managing to comfort me (even without words) and basically just co-exist with.

Of course, we’d go out heaps and be that couple that everyone knew was a couple, but no-one ever made it a ~thing~ so we could just have a neat time being part of the gang. We wouldn’t feel the need to constantly reaffirm our relationship in public, nor would we be by each others’ side 24/7, but he would always cross my mind & vice versa, so it would be sweet when we eventually met up again. He would be more like a life-long best friend than any form of ‘partner’ per se; we would get on as two people who mesh so well, that we would be together as if that’s how it had always been.

I mean, who knows? That’s what I envision at this moment in time and I sure as hell don’t see that changing anytime soon (nor do I hope it will), but life’s all about finding out what you want so we’ll see I guess…

Physically, though, I literally cannot go past Dionisio Heiderscheid.

# HAR HAR HAR LIKE THIS WILL EVER HAPPEN ... fucking hell someone please kill me what have I become myself anonymous

Posted 3 months ago 16 notes
Ultimately no, I’m not seeking out a relationship.I guess I was just entertaining the thought after having hung out with this person a fair bit and getting on well with them. When they asked me if I wanted to be boyfriends (they didn’t say that but ugh… h8 that terminology), I shyed away as I expected I would because I would prefer a relationship, but in the format of a close friendship without the label of boyfriend/BF/partner etc. I might want them in that capacity, but I don’t feel the need to voice it in so many words and I definitely feel pressured by those labels i.e. that ‘gotta keep contact every day, always checking up on each other, spending multitudes of time together’ mantra that seems to abide most relationships. I also DO NOT want someone who says shit like: “omg it’s gonna be the second best thing I’ve ever seen” “only second best? what’s first?” “you <3” and then posts it on facebook :/ Another aspect is that I think way too far forward in the future; I analyse how long the relationship might last, whether it’s worth changing my interactions & potentially jeopardising a great friendship for the sake of ~love~ and if I’ll be able to see them again if we do break up. So, in that respect, I also don’t think I’d be ready for a full-on, full-time romantic relationship because I’m not mature enough in the brain to have room, mainly mentally, to house another person’s feelings/thoughts/interests as well as my own.But I have those experiences with my friends, which is my whole thing: I just hate the whole ~exclusivity~ thing (not talking sexually here), the fact that having a boyfriend suddenly dominates everything else in your life. I’d rather have a casual relationship, neither too lax nor too demanding. Plus, I’d rather get into a relationship when I’m older and spend my younger years finding out what interests/challenges me about the world, rather than having my heart broken because I can’t commit and therefore are unsuitable relationship materia. I don’t think I’ll regret this; I’d much rather let the two of them be happy than try to make a move and fuck things up for everyone concerned. Wouldn’t be the first time c: Ugh I’ma stop talking now, goddamn~ View Larger

Ultimately no, I’m not seeking out a relationship.
I guess I was just entertaining the thought after having hung out with this person a fair bit and getting on well with them.

When they asked me if I wanted to be boyfriends (they didn’t say that but ugh… h8 that terminology), I shyed away as I expected I would because I would prefer a relationship, but in the format of a close friendship without the label of boyfriend/BF/partner etc. I might want them in that capacity, but I don’t feel the need to voice it in so many words and I definitely feel pressured by those labels i.e. that ‘gotta keep contact every day, always checking up on each other, spending multitudes of time together’ mantra that seems to abide most relationships. I also DO NOT want someone who says shit like: “omg it’s gonna be the second best thing I’ve ever seen” “only second best? what’s first?” “you <3” and then posts it on facebook :/

Another aspect is that I think way too far forward in the future; I analyse how long the relationship might last, whether it’s worth changing my interactions & potentially jeopardising a great friendship for the sake of ~love~ and if I’ll be able to see them again if we do break up. So, in that respect, I also don’t think I’d be ready for a full-on, full-time romantic relationship because I’m not mature enough in the brain to have room, mainly mentally, to house another person’s feelings/thoughts/interests as well as my own.
But I have those experiences with my friends, which is my whole thing: I just hate the whole ~exclusivity~ thing (not talking sexually here), the fact that having a boyfriend suddenly dominates everything else in your life. I’d rather have a casual relationship, neither too lax nor too demanding.

Plus, I’d rather get into a relationship when I’m older and spend my younger years finding out what interests/challenges me about the world, rather than having my heart broken because I can’t commit and therefore are unsuitable relationship materia. I don’t think I’ll regret this; I’d much rather let the two of them be happy than try to make a move and fuck things up for everyone concerned. Wouldn’t be the first time c:

Ugh I’ma stop talking now, goddamn~

# myself anonymous

Posted 3 months ago 7 notes

Active Child at Oxford Art Factory, or How my über-shitty night turned into a divine one (and back again)

I shall summarise in dot-point form, because I’m obscenely tired and full sentences would only serve to highlight this fact:

  • found out at work that trackwork was delaying all trains this evening
  • decided to drive in myself after hearing about flat-rate parking stations
  • hyped myself up with a Red Bull on the way
  • got to the city, only to find the majority of the roads I needed to use blocked off for Chinese New Year
  • swore like a sailor and then appealed to TomTom’s guidance to save me
  • or at least attempt to; every road it led me down was either blocked off or a dead end
  • finally made it to the parking station, only to have the person in front of me let in and a big red CARPARK FULL symbol flash across the ticket machine’s screen when I tried to get in
  • cursed to hell and back, reversed out and spent 45 minutes trying to find another parking station or roadside parking space
  • after finally finding a spot, the ticket machine didn’t work and so I was forced to park even further away (allowed until 10pm only)
  • by this time, Oliver Tank had already long since taken the stage and I was left wandering the nameless streets of Darlinghurst trying to find Oxford St.
  • my endless meandering eventually landed me at Oxford Art and I got inside just in time to hear the closing notes of Last Night I Heard Everything In Slow Motion (now of It’s time. fame)
  • nearly cried with frustration
  • said fuck this and went out to bum a smoke
  • wolfed down an extremely cheesy burger, but couldn’t find a bathroom for nearly 25 minutes
  • realised I should head back and re-entered to the strains of Hanging On
  • melted away into a puddle on the floor
  • stood back to avoid the constant stream of chatter from imbecilic morons on the ground level (WHO THE ACTUAL FUCK TALKS THROUGH THE ENTIRETY OF AN ACTIVE CHILD GIG JESUS H. CHRIST)
  • floated away on Pat Grossi’s impregnating vocals nonetheless
  • watched as his white shirt became increasingly soaked in sweat and therefore transparent…
  • shattered into a million filaments the moment he began Way Too Fast
  • lost those 5-6 minutes of my life because I was floating on the ceiling and in pieces on the floor all at once (transported to another realm you see)
  • cheered like an insanely composed hyena, grinning wider than my mouth would allow while tears of pure joy shone out on my cheeks
  • waited for the encore (people actually kept on leaving when he took the stage again, while I was in the corner nearly dead), which was an incredible two-song set of I’m In Your Church At Night and the instrumental Ivy
  • bought the vinyl of You Are All I See for violent clutching purposes
  • put the album on as I drove home, only to get back and have the first words out of my mother’s mouth destroy any feeling of goodwill I could conjure after such a terribly good night: “NOT SO LOUD STEFAN, HONESTLY SOME PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO SLEEP, HAVE YOU BEEN DRINKING!?”
  • yes mother, I drove 1+ hour from the city of Sydney drunk
  • that is exactly what happened
  • *sigh*
  • time for an amazing sleep, goodnight

# it really was a fucking AMAZING night let it be said Active Child music myself

Posted 4 months ago 9 notes