a bit of dignity would be nice

Posted in thoughts on August 17, 2008 by irisjudotter
Tania posted ‘IS China Vs WAS China’ on FB the other day..
I don’t think I’ll ever be able to come to terms with the laughable idea of imported talent giving SG a better shot at getting medals at the Olympics.
So what if we suck at Sports?
It’d be so much more dignified to have born and bred Singaporean atheletes losing than have other countries’ sloppy seconds fight our battles.

Can you imagine Beckham playing for USA in the world cup?
Yeah, neither can I.

 

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Posted in haha on August 14, 2008 by irisjudotter

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oh fever..

Posted in Uncategorized on August 14, 2008 by irisjudotter

If a splitting headache and a volatile temperature can’t guarantee sleep, despite the manic pill popping, I don’t know what can. Apparently 2 panadols after a few alcoholic drinks and a glass of coke could, for a good 15 minutes.

I woke to the screaming Sam Sparro ringtone on my phone. When Sam Sparro screams ‘black and gold… black and gold… black and gold…’ on my phone, it can only mean Soo’s calling. We met up after she knocked off for a drink in my hood. I went home to down a can of coke and ONE pill (’cos I think it’s highly possible to OD on panadol extra and that’s just a pathetic way to die), trying desperately to re-enact the soporific effect the combo had on me hours before. It didn’t work this time which would explain this whiny blog entry. TMD.

Gig at Geek today was a disaster. Sound was SO bad and nothing kills my energy like bad sound. I couldn’t feel the songs, I couldn’t take them seriously, I was silently sighing my flailing lungs away in between songs. *frowns* The whole ’sing-at-every-show-like-it’s-your-last-show’ philosophy wasn’t something I could subscribe to today. I’m fevering. Enthusiasm for ANYTHING is at its all time low. Someone hand me a blade to slash my throat with, please.

Oh Fever.. like all the women in my life, you torture me so.

get dirty with a friend

Posted in tv on August 13, 2008 by irisjudotter

Do you miss your f.r.i.e.n.d.s? I do.
Start digging, dig deeper.

Dirt, a TV Drama Series revolving around a tabloid magazine starring our favourite OCD friend, Courteney Cox who plays editor in chief dishing out secrets of the rich-and-famous hollywood. You know how we always love the sexy villains? Courteney Cox is oh-so-yummy in her bitchy shoes!

She still has the best arms in the business.

induced laughter

Posted in art, haha on August 12, 2008 by irisjudotter

When you reach a certain age, you’ll find that you need so much more to induce laughter.
These make me laugh when I’m not youtubing for singing dogs to make me smile.


David Shrigley - Executioner


David Shrigley - balloon


David Shrigley - A Swan

For more of his work, go to www.davidshrigley.com.

i’m punkin’ y’all

Posted in art, haha on August 11, 2008 by irisjudotter

Sweetheart of the year calls me the original prankster and I’m definitely so.
While looking at David Shrigley’s photography collection, Dom and I came up with an idea for a prank in tribute to the laughter that Shrigley’s art has given us. Tune in and wait… Singapore, you’re in for something.

This will be a national joke.

XoXo,
Iris Judotter
Lesbian singer/original prankster

a l d r i n @ z o u k

Posted in friends, music on August 10, 2008 by irisjudotter

Aldrin absolutely rocks.
Seriously.
I haven’t danced and jumped without smoking for 3 straight hours in a long, long time.
When one gets high on music, nicotine becomes unnecessary.
Ronnieboo declared Aldrin to be Singapore’s very own Tiesto. Heh.

The reality of being in my (god forbid) late twenties is apparent the moment the music stops.
Aching back, legs, knees, toes.

We didn’t even camwhore as much (’cos music was THAT good).
My frosted pink camera is screaming for an outing.

the contradicting affair…

Posted in Love, friends, music on August 8, 2008 by irisjudotter

All the tragedies must happen before the show.
It’s a general rule.
Magnolia and I rushed back to my place ‘cos being the goldfish-brained person that I am, I forgot to bring my CDs and her books for the event. *smacks forehead a million times*

I miss hanging out with Magnolia. She’s probably one of the best people I know who can make me laugh. I wouldn’t want to imagine us going on a roadtrip together. It will be fun but also catastrophic. We are the kind of people who repeat emo tracks to induce bitterness in ourselves. Ha! What a laugh that roadtrip would be. Especially if we’re stocked up on caffeine.

The event turned out great! My first emo song (’Honey, Are You Okay?’), as applauded as it was, bored me by the time I was in the middle of the first verse. I guess some songs don’t work as well live as they were recorded. ‘You’re the Song In My Head’, my favourite live song of all time gave me a high. The live-performance-high. THAT was good.

Magnolia’s reading was brilliant. I smiled and agreed with most of her ‘I’m not a good gay’. ‘The government censored my G-Spot gay’ is my fave.

I… am an emo gay.

Proceeded to Toca, my second home with my lesbian comrades, we drank ourselves silly and I still don’t know why we did that. The shots and the bombs. Why do we intoxicate ourselves that way? Someone asked if we usually get that violent when we’re high on alcohol; the smacking and pinching of butts/boobs/whatever we can grab.

I think, it’s a female thing. *shrugs*

Feel kinda bad I didn’t get to hang out with my sweetheart of the year much today. But we’ll catch up in the most ungodly hours at the coffeeshop in our hood. That’s how we hang. My irregular routine activities comfort me.

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i’m yours

Posted in music on August 6, 2008 by irisjudotter

Jason Mraz was in town for Singfest and being the geek that I can be, I wrote on my CD:

Dear Jason,

“I’m Yours”

Love,
Iris

Then got Soo to pass it to him.
So, Mraz now has me in his CD collection. How cool is that? Hee!

While I thought that was cool…
Soo passed him her copy of my CD cover and he wrote this to me..

Oh Mraz… I’m yours.