I’ve been waiting for you. The cruelty of April dragged on till the end of June then of course June had to leave its paw prints all over July. Still, Dear July, I’m glad you’re finally here. ‘Cos I get happier and it shows.
July babies get this way I think. Or so she says. *winks*
There’s a girl I’ve been thinking of but I’m too proud to tell her ‘cos that’s just not my style. So Damien Rice sings it for me. Then I realise, standing in the drizzling rain and listening to Damien Rice while I think of the girl I refuse to talk to is a tad depressing so the playlist is swiftly changed to happy tunes by Kings of Convenience and they only remind me of another girl. Music and girls, connections that are too easy to link when one’s trying to will time to pass one by. Oh you bloody emo Cancerian!
On a different note, another connection that has been very close to my heart is fading away blatantly before my eyes. Words like ‘pop by’ piss me off so easily. The lack of understanding. The desire to wanna just say ‘oh go fuck yourselves ‘cos I need my space anyway’ becomes rudely strong at times like these.
I need people who just get it. Where are those people? A friend jumps up and down waving her skinny arms to indicate her presence. Hallelujah, I see your hand.
The long anticipated semblance to life is starting to form. Grainy at the edges but it’s good enough for now while I watch on with glee like a child who sees a rainbow for the first time.
Yet another coming out affair. How does one come to terms with the things one never knew they needed when they’re miraculously lined up right there. Miraculously, I say. Prayers work, obviously, ‘cos look, there they all are, the things I need.
*smiles*
I quote Morissette, “And life has a funny way of helping you out when
you think everything’s gone wrong and everything blows up in your face.”
The lined up things I need, are not blowing up per se but still… it’s nice to know when the things that bug me the most are sorting themselves out. The way He promised they would, in good time.
Thank You God.
I uploaded a new cover to be downloaded.. Above & Beyond’s “Alone Tonight” has always had a special place in my heart. So…
Iris Judotter – Alone Tonight (Above & Beyond cover) | Download
(Right-Click, Save-As to download)
~Enjoy.
XoXo,
Iris
And the Judotter FINALLY posts a new podcast…
About time.
I featured two tracks on the 4th installment of my podcasts.
Second album contender, “Moth To Flame” and “We Loved (Like Love Was A Religion)”. Both tracks were inspired by an ex lover whose name shall remain unmentioned for the good of my heart.
An unscheduled encounter with the unmentioned ex inspired a whole barrage of poems, drawings which are more like doodles really (refer to picture below) and a long string of tragic love songs (most of which will not end up in the album on the grounds of being too depressing).
“Moth To Flame” has instantly become one of my favourite tracks in the upcoming album. I’ve been crazily obsessed with the tragically romantic notion of how moths are attracted to flame. Much like how most of us are, similarly, to our unhealthy love lives. Nothing thrills a depressingly dark singer songwriter the way tragic romantic notions do. So writing a song with that premise in mind was quite a breeze.
“We Loved (Like Love Was A Religion)” was a branch of a poem I wrote previously titled “Home”. My favourite line from that poem which did not end up on the song is, “If home is where my heart is, my home is you…”
Pee did a fabulous piece of work with that poem and the picture of it is permanently pinned on my blog. I shall leave it there till we come up with another collaboration. Soon, I hope!
“Don’t commit to anyone or anything until your heart settles down a little. There’s nothing wrong with indecision. True understanding takes time.”
How true.
I like taking pictures. I’m no photographer. I dabble.
Here are some of snap shots that have struck a chord.
So close to my heart: No parking, please.
Not so plain tees from Hair Pride Boutique.
The first sunset I spied on this year.
Another Christmas morning without Missy.
How old is your school?
Sometimes, it’s not all trash. Just sometimes.
Those legs and that face! OMG. She is yummy.
Long skinny limbs, I like.
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