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ContraDiction – the shape of things to come

The lesbian singer is pleased that she did ContraDiction (again). Part of Indignation… ContraDiction V, curated by Dominic Chua, Ng Yi-Sheng and Jasmine Seah (Magnolia Superhero) is the literary branch of the yearly local LGBT festival.

I was particularly fond of Jasmine’s “The Shape of Things to Come” and Tania de Rozario’s “My Jericho”. Both blew me away, suitably so. 

The delivery of Jas’ poem in her sexy voice (and shiny shoes – Millie & Millicent) gave it an extra oomph, convincing me that “…if as they say, that love is endless then we will be endless…” Sweet.

Also present for the event is my favourite munchkin, Amanda Tee who sang us two songs. Not underaged anymore but still oh-so-cute in her royal blue shirt and long and somewhat girlish locks, she rocked. (I shall need to hijack a picture from Munchkin #2, Nicole’s collection).

My contribution this year, are two pre-arranged tracks that will be included in the upcoming album (It Could Be So Easy). The two very sing-along-able songs are “No One Ever Told Me” (hear it on www.myspace.com/judotter) and “Something Like” (will be featured in a future podcast in time to come).

There are a few things that I’m lining up for the rest of 2009. One of which is a project that Tara has graciously agreed to be my partner in crime for. A project she fondly refers to as “The Vagazine”. I think it’s got to do with her obsession with words beginning with the letter ‘V’. You know, ‘V’ for… va va voom. *grins*

2009 has been a year of adventures, truly. I quote my last blog entry from 2008. The one anticipating 2009.

“2009. I’m not entirely sure what I’m expecting of it. However, I’m pretty sure the challenges will be at an astronomical level. The plans are all laid out, fresh and waiting to be conquered. This bird’s eye view of the big picture is overwhelmingly daunting.”

So there. I KNEW 2009 would be an interestingly challenging year.

First of all, I fell in love. (Quite an unexpected turn of events for the patron grinch for love.)

AND, I would very much like to release the second album this year, despite my immense distaste for deadlines, it would be nice to make it a 2009 album. “It Could Be So Easy” is clearly not that easy when it’s being produced by the most anal retentive music producer I know.

Also… I’m lining up some upcoming live gigs. Shall update more details when everything is set in stone and when blood oaths have been made. I’ll tell all. *winks*

I am, with her hand in mine, excited, about the shape of things to come.

one.month.

Happy One Month Baby.
I love you.

our new baby – nugget

The new addition.
He’s cute as hell,
mini furball of terror
and
he whines,
a lot.

Introducing the new one (the naughty one)… Nugget.



Yes, he’s quite the mommy’s boy.
And he knows it.

we went gaga.

It’s seriously hot when a singer (bisexual, might I add) swears obnoxiously on stage.

“Scream you motherf*ckers!!” when amplified over 20 speakers, broke the stifling Singaporean air. It felt liberating, and for a moment I thought of how it would be highly amusing if Lady Gaga was fined for swearing in a National Park. (‘Cos it’s apparently against the law to swear in National Parks and that act would result in a $50 fine. I kid you not.)

NEW PAPER covers would read… Lady Gaga fined $50 for swearing in local public park. Then she can go on the rest of her tour and use that as an anecdote for future gigs. How the sunny but stuffy island fined her for swearing in the presence of prepubescent fans.

But you know what… she might get away with it anyway. I mean, the woman was wearing a fire engine red micro mini leather outfit and a platinum blonde wig. Hot.

We danced ‘cos the lady did scream “Just dance!!” several times. She knew how to work the crowd, not ‘cos it’s part of the chorus but ‘cos she could. So we did. We danced, followed the bass drum like a bunch of rats out of Hamelin and sang along to the killer riffs.

Her acoustic rendition of “Poker Face” was complete with bubble wrap dress (if you even call that a dress) and a bubble filled digital piano. The same piano she used and abused with her stilettos at one point. Then with one foot on the bench, and one on the ground, she convinced us how singing and looking provocatively sexy isn’t an urban legend, it’s real. And that, that position, if done excessively, can be achieved effortlessly as she had tonight.

The one thing that would have made the night perfect was a screen to show off her outrageous make up and her wearable art, up close. Ron, Cassiepoo and Pam had on uber long lashes in neon just for Gaga. Cute.

Still, kudos to LAMC productions for bringing in yet another brilliantly amazing act.

High as a kite (on music?), the lady proclaimed her love for Singapore and chili crabs, several times. Throughout the night, in her raspy, suggestively panting voice. *winks* That’s hot. When the bisexual singer proclaimed her love for gay boys (*raises hand and screams, “me! me!”*), that’s even hotter.

We went gaga.

P.S, It doesn’t hurt that throughout the gig, I was constantly showered with kisses by the one who makes my heart dance a happy dance. *beams*

our cat

According to my girlfriend, her cat is my cat too. So here she is, our cat.
Sitting in her newfound favourite spot (of that day), the laundry basket.

the girl stops my world.

Life is actually a series of moments and in between those moments are blocks, not empty but relatively bare. Blocks of “half-voids”, and that time is spent waiting around for a moment to happen.

Then it happened, the moment we respect and follow like a couple of lovelorn teenagers. Like love for the first time, we’re unstoppable. My feet that have grown too fond of running, my heart that’s unable to stay still now have a reason to lie with her and forget the world while the hours go by around us.

A song emerges; a love song that doesn’t end in tears.

I catch myself in moments where I smile to myself at the thought of her, heart racing in anticipation for the next text, the next call, the next time I see her, the next time our lips meet and I melt with her.

Ini ialah cinta yang saya menunggukan.

Her smile tells me it’s okay, her hands keep me safe. The world, suddenly presented to me in its perfect beauty simply ‘cos the girl is mine, all mine, as I’m hers, all hers.

She stops my world.

—

P.S,
Yes, I’m being super sappy emo cancerian ‘cos I’m so in love. *beams* I’m a happy puppy around her and I think it shows.

THAT coffee

It’s daunting the way two very pivotal events take place on the same day but that fits my idea of a balanced world. You win some, you lose some. Fortunately, the winnings strongly outweigh the losses this time, in most ways. There’s no use battling what I can’t live with so I pull the plug in full Judotter fashion, I’m done. That being said, while one journey ends, the other begins and I’m taking that one on with a wide grin on my face, smug even.

The double yellow lines I drew around me slowly disappeared and became of no importance whenever she’s around. Strange feeling this is. Strange but very comfortable and driven by a kind of desire that’s pure and untainted by my various deadly sins. And while fear attempts to build a wall of defense around me, the way it usually does, it’s been futile and uneventful. Sorry fear, better luck next time.

Excuse me… are we…? Oh yes, we are and I’m happy. For the first time in a long time, I am. ‘Cos her hands fit mine, just fine.

get it.

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.

april’s end

April has FINALLY reached its end. give yourself a pat on the shoulder for surviving this painful month. I know I did. I did more than just pat myself on the shoulder, I uploaded a new podcast!

 
My desire to be on the other continent is quite apparent. I’ve been pretty hung up on honesty lately. Nothing tugs my heartstrings the way honesty does so I decided to re-evaluate the album. It needs to be more honest. I need it to be oozing of honesty. Bare and honest. The way music should be. As close to the bone as possible. I hope.

Dishonesty, is like a disease.

I found out recently that I am officially 2 people away from Katherine Heigl.
No shit.

Caroline worked with Jason Behr (Roswell) who was engaged to Katherine Heigl (Grey’s Anatomy). I know, I know.. She’s obviously too good for him.

Me best friend >	Caroline worked with >	Jason Behr  dated >	Katherine Heigl

That’s my silver lining for April.