I got my hands on a vintage penguin book. It was sitting on di’s white table and I stole it when she abandoned me for assam laksa, bingo and the high seas. She has since returned and is very much in love with Phuket.

I have come to realise that silence (at home) bounces off the walls like tennis balls when nobody is around. But they don’t come in bright colours (like yellow and wilson!) and they sneak in whenever no one is watching. With that, I am extremely grateful for company in the likes of a dopod(0), david desrosiers, dslrs and dvds that are now long overdue. I have a habit of over-procrastinating like that.

It has also been raining crazy over here. Crazy falls, rushes down like manic little parachute peoples and floods underground tunnels only to kill my birks. Which also means I have to slip and slide home and carry my white plastic umbrella with tiny holes in them (rat-bitten holes, maybe). So let it slip and slide while I sleep. slip slide slope Please. Sometimes the things I hear around me are so funny that I laugh out loud. Lol. (That acronym irks me!) Let’s play games.

In the midst of talks about christmas dinners (kl!), family bbqs and nursery rhymes, I sorted through old footage that have been piling up in my dslr, went through interview pictures, ran in the rain, processed more old photos and played with a bass guitar in my mind.

More here.

Musicians with perfect (hey dad, look at me) harmonies and ivories and old-fashioned top hats make my feel fourteen again.

Hello Eddie! Simple Plan says hi + thank you for jamming to their songs.