Happier.

You've got such a way with words
I'm at a loss
Pulling ideas out of my head,
out of my ear,
here they come

Violet candy on the floor
So now you know I think in purples
and reds and hues of blue
Spin spin spin
Into words of love
Or was it rejection
Now I'm confused

Don't speak and don't move
Don't speak and don't move
Don't speak
Oh so it does get better,
it does get better after all.

I'll be coming over

Things to do on a rainy day

1. Read Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami and listen to the original track by the Beatles. Feeling an inexplicable need to draft letters, crying, or feeling nostalgic is allowed and encouraged.

2. Eat grapes. Eat anything, but preferably, grapes.

3. Watch Gene Kelly prance around in a wet suit and umbrella with Debbie Reynolds in Singin' in the Rain

4. Have breakfast food for lunch, dinner and supper. And by breakfast food, I mean bacon and waffles. (Breakfast itself is forfeited for the obligatory late morning sleep-in)

5. Play all the songs you know how to in the world on guitar. Play them all again when you run out. Fall asleep in your bed and sleep like a cat.


That is all :)

A Very Glee Spiel

I admire anyone who is able to carry off a sheath tube dress without looking like a frump/slut. Afterall, Françoise Sagan once said that a dress makes no sense unless it inspires men to take it off you (cheeky!)

Inspite of how much I'm SUPPOSED to loathe Glee with its impossibly drab script and lack of musical originality, I don't. I hate to admit that instead of watching 'intellectual' TV series like CSI or The Mentalist, I pretty much followed the Quinn/Finn + Quinn/Puck + Quinn/Sam drama from start to end! Who can hate such good looking people with good chops?! (most of the time...)

What can I say, hearing Lea's voice gives me the chills. And I can't wait for the season to continue :)

(you will seek me and you will find me (in the wasteland of your mind

Did I mention, THE MAN HIMSELF, is coming to town? An intimate gig at Timbre. The thought of being in the presence of such a legend is spine tingling.

Found a weathered copy of The Bob Dylan Chronicles Volume I at the bottom of my side-table library (for less than twenty from the One Page bookfair!) and flipped through it this morning. Couldn't be more stoked! We're talking about the guy who has been a revolutionary figure in folk, blues and rock and roll music, been inducted into countless halls of fame AND won the pulitzer prize for his impact on music today. If there was a great American musician, it would no doubt be him.


I know I'm ranting but I can't really stop.

BOB DYLAN, GUYS! BOB DYLAN!

On beautiful tatts.

'Everything was beautiful & nothing hurt.'

(The ever-witty) Kurt Vonnegut

Waxing lyrical on polaroids

Five different events in 2010, but all of them brilliant. Especially the last one... Weep, all you Temper Trap fans!

Procrastination nearly always gets the better of me... When I shoot a roll of film, don't expect it to get developed anytime soon. Chances are, it'll take me anywhere from a month to half a year to bring them to a proper photography place, and spend another month sitting in the shop till an irate photo developer calls me up and demands that I pick it up.

While sifting through thick stacks of polaroids has been nostalgic (and I wish I could return to those moments... Sydney for Hillsong conference, or listening to the acoustic version of Fader by TT one more time), it gets me excited about what's gonna happen this year as well. Feeling pretty optimistic at the moment and I don't know why! That's a good thing... right?

Till next!

Old Rickety House

How can anyone not like Leslie Feist? She is magic, in the form of a voice and a guitar.

We go together (like rama lama lama ke ding a de dinga dong)

Perry (so named because it rhymes with cherry) meets Holly.

At first, Holly feels slightly inferior due to the bright and sparkly, candy-apple red varnish worn by Perry, as compared to her plain-jane oak finish. However, as ukuleles and baby electric guitars always do, they eventually work it out and become the best of friends.

The end.




Wilde (so named because he looks nothing like Oscar) does get a mention for being a calefare in this extraordinary story. He appears in the background, adorned with cheap red stickers. ILU, story-telling guitars :)

A feast of a read

'What is an oyster if not the perfect food? It requires no preparation or cooking. Cooking would be an affront. It provides its own sauce. It appears on your plate as God created it; raw, unadorned.'

Beautiful prose! Even for a 50-something sardonic, bitter, chain-smoking cook.

Reading Kitchen Confidential now and it's shocking. The Chuck Palahniuk of chef biographies. Shall never order fish on mondays again, thanks to Tony. Besides the long spiels about LSD addictions and emulating the phrase 'drunk as a skunk' in adolescent anecdotes, Bourdain manages to be surprisingly witty and eloquent. Being Executive chef in one of NY'S acclaimed restaurants, appearing in numerous travel logs and hurling one-liner insults over one's shoulders with ease can't be easy. The badass, old-man charm doesn't hurt either.

Work so far has been swell, if a bit tiring! Till next time :)

Song for the sleepless

Sunday morning
A festivity in bed,
Another visit to the sandman
White powder for your eyes
and the insides of your mind

In beautiful slumber
on clouds far away,
We all carouse in escapism
In this space called the heart

I dream in hues
Such unexpected chromism,
too hard to leave
I lie awake
in the inside of my mind

A box of matchsticks, an Ipod, and twelve hours in a car.

KL 2010! A short shopping vacation with the family which was pretty snazzy. Though the disastrous trip there with multiple jams only jolted mom's nerves and made all of us go nearly ballisticimus. Have a low tolerance for confined spaces and Deep Purple blasting from the car radio! But all in all, it was a great time of bonding, scoffing food and shopping.

Spend the last few days of 2010 reading lots of Chuck Palahniuk novels at home and watching Big Bang Theory (so fricking brilliant) instead of partying. 2011 beckons new resolutions, delving into the working world headfirst, and hopefully more maturity!

Today was my first day at work and I did three useful things;

1) Open up the company's letterbox to get mail
2) Set up my new work email account
3) Pasted price tag stickers on CDs

The other 5 or 6 hours were spent playing with a colleague's adorable son, checking facebook and hanging around the studio whilst playing guitar. Which is no less than what I do at home. Swine is I!

I also used my first pay envelope to buy Rocky Horror Show floor seats for next Friday. Stoked to do the time warp wheeheehee. Hopefully, Hossan Leong would not ruin the show by attempting to infuse some, um, 'Asian flava' into Richard O'Brien's classic rock n' roll musical.

Happy New Year everybody!