Last night, I discovered how incredible the flash on my camera is. It lit up the entire Forum.

So Kimya was great. Some of her songs just made me feel very quiet, and some of my faves like Bobby-O and Alphabutt, made me happy. I like her brand of activism… that making a changes doesn’t really involve pointing a finger at other people, but looking inwards, towards me. I want to write more songs. I will write more songs, and not care if I think they are good or not.

(Sneak peek is the first picture: a stack of cut and printed Instagram pictures from Newcastle. It’s going to be pretty…)



Met up with Grace late-ish yesterday. It was inspiring and comforting to catch up with a friend you’ve known since you were 13. The initial place we wanted to check out had a cover charge, so we ended up just walking around the city trying to find a nice spot to go. After a recommendation from Nuwan, we set off to find the Hairy Canary.

Before we reached the address though, we found this warm, spacious lounge with lots of couches, and even a food menu. We had found Hairy Canary’s sister bar, Hairy Little Sista. We decided to quickly check out Hairy Canary three doors up, and found it packed full of Saturday night yuppie revellers. Definitely not. We hurried back to the previous bar, and threw ourselves onto a comfy brown velvet couch. 

Talk was supplemented with lemongrass tea, hot chocolate and eggplant chips. We had the nicest barman/waiter (?) too, all smiley and friendly. Nuwan and his sister joined us a later, and I think we all agree that the bar was a hit. 240 Little Collins St, if you’re looking for it. 

It was a really good Saturday night. It had all the right stuff – Malaysian food for dinner, a movie, hot chocolates and lovely people. Again and again, I am reminded how blessed I am.