Thank you, Jane Birkin

Yesterday yes a day like any day, Alone again for every day, Seemed the same sad way
to pass the day, The sun went down without me, Suddenly someone else has touched my shadow, He said: Hello

Yesterday yes a day like any day, Alone again for every day, Seemed the same sad way
he tried to say, What did you do without me, Why are you crying alone on your shadow He said: I know

Yesterday yes a day like any day, Alone again for every day, Seemed the same sad way to pass the day, The sun went down without you, Falling me in his arms I become his shadow, He said: Let's go

Yesterday yes a day like any day, Alone again for every day, Seemed the same sad way, To pass the day, Living my life without him, Don't let him go away he's found my shadow, Don't let him go

Yesterday yes a day, but today, No I don't care if others say, It's the same sad way to pass the day, Cause they all live without it, Without making love in the shadows,

Today I know.

Uncle Real for BCB

Just to mark himself as the man of his words, Uncle Real quickly whipped this up for me, a promise after a super buzy week and constant pouting irritation.

This is my fave character of the lot, partly due to watching Uncle Real toying it in process and my insignificant contribution to the extra long sleeves, my all time pet peeves.

I shall call him Mr Lame. Mr Lame wasn't born for me. It's an original character for Point Blanc's new album, coming out this June. Look out for it.

For more of UR, look right side under My World.

Quit asking

If you ask me what to say, I really don’t know.
If you ask me what I want, will be better that you tell me so
If you ask me what’s tomorrow, I’ll tell you to look at the sky
If you ask me anymore, what else can I do but to play dead on the floor.

Noise

I’m starting to get tired of my business and the business of being around people.

It is weary but inevitable.

Recently, I make a point to record new things that I learnt. For first quarter, it is about communication.

Communications. Communications?
Haven’t I been doing that in the last 30 years in life?
Yes and no. It is nothing new but today, it feels brand new.

I realize people just can’t stop talking, and I am no exception to this vanity. Opinions, comments, judgements and the ever popular temprement of rants. For ad people, it’s three notches louder. There is so much going on and if you are curious to feel what it’s like, keep still for 10 seconds. That noise will turn into a buzz and that buzz is just like that split second before you puke. Always, almost at the verge of this unspeakable act, my regular thought bubble will save the day.

Sitted on a museum bench in the middle of an empty room, looking at a huge piece of Jackson Pollock.

That’s real. It is therepeutic, it is gentle.

This exchange is communication.

Uncle Real & Me

"Why you always hang out with girls? You like them or you wanna be one of them?"