Recently, I was asked where I inherited my love of music from: mum or dad? All along, my bro and I are convinced we got dad's brains and mum's neurotic ways. But undeniably, it's from mum that I've inherited this intense interest for music and movies.

Today I demo'd my ipod to mum by sticking a earplug in each of our ears, and playing music for her. While listening to Tatu's cover of the Smiths' How Soon is Now, it struck me as surreal that mum is listening to a Russian girl pop duo singing a song by one of my favourite bands. I looked over and asked her if she liked the music, and she nodded yes. So we just sat there quietly, having a mother-daughter bonding session of sorts.