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I’m not sure how to start anymore.

Making art shouldn’t be a conscious effort since the boundaries of art and life are often blurred. But with my constant pursuit to carve a career and my disillusionment that maybe, just maybe, I could change the world in a small little way through my job, I’ve forgone art. 

Of days where I pored over books, toyed new concepts, allowed sketches and ideas to spill freely through the pages of my sketchbook – where have they gone? The weight of my full-time job brings nothing but exhaustion upon nightfall, and the body is unable to resist the temptation to sink into slumber. Is it my fault that something I once took pride in now requires effort that is beyond me? What wouldn’t I give to be able to make art without restraint again?


A recent trip to Bangkok (before the protests started, thank goodness!) triggered a strange trip down memory lane. How ironic that being in a foreign country should bring fond memories of my Singapore-based past!

At Suan Lum Night Bazaar, I encountered a classic VW van parked in corner, choked full of goodies from my childhood. Its interiors were lined with faded comics books in their pop-art inspired glory and the van was doused with warm yellow light – inviting and cosy.



With much glee, I recognised familiar items from the plethora of knick knacks laid out. Colour pieces of tikam-tikam were in clear containers, gleaming like translucent plastic jewels. Wrapped candy of all shades and shapes looked too pretty to eat, sticks of flavoured cigarettes laid side-by-side innocently in the midst of everything else – it was certainly a visual feast for the eyes.



Everything looked so sacharinely sweet and colourful, I must have gotten tooth decay just looking at the spread. It would be extremely tacky to say I felt like a child again, but truth be told, I was grinning like a six-year old.



Chatuchajak Weekend Market also unravelled some old school magic in this quaint store tucked in the hustle and bustle of fervent bargaining and activity.



I found toy cameras, kaleidoscopes, windmills, plastic planes and old card games. But what amused me the most was this stencil ruler hidden under all the other toys.



As a child, I must have entertained myself to no end by stenciling repeated patterns of swirls. Just looking at the stencil ruler, I really appreciated the simplicity of the item – it’s nothing spectacular, honestly. It does not rely on batteries, it is two-dimensional and consists of an acrylic sheet and edged grooves.

The sheets of drawings produced with the ruler during my younger days only reminded me how much more complex life has become. And it is probably pointless lamenting how things are so much more different now, but that warm, fuzzy feeling of having these toys at my fingertips again – absolutely priceless.


Such Great Heights by The Postal Service

I am thinking it’s a sign that the freckles
In our eyes are mirror images and when
We kiss they’re perfectly aligned
And I have to speculate that God himself
Did make us into corresponding shapes like
Puzzle pieces from the clay
True, it may seem like a stretch, but
Its thoughts like this that catch my troubled
Head when you’re away when I am missing you to death
When you are out there on the road for
Several weeks of shows and when you scan
The radio, I hope this song will guide you home

They will see us waving from such great
Heights, ‘come down now,’ they’ll say
But everything looks perfect from far away,
‘come down now,’ but we’ll stay…

I tried my best to leave this all on your
Machine but the persistent beat it sounded
Thin upon listening
That frankly will not fly. you will hear
The shrillest highs and lowest lows with
The windows down when this is guiding you home



How come I end up where I started
How come I end up where I went wrong
Won’t take my eyes off the ball again
You reel me out then you cut the string

Oh Mr Yorke, you’re brilliant, you know that?



Mogwai creates musical landscapes so vastly unrestrained. To paint pictures with sound, only they do it best.



I ended twenty-o-eight questioning myself this.