I guess in a way I am a little thankful how busy I have been.

The past few weeks, I found myself pretty emotional... Half the time I just wanted to indulge in literature. Let myself appreciate the beauty of words, the power of language, and honestly, to escape into their world for a bit. The other half of the time, I just felt like lying in bed with my ipod plugged in and stare at my freshly painted walls.

But that’s so indulgent.

It is hard for me to settle down to pray... so difficult to clear my mind of what I have to do, what I have yet to do, the future, the present... Guess I am worrying a lot.

My internship robbed me of some things but it reignite in me certain passion.

I have not touched art for quite some time. One could say I have lost touch with it. One day, I just decided to treat myself to some art. Some people find retail therapy to be one of the best thing on earth, but it has never been that gratifying for me. Let’s just say that the satisfaction is too short-lived.

Going to the museums, soaking in every moment, appreciating every sight, criticizing some, falling head over heels over some works... it felt like I was meeting an old flame. I have to admit that the curatorship at NAMOS is sooo much better now. For once, history felt alive in Singapore.

Being an ALO for M1sff and meeting the artists challenged me to pick up visual arts again. I am not sure how to go about doing it but what I appreciate when I talked to them was the honesty that the wealth that comes along with it is not awesome but there’s so much that art can communicate so don’t let that stop you.

Talking to people about art, meeting all these vibrant, crazy people who survive on just as little sleep and food when kept busy... how do I say this without sounding mad...


... I felt at home...