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Last Sunday was, well, very sunny indeed.

Peh saw me trying to shield my eyes from the sun’s glare with my hand as we stood side by side at the road junction, waiting for the lights to turn green.

Before I knew it, he was standing right in front of me, looking into my eyes and smiling. And I had all the shade I needed.

Oh, the sweet little things that he does.


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Spotted this young lady at the neighbourhood lottery shop some days ago.

Clad in a tight t-shirt and a pair of hot pants, she stood out in the crowd of middle-aged “uncles” and “aunties” who were queuing for their turn to place their bets for the Lunar New Year big prize.

February 14th happened to be the 15th day of the Lunar New Year, which marks the end of the festive celebrations. And it coincided with Valentine’s Day.

And for those dreaming of a windfall, the much-awaited Hong Bao Draw results were finally out this night. Someone out there probably had three causes for a celebration.

Could it be this lady?

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This sketch has a story behind it.

We were walking past the neighborhood playground last Saturday evening, when we heard the voices of two little girls ringing out loud.

The younger one, aged about three, was sitting at the top of the slide. Her father was keeping an eye on her close by. The older one, who’s about five years old, was standing at the bottom. Imagine the following exchange going on at the top of their bell-like voices.

Younger girl: What’s your name?
Older girl: Vanessa.
Younger girl: (Turned to her father excitedly.) She’s Anissa!
Father: Anissa?
Younger girl: (Turned to face the older girl.) What’s your name?!
Older girl: Vanessa!!
Younger girl: Papa, she’s Ganesha!!
Father: (Stunned.) Ganesha??
Younger girl: (Turning to the older girl again.) What’s your name?!!!
Older girl: VANESSA!!!

At which point, little Vanessa decided that she had had enough of the “what’s your name” game that was getting nowhere. So she darted round the slide toward the rocking horse at the other side of the playground.

Then to our amusement, she hopped onto the rocking horse and started rocking to and fro so forcefully that her thick, long hair started flying in all directions and sweeping across her tiny face.

Looked like little Vanessa has the makings of an angsty headbanging rocker chick. At the tender age of five.


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Realised I haven’t been documenting my progress in my hobby of sketching since I picked it up again over a year ago.

So on New Year’s Day, I shall revive this idle blog with this work-in-progress item.

Working on a portrait of a long-time friend, at his request. Can’t call this my first ‘commission’ but definitely feel encouraged to know that someone is brave enough to submit his image to an unknown fate under my graphites.

Don’t think I’ll ever be good enough to be an artist but I’m happy to content myself with the occasional dabble and doodle. And hopefully bring some joy to someone, somewhere. 🙂


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Counting down to the delivery date for my sketchy little project.

Amazing how you could start out on something thinking that you’ve got all the time in the world, only to realise in a blink of the eye, that time’s up.

So I decided it was time to hurry down to the public library near my workplace to do some last minute research on orchids. I definitely can’t sketch a decent petal without having a photograph to refer to.

Haven’t visited a library in a long time. Hovered around the children’s section for a few seconds before I realised that books for adults were located on the second floor. Felt like a tourist in Biblioland. Wonder what my band mate, Ivan, would say about that.

I walked up the stairs to the adult section. The first shelves I came across held rows of books on law, crime and military history. Got distracted by a book on maverick military leaders for a couple of minutes before I recalled what I was there for and headed towards the gardening literature.

To my delight, there was a shelf of books on orchid cultivation waiting for me. There was even one on the Asian varieties by a local gynaecologist who had cultivated several award-winning hybrids. Excellent. Now I can cultivate my orchids on my sketch paper.

Frankly, I can’t tell from my parents’ photograph the type of orchid my dad had in the corsage on his suit jacket. Neither can I see what my mum had in her bridal hand bouquet. I’m no orchid expert and can’t tell a specie from its outline. There’s only so much I can gather from a black and white photo that well, definitely predates my existence.

I guess I could try to imagine what colours they would have liked to mark their big day with decades ago. Perhaps a dash of whimsical pink here and some romantic lilac there? Let’s see what clues these books might offer.


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Spent my Sunday afternoon toying with my two old boxes of colour pencils.

The wood has become dry and brittle to the touch. And the pencil leads kept breaking in defiance whenever I tried to sharpen them.

I haven’t taken any proper lesson in colour pencil drawing before, so I am rather clueless about the palette to use for the portrait and how best to apply the strokes. Since the original photo is monochrome to begin with, I guess much will be left to my imagination.

So this was what I ended up with after an afternoon of experimentation. A sketch of my father’s youthful face with colour codes jotted on the sides, so that I would remember the colours to apply when I finally pluck up the courage to transfer them onto the actual portrait.

Striving for the best colour mix to create a healthy tanned look – he used to spend much time outdoors in his youth. But my test colours looked either too light or too sallow.

I’d better do more research on colour sketching methods before I work on the actual portrait.


Colour testing.

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Finally got around to buying a block of A3 drawing paper after realising that the ones I have at home are too small for the frame that I bought.

Yes, I know my priorities. They’re just different from other people’s sometimes.

The wooden IKEA frame I bought probably didn’t require much sculpting. But looking at it sitting pretty and purposeless on my floor, I can’t help but think that it deserves more than a plastic shrink wrap for company. It’s time I get back to the portait I was working on.

Still doing the grids and outlines. The smaller sketch I did earlier comes in handy somewhat since this is my first attempt at a sketch this ‘big’.

The real challenge will come when it’s time to add the colours. Let’s deal with that later.


Starting my sketch on a bigger canvas now.

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