Update 220615

I’ve just realised that I haven’t posted in a very long time.

Well, if anyone cares, I’ve just landed a new job. (Hurrah!)

Well, actually I landed it 2.5 months ago, and after serving my one month tender period (of sorts), I started 1.5 month ago. So technically… new-ish, I suppose?

My new job entails a fair bit of writing – actually, it entails a whole lot of writing, but it’s all good. If anything, I suppose that explains the lack of posts… even though there weren’t that much to begin with.

I keep forgetting I have a blog, or at least I keep forgetting that I want to upkeep a blog. Aside from the writing I’ve been doing at/for work, I’ve been penning down all sorts of stuff all over the place though. My phone, random scraps of paper, notebooks, Word documents that have now replaced my physical diary. To be fair, not everything I write is publishable online. Well technically it is, but in the confines of confidentiality, reputability and well, just plain common sense, not everything I write is publishable, online or otherwise.

It’s not all gloomy though. I have been trying to figure out a place where I could dump my unsolicited opinions about a series of affairs without interrupting my online network – so I figured this would be a good place to do it. It’ll be great! I get to be as long-winded (or brief) as I want to be, not everyone gets to be bombarded by my sentiments, and I’ll still have to be accountable for what I dish out, because, public domain and all that.

The only problem is, is if I remember to do so.

But we’ll see.

Cheapened Mannerisms.

Right. So for the first time in months, someone has somehow managed to annoy me about something seemingly trivial.

It seems pettiness is a huge pet peeve for me (I’m sure if I worked on that, I’d be able to pull off a solid pun).  The nit-picking of sorts irks me quite a lot, and so does the fixating on small detail(s) and lamenting about how unfair things are – which is quite ironic if you think about it, because it does come off as me being petty about… being petty. But hear me out.

I’ll narrow it down in this instance, as the particular incident revolves around monetary pettiness.

I’ll like to think that I’m that person who generally does a lot of brushing off when it comes to matters like these, but, ugh, did this matter bug me.

Basically, there’s a function of sorts, and the bill has to be split amongst twenty or so people. I’ve agreed to arrange the nitty-gritty of planning it all, and this would include me footing the bill first, and everyone can pay me back later. Which I’m totally fine with. If it lends any sort of structural visualization, this is for a slightly more formal event, which makes things a little more trickier, because money now becomes a slightly more delicate issue, which I’m happy to tread around carefully.

Here’s the deal though – I quite understand that money isn’t something everyone has an equal view about, and it is sensitive, and to a certain extent, people have a conceited ownership over, but, I’ve always believed in being very gracious about something so universal, even if you don’t always agree with another party about it.

There are books (and courses even) on the etiquette about handling and communicating your financial concerns in social situations (especially in a formal and somewhat cordial environment like an office or a wedding reception), so it baffles me when seemingly educated and socially-aware people are appallingly uncouth about parting with their finances.

Here’s the thing: I don’t expect people to be generous with their money. It’s their earn, after all, and I would never expect anyone to unwillingly part with something that they have no mandatory reason parting with.

However, I do get incredibly miffed when people gracelessly articulate their unwillingness to fork out a certain amount for something, and this is made even worse when they allude to someone else forking out an amount not deemed satisfactory by their standards.

And honestly, what will any of that whining achieve? I understand the need to letting your frustration out, but if you think about it,

  1. Said other person is less likely to fork out more because there’s no way they know you’re bitching about them behind their back and
  2. You’ve only made yourself look like a calculative and tactless ass to the people you’ve voiced your hostilities to.

Not a good way to go, obviously. I’m quite tight-lipped about my personal stand on this (in the given situation, at least), because me reverting to berating anyone on financial manners wouldn’t do anyone or anything any good, so I’ve decided to weave around these fragile affairs as prudently as possible, whilst moderating how much um, enterprise I’m exerting into this.

Honestly, the concept of how value > cost really needs to be circulated a lot more, together with manuals on pecuniary social etiquette.

Featuring the Article

So I’ve just finished my 1000-word feature article for one of my Journalism modules, and it was disappointing to know that it wouldn’t get published, but I’m happy with it all the same!

If you’re interested, here it is:

Graffiti is not a Fame Game for Ceno2
It’s a hazy afternoon at The Mill at Jalan Kilang and two gentlemen lounge languidly across from me, chatting cheerfully over coffee and a communal, makeshift ashtray that’s almost filled to the brim.

One of them is Mohammad Azlan Ramlan (or customarily known as Ceno2), a local graffiti artist and the owner of Artkhalytis, a company that provides graffiti services to clients. The other is Rohit Saikia, who Azlan mentors on a sporadic basis. They’re both backed by a large neon green wall with a half-finished graffiti piece that Azlan has been working on for an upcoming party.

Azlan posing beside his half-finished graffiti piece.

Azlan posing beside his half-finished graffiti piece.

Azlan is 29 this year and has been dabbling in art since he could draw (which he recalls was four years old) and has been doing graffiti for over 20 years. He has been commissioned by some large corporate entities such as Scoot Airlines, the Singapore Science Centre, and Singapore Changi Airport.

Big stuff. Graffiti hasn’t always been this corporate-friendly though, and has historically amassed some antagonistic stigmas. In fact, the recent incidents of graffiti-related vandalism in Singapore only seem to reinforce these imputations that edge on the periphery of misconduct, rebellion, and politics.

Political (Non)-Affiliation
“Most of my art isn’t political though,” Azlan claims, when asked about the messages behind his art. “I mostly play around with human, everyday life,” he muses, gesturing to his half-finished work behind him, which is an exceptionally detailed portrait of a man holding a tube of cream. “I actually love Singapore,” he says unironically.

He does however feel that when performed legally, foreign graffiti artists seem to garner more attention by local folk and the government. Oddly enough, he seems to magnetize more support overseas than in Singapore. “The support overseas is overwhelming,” he affirmed. In fact, the support is so overwhelming that he’s participated in a myriad of international projects and exhibitions including the 2012 International Meeting of Styles in Chicago, and Tuff City in New York in 2013.

It must be the novelty of foreign talent.

But that’s about as far as he goes politically. When asked about the graffiti-related incident that happened last year where two German men broke into a train depot to vandalize a train with graffiti, he shrugs, nonplussed, and says that “they’re graffiti writers – they just write their own names, and I guess that’s how they do things”.

A piece like this might take a couple of days, depending on how detailed Azlan and/or his client want it to be.

A piece like this might take a couple of days, depending on how detailed Azlan and/or his client want it to be.

Graffiti as a Business
Either way, effecting graffiti on public spaces in Singapore without a permit is still considered vandalism, which is inarguably, a crime. “Graffiti is not meant to be on canvas. So we mostly do it on walls,” Azlan explains. But unlike canvases, walls don’t come about so easily, so commoditizing the art not only allows him to “keep on the right side of the law”, but it also allows him to indulge in his passion, and pay the bills.

Talk about hitting several birds with one stone.

And this proverbial stone would be his company – Artkhalytis, which was formed in 2004 and has been doing well ever since. He shakes his head dismally when alluding to it as a business though. “I’m not selling stuff, I’m creating stuff. I’m the factory, I’m the worker,” he asserts.

“This is more than a business to me – it’s a passion. I’m an artist, and not an in-house designer. I need to be in the mood when I do my work,” he says candidly.

Going through his extraordinary gallery of work though, you’d presume that he’s constantly in a good mood.

“But business is good. People seem to have faith in me and trust me, so I’m happy,” he says. “As long as I can pay my bills on time,” he adds jokingly.

Painting with graffiti can be lucrative though. Depending on how big or complex a job is, a single project can usually bring in thousands of dollars. At least based on the pricing grid that Artkhalytis provides.
“The materials are not that expensive,” Azlan points out. “However, it’s the time, planning and workmanship that clients are usually paying for.”

Personal Philosophy
Even with massive press coverage on his art, Azlan quips that he doesn’t quite fancy speaking to reporters. “But you’re speaking to me,” I interject jokingly. “Oh, I responded to you because you stated you were a student,” he assures good-naturedly.

I’d call this ironic privilege, but I’m not complaining.

Azlan is quite involved in the community as well. He does a multitude of philanthropic activities involving youngsters. On top of granting interviews to junior journalists, he teaches art classes and counsels troubled youths as well. He doesn’t always have the time to fulfil his altruistic tendencies as he juggles all that on top of his commissioned graffiti jobs.

He attributes these acts to his desire to give back to the community, and he doesn’t “do things for name” because he believes “it’s better to give, than to get.”

“What goes around comes around,” he says, adding that he also believes strongly in treating everyone equally.

A good example of this would be Rohit (also customarily know as Psycho), Azlan’s mentee. Rohit is 23 this year and is from Assam, India. He approached Azlan in 2012 for an internship program and Azlan agreed to take him under his wing.

“I’m more than happy to have him,” Azlan says genially.

“He gives me harsh love,” Rohit conceded, when asked about how it was like to be under Azlan. “Our jobs are tough, but I learn a lot. We used to work for days without proper sleep,” Rohit recalls.

The pair would take turns taking power naps during jobs that could last anywhere from a day to a whole week.

“That’s why people don’t understand why the art isn’t cheap,” Rohit explains.

In fact, it was Rohit who coaxed Azlan to get onto Instagram, which has amassed over 33k followers in the last two years.

The two of them work and joke together like good friends and you can hardly see any chain of command between the both of them.
“That’s the great thing about the whole graffiti scene, we don’t discriminate.” Azlan says.

And that’s worthy of a mic drop.

Sidebar: Ceno2 did not work on iconic piece at Italian Restaurant
Despite being heavily covered in numerous press articles, the iconic graffiti mural in Jamie Italians’ Restaurant at Vivocity was not done by Azlan. He won the competition that scouted for an artist to work on the wall out of over 100 participants, but turned the job down later “due to monetary issues”.

Mm productivity.

So I’ve been tasked to write a feature article for a school assignment, and I believe I’m being in a very silly mood of squandering this opportunity.

I’ve been given so many liberties, like:

  1. Being allowed to pick my own topic
  2. Given a two-week grace period to write a 1000 word article

It’s not that difficult! So I don’t know why I’m being so petulant going about this. The good news (heh) is that I’ve landed an interview, and it seems promising, but things are a wee bit hazy at the moment.

It just occurred to me that no matter how good someone writes (especially in a commercialized context), if there’s no adherence to structure and audience-focused delivery, said writing means squat. It’s nothing personal.

Which, if you think about it, can loop back to practically how most things in the world works. Talent and quality tend to get glossed over without proper channels of streamlined delivery (however you may define that). It sounds like over-simplified babble, but there is some seemingly over-simplified truth in that.

Anyway, I’ve got a tonne of stuff to rush out (when have I not?) but I thought I’d just slip this one entry in, because y’know, #priorities.

Laters!

Massive Transitions are Hardly Easy.

I am, in short, quite antsy.

I’ve done a couple of things to put myself out there, and it’s great and everything, but there’s been a nagging feeling of having made some rookie mistakes, alongside the by-product output of feeling inadequate.

My outlook on things have swung between leveled optimism and junky cynicism, and all in all, I’ve just been nursing a few nerves. I’m oddly happy for a lot of people around me though – promotions, new jobs, engagements, etc, etc.

Major transitions are a heavy-handed process, really. I do admire people who can easily swing from one place to another – I don’t think I’m much of a swinger in that sense. I like making firm decisions, and I like sticking to them, because thinking of the what-ifs will only make my head hurt and well, that does no one any good.

Anyway, I’m just feeling weird cocktail mixes of being under and over-whelmed by circumstances, things, and people, and I figure I should be used to this by now, considering how 2014 was such a roller-coaster of a year, but apparently not.

Anyway, I know I’ll be able to pick myself up from these funks – I have before and I will again. It’s just going to take quite a bit of time, patience, and an inordinate amount of coffee.

This Sunday (And a Recollection of Krabi).

It’s been a very quiet Sunday, and I’ve been drifting in and out of slumber whilst thronging through a bunch of articles. I just came back from Krabi by the way, so I’m slowly threading my luggage apart and putting things back where they came from.

And Krabi was great/alright (depending on which part you might [not] ask about). It’s undoubtedly heavily-tourisfied, so it’s probably not a place for a predominantly reclusive getaway. I went with a group of good friends for a week and we basically dipped our toes in as many things as we could, though in all honestly, I really wish we had more time.

We stayed near Ao Nang, the centralized tourist location of Krabi where the main beach and a highly-commercialized strip of shops are. Krabi is the sort of place you could probably visit alone and not feel alone. Two reasons basically:

  1. The place is so densely populated with tourists and
  2. The Thais are incredibly kind and friendly people that it’s hard not to make friends.

So, yes! The first day was spent mostly traveling, waiting it out at airports and in shuttles, and basically just bumming around wishing there was faster Wi-Fi. Krabi really is huge, so it could take anywhere from 30 minutes to two hours to get to anywhere, depending on where you stay, and where you want to go. The ride to our hotel (this cozy nook of a place called The Rich House Hotel) was a good hour and a half from the airport, so you can probably imagine the breadth of the place.

The second day was spent doing sportsy, adventurous things like water-rafting, elephant-riding and waterfall-visiting. It was fun and all, but again, I really did wish we did more. I’m not trying to be a brat – for the price we paid, we got a really good deal, but a lot of time was spent traveling from one place to another, and waiting for scheduled activities to start. It’s all part and parcel really, so I’m not complaining!

The water-rafting took the cake for me though – the five of us crammed into… well, a raft, and we had two boat captains who did all the rafting. I’m not even kidding. The rest of us just stayed in the boat and hung on to ropes for dear life. It wasn’t that bad! We coursed down a river splashing and bumping into 20 other rafts containing mostly rowdy, yelling, white men. It made the experience more authentic, I feel.

The second day was mostly spent visiting the offshore islands of Krabi – this included Phi Phi Island (supposedly the most popular one) and three of its bays. The islands are pretty far out so it was an hour on the speedboat just watching the waters and smaller, hilly islands pass us. We did a fair bit of snorkeling too, and that was great, but it all seemed a little lackluster, admittedly.

I mean, surface-wise, the waters are a gorgeous tint of teal and aquamarine (fitting name, yes) but the seabed was a bit of a sad sight. The corals are few and mostly… well, dead. I hate to be a dampener of things but I really can’t vouch for the sea life (or lack thereof) here. I suspect the heavy influx of tourists might have slowly eroded the coral life (which would inevitably, wear down the natural habitats and its inhabitants) but I can’t really be certain.

I attribute my lack of contentment to having swam in Kota Kinabalu’s coral garden a decade ago which was teeming with coral and sea life – making Krabi’s seabed pale in comparison.

Anyway, it was a great experience nonetheless, and I sort of abandoned my snorkeling gear after awhile for my regular goggles to maximise movement and go deeper (that’s what she said *cough*).

We spent the second last day (which was New Year’s eve) catching a couple of massages at Krabi Town (a half an hour journey away from Ao Nang), visiting the city market, gorging on street food, and trooping back to Ao Nang where we plonked ourselves down at a beach bar, and danced (or tried to!) till midnight.

We watched a couple dozen fireworks go off and people b(r)ought their own sparklers and fires which they ceremoniously lit, resulting in lots of ash in my hair and a handful of people patting my head trying to put out tiny flames. Ah, fond memories. Barely a day into the new year and already a part of my life is going up in flames.

So that was it! Krabi in my nutshell. Also, this meant to be a sort of idle post on how lazy my Sunday was, but it looks like I’ve gone on to natter about my holiday. Pictures are on Facebook, if you’re a friend, and if not, there’s a smattering of shots on Instagram, if you’re instra-ted of course (heh heh).

If not, I hope you had a great New Years, or at least spent it doing something nice, like watching reruns of Scrubs, sleeping in, or having terrific New Years’ sex.

On Writing.

There’s always a lot of pressure in launching your pilot post. Most of the pressure is self-administered, of course.

Recently I’ve self-categorised my writing (although it could apply to many others’ as well) into two fronts, and these fronts are basically the audiences I write for.

The first audience is me. As dull as that sounds, I have been the primary and most loyal audience since my first journal entry penned. No one read my writing more than I did; so I wrote quite a lot for myself and by myself (it’s as exciting as it sounds, I promise).

As the years went by though, I’ve revisited my private entries and I’ve always had this nagging feeling that while my writing was a lot more raw and honest, it was also a lot more lazy.

The first two adjectives are self-explanatory and, to a certain degree, satisfactory, but the lazy bit has been nudging me unpleasantly lately. In all my years of writing private entries, I didn’t see the need to embellish my writing because well, no one was going to consume it but myself. I’m not saying that I do that (a lot) in non-private writing, but I was more socially-conscious, my language was trimmer, and it read like it could sell (sometimes).

I also had a tendency to ramble (as we all do, but mine could be suffocatingly unnecessary) and I didn’t… as you might call it – cut the fat. My thought processes also tended to wander all over (nothing wrong with that, of course), but if I was going to produce quality writing – the kind that was pensive without coming off like a fat load of bullocks, then I was going to have to tighten my content by a lot. It also lay the semi-unhealthy foundation to the writing for my second categorisation of audiences which was…

Anyone and everyone else, including myself. So it could be an academic essay for class, an online conversation with a friend, and of course, the seemingly-innocuous blog post for the invisible/highly non-existent reader.

That being said though, my private writing has always been a lot more emotionally-driven, and it oscillated between husky ruminations to highly frivolous trilling peppered with smiley faces and exclamation marks. I can’t fault myself for that of course – I simply wrote what I felt like, even if the transcription was sloppy by the time pen reached paper.

But, I’ve come to realise that it is important to frame my personal writing consciously now (be it grammatically or sociopolitically), because in an age where communication is king (especially in my line of work), my personal writing will seep onto my public voice, and if I’m going to need the glutes of a well-oiled wordsmith, I better tidy up my innate vocals.