An egg brooch for Margie.

I asked the tall man for the direction to the community centre and he didn't seem to know, or remember. But he was so helpful he stood there thinking really hard...We stood there for a while and then a short man came. The tall man asked the short man for the way and the short man told me straight away. I like how the tall man looked when he was trying to help me...

This man asked me if he could pay his income tax at the bank. I told him to try the post office. Problem was, I didn't know where the post office was. He said he would ask the people at the bank and cycled off. From a distance I saw him walked into the bank and then out again, frowning. And then he asked a young lady, who seemed uptight and quickly ignored him. He then asked a middle-aged man in office clothes. He even showed the man his tax forms. I saw the middle-aged man said something and pointed to somewhere across the street. The man looked rather lost and confused. As I saw him pushing his bicycle away, I suddenly felt OK not to be rich.

I noticed the tattoos on his legs, and then I noticed that he was limping as he walked to the door. He looked like he was in much pain. His right hand holding what was probably a plastic bag of medicine from the clinic or hospital. He was very young.

On the same bus as the young man with the leg pain, I saw her. She looked like a giant frog resting, or a statue.

The cafe at Kallang community centre has such good and healthy food that also looked very good. The people there made some extra effort. It was rare and lovely.

As I was painting my brother whatsapped me from Korea to tell me he bought me a tee with a cow on it. I think it is yellow.

She is heartbroken. Her close friend has died from cancer last night. I want to tell her what is written there on the canvas but I can't. She can't listen to anything right now.

" I'm a Catholic and I believe that she is now in a better place. Death is not that frightening. In fact, it's good that she's no longer suffering."

He was not bitchy when he first started hosting the show. Now, after 9 years, he has to act bitchy, to entertain....Or maybe he has really become bitchy. I dunno.

This is a portrait of my nephew Gylan, coloured by Gylan himself.

Gylan is obsessed with buses.

He cried in frustration 2 weeks ago just because I didn't draw the bus BIG enough. I tried showing him how big it was by drawing a very tiny him at the back of the bus, but he continued crying. I made another even smaller one on the bus, he still didn't stop crying.

After he calmed down, I drew another BIG bus for him. He drew all those "rain" and "wind" strokes, and then asked me to draw a girl on the bus. Sad or happy? I asked. Sad, he said. 'Cos it was raining.

Another bus drawing for Gy. At age 2 plus he can't draw much yet so he likes to tell me what to draw and where to draw them. He is the only artistic director I listen to.

Another travel-related drawing. There is a worm flying in the sky, behind the plane. I can't remember if that was my idea or his.

This is made all me alone without Gy. The man at the back is Craig Ferguson the comedian. The skeleton is his gay robot sidekick, in his late night talk show. I enjoy watching them talk to each other on the show.

This is another bus drawing. I am the drunk-looking one with the uke. Gy and Jen are there too. And Dagu.

I am kind of obsessed with buses myself, painting them, and especially the passengers they carry. Gy is here again, holding a parcel. The old lady holding the umbrella is the same old lady I drew in an earlier post. You'll see that gorilla again later.

Another bus painting- I called this The red balloon.

The gorilla is another thing Gy likes me to draw for him.

This is Auntie Ruby and the boys. Ruby is the helper with a sense of humor. I like how I drew her here. She giggled and covered her mouth when I showed her the drawing. Hehe.

Occasionally, Gy wants me to draw famous characters. This is Spiderman stretching his legs. As you can see, I can't draw superheros.

You know, I really tried. But this is just not turning out right. It made me laugh but made Gy give a funny expression.

I painted this some time ago. It was for a book I was making for Gy but I stopped after a few paintings, and drew with color pencils instead. This is Granny and Gy's favourite gorilla.

Gy's parents, my brother and his wife, went to Cambodia and posed with a weird Gorilla sculpture with banana-shaped boobies. Because I thought I was making this for Gy I didn't paint the boobies. Maybe next time I will.

Daddy, Duck, Dancing- another painting I did for the book but never used.

I have stopped painting from photos for many months but yesterday I thought why not. So I did. This is the actor Tom Hardy whom I am not familiar with. But I like how he looks. I painted him once last year in a series of "Celebrities" portraits. I might do more of those. Maybe.

I enjoyed painting this way. It feels very free and natural. Yet it also made me feel like a man. I am a woman, by the way. This may not seem important but it was fun 'cos how I work or play with the paints makes me feel different each time. I'm glad I'm not repeating myself. In a way, it is almost like I am playing different personalities each time I paint. Maybe a bit like how an actor like Tom Hardy works, I suppose. The gallery owner I worked(and work) with isn't happy about my constantly-changing style. I don't care.

As you can see I am chatting(pretending) with Hardy. He talks about how he works, I'm referring to how I work when I teach Art....

Personally, I think Painting is about a lot of Pretending. Making things up. And if you are any good, or if you do it for a long time, some truths can creep up. I am not familiar with Hardy's works but he seems like a very good pretender from interviews I've watched. He does it so well it's like he isn't acting but I can tell he is acting. Everyone pretends. But Hardy is good to look at.

Gy saw this on the floor in my room and liked it so much he went HEY!. I covered the words with my hand, as if he could read them at his age. HE WILL SOON. He said that the kid was him, but it was how I felt when I played the uke.