Gravity

Gravity has a hold on many things.

Gravity wraps around my ankles and is the discouraging reality of my leaping skills. It taps on the soles of my feet and reminds me that there is much I cannot do on my own. Gravity is everywhere, all the time, holding everything together, acting as the essence of stability. Without gravity, there is no order. 

One day I realized that gravity has no hold on my thoughts, or on my feelings; gravity had no hold on my dreams -- or on my heart. Gravity had no hold on God. 

I couldn't fly limitlessly but my dreams could. I couldn't leap fifty stories high but my heart could, I couldn't see from the ground up to the milky way but my God can. 

Gravity is a school rule meant to be broken. If people tell you "you're dreaming the wrong things," then keep dreaming anyway because God's grace and love is more badarse than you think. 

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Sweater Weather

HELLO HOLIDAYS *inserts multiple faces at a go*

Jean and I did our Sweater Weather cover, finally! Quickie one but honestly, how can Cardigan Weather not do that song right. So here you go:

Also:

I know you love me Jean..... and your ways of promoting me on social media is extraordinarily flattering. 

Anyway. 

I read something rather upsetting recently. Man, I don't understand how some folks can actually believe that their opinion is way more important than anyone else's. Sure, be upset and go disagree, have a voice--- but if that means being totally insensitive towards other human species (who by the way have feelings too, like yourself) and making them feel terrible about themselves when they haven't done anything to step into your way of life, then you deserve to be banished to a corner and into the silent self-reflecting box. 

I think life is about embracing all sorts of people whether or not you agree with them. Especially in the name of Big G who is the winner hugger of all time and mind you, to folks who never walked conventionally, perfectly or so very religiously. Disagreeing doesn't give you the right to walk right into the picture to stamp your own flag of beliefs into someone else's backyard.

On the extreme other end,

I can't be more grateful for the many others who've fought their way back into my life, to say "I will stay and I will love you, despite your choices." This grace.

To end off----

I really fancy my owl beanie. I even named it-- Hootie. 

Goodnight folks!

-Sam

   

colour splashin'

* awkward cough*

Hi. I know. How long has it been? 

Some very (literally) colourful things I've been involved with recently,

1. Macbeth project for my favourite bunch of folks.

So Jean, Mel, Jamie and a few other awesome people did a school project on a Macbeth interpretation assignment and that led to Jean and I choreographing some interpretative dance for a narration. It was quite the experience-- I haven't danced in 3 years, and to mention modern dance to the least! 

It turned out really fun no less ~

2. TPP IS OVER

Bittersweet would be extremely cliche but accurate. 15 weeks of crazy braincell-exploding, late nights and remaking of costumes and reciting lines. We finally did it. 3 shows and the best audience... So here are some pictures of me being a clown-looking make up artist.

The team and well-- we hosted some secondary school kids ~

DIRECTOR BOUGHT US PIZZA #wipestears

Bare faced moment and I'm totally going to try this unicorn hair like for real.

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So yes, my scalp and nails have been traumatized by endless colour powdering the last 2 weeks... But awful fun I have to say. 

UPDATE:

Upcoming gig on 12th of March, Wednesaday

Show starts at 8:30pm and my set is on at 9:30pm!

Come down and say hi if you're free that night :)

So it's 1:42am and to end off, I just wanna add in the fact that I successfully mastered steaming milk and made a proper cup of mocha (and alot more other cups of failed latte art coffee) at work without burning my fingers and freaking out by spilling the hot milk all over, today. 

It was a good day.

Goodnight folks!

Gigsters

Hey world,

Jared and I went cafe/gig hopping the other day and we discovered some gold.

I like how we'd both lugged a few cameras out that day. There was film, dslr, phone everything! Here are some shots I took (of course Jared took the one of mua) ~

Hello gorjuz Indie Bo

Hello Vignesh Singh (playing @ LOWERCASE and I only know his name 'cause he requested for the pictures. This guy's voice, is wo-ah ~)

Hello Jared 

Hello -- Okay I didn't catch his name but, HIS vocals. 

And, one of the acts at Artistry (again, too busy taking pictures I didn't get his name oh well)

The guys we heard that day were uhmazing. If you recognize those few faces you would know. We bumped into our lecturer too and whoo he was one of the organizers if not the organizer of the show Stagefright which we were at. And guys, I'm playing the next show on 15th March!!!!!! Jot it down on your calendar somewhere and come if you are fweee ~

Okay so, crazy week ahead. It's been busy busy busy and whilst people deal with that with cigarettes, shopping therapy and tv, I've been doing bad painting. 

I'm thankful for Big G and good music and people who love me :') Have an awesome week all! 

- Sam

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Pen By The Cold
Seathekies

She sat by the wall, wrapped up with her legs against her chest. It was cold; too cold for someone with already aching bones. Her skin had been left to brave the winter on its own. Days had passed, and her only thought, “If only time would stop dragging its feet.”

So she penned, she penned by the cold.

And she knew, what it was like to experience the day and miss the night, and lay through the night hoping for the day. From dusk to dawn only images replay, of how it felt like to be held again.

I blame you atlas, a tempter of all the seas, but you won’t be my ticket. You haunt me through my sleep, making my feet itch, my hands clench, my heart palpitate, my breathing harder for fierce desire to sail. In hope of adventures and places to see, with the one I love, this’ my only plea; these are dreams, not plans. Plans are those you are certain to fulfill, while dreams take a miracle. These are dreams, I have no plan.

Aching from both hearts, left and right, a tightness resurfaces and I recognize that feeling— we’d met before. If I know these tears well enough, they were crying out for a glass of water. Yes, water. It’s also, basically, the essential need for survival. You are my essential need for survival.

I still blame you, seas. You are beautiful and can tell a thousand things to my heart, even without saying a single word. You are effortless blue and it’s not even your natural color. You can cry all day and no one will think you are pathetic, because that’s what makes you so ridiculously gorgeous. The weakest of the oceans find refuge under your comfort, and the bravest of them all would never live beyond your waters. You are breathtaking by day, and can shimmer glamorously through the night. Now, will you tell me your secret already?

She sat by the wall, wrapped up with her legs against her chest. It was cold; too cold for someone with waking dreams and a love too faraway.

So she penned, she penned by the cold.