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.