I’ll be performing again tomorrow at Grind22 in Bangsar. It starts at 8:00pm and I’ll be performing alongside Endee Ahmad, Hilmy Amim, and Ian Tai. It’s a pretty chill coffee place, come for drinks and music if you’ve got the time!
Gig #89 was an open mic night at Rougeur 2 weeks ago. Pretty cool place, though a bit hard to find and not really a gigging venue, but it’s always fun to be able to play at new places!
Coffee Sketching by PascalCampion
“Ooh, whatcha drawing?”
An angel he wanted to say but instead, he responded, “just a scene in my head.”
“Can I see it?” she asked eagerly, leaning forward over the table.
“No, not yet,” he said as he tilted the sketchbook towards his chest.
“Come on! I won’t judge.”
“I’ll let you see it when it’s complete.”
“You always say that, but you never do.”
“This time I will.”
“That’s what you said last time.”
“It wasn’t complete!”
“Hmph! You better be finished when I’m done with this chapter,” she said, turning back to her book with a sly smile on her face.
Ben smiled and continued with his sketch. He liked it when Orla acted assertive and commanding. It was a total contrast to her usual submissive and quiet demeanor. He found it extremely endearing. After all, the two had met because they were the quietest people in their art history class.
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Yesterday, I welcomed my second nephew into the world. While my sister didn’t start flooding her social media feed with pictures of the kid, she did share some photos with us on WhatsApp. She did the same thing when she had her first child. Trust me when I say she’s not the only one who does this. I’m at the age where people around my age are having kids of their own and it’s something I would have been oblivious to if it wasn’t for my Facebook feed filling up with pictures of babies.
I’m not complaining and it’s not a bad thing. I have no qualms with what kind of photos people want to post up. If I don’t like it, I just ignore it or block it, no biggie. It’s just interesting to know that in today’s day and age, kids are digitally imprinted the day they are born.
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