I managed to drag Ming Jie down to catch her today, good thing cause without him I wouldn't have dared to camp backstage to try to get her autograph.

...which I didn't get cause I didn't you know have a pen or paper or marker or anything.

But I got a photo!

I was actually pretty uh lost for words when I met her, and thanks to Ming Jie again, he managed to talk us through most of the thing. I really wanted to tell her how much she means to me, especially as the local music scene looks so hopeless, she keeps going on despite it all.

SXSW. What an achievement really. To see a local born and bred Singaporean make it all the way there...really lets me keep dreaming.

Rock on shorties. Yeah!

Just another starstruck (see above for evidence*) wanderer trying to find his way in this horribly confusing and sometimes messed up world.

This space as you might have realised is for my own venting. It's where I talk, to myself. To the universe. It's where I don't lie. Much. Chances are you won't get more truth out of me than these few billion pages of angst.

My life isn't that bad. Sometimes. The good parts just usually end up being the blank dates in between the posts you see. So yes, just to practice my math and to cheer myself up a little, the number of posts is inversely proportional to my mental wellbeing. Yes that counts as math with me.

And despite the wry smile on my face and the grin I can imagine on yours, I'm still rather sombre.

I promise you I'm sunny somedays. Stick around. You never know what you may learn.

*hint may or may not be in big black font at the top of the page.