slippery as the south pole

the real ones

the wrong ones

throw silence to the moon

babble speak

to those in tune

the real ones

the wrong ones

waivering in trace

edges fall

with you

plug in plug out

belief and trust are the hardest things to master innit and yet the foundation for everything, in things, people, ideas, yada yada.

i wonder the point of talking anymore sometimes, does it even matter.

so maybe sometimes i'm just a reclusive spazz.

anyway, have been doing some open mics and random gigs here and there. Promised myself to just get out there and just play even if i havn't got all pieces of the puzzle together.

Played at the Market of Artists and Designers (MAAD) at Red Dot, which was so chill and much fun. Felt like playing your backyard filled with your neighbours and frens. A warm bunch of passionate artists and creative people. Got to be still-life models for a mass still-life drawing session which was a hilarious experience. Got bored staying still so I played an impromptu second set for the illustrators. Cute stuff got drawn of us. Haha they "cantik-fied" us in there illustrations. I need to scann them up when i don't have one...damn..Anyone can join the session apprently and if ppl like it they can buy the piece and money goes to the illustrator.

Newae you can check them out - the Organisation of Illustrators Council":

http://www.oicsingapore.com/wordpress/

Got some performances coming up:

Sat, 20 Feb@ Jurong Regional Library, 4.30-5.30pm

- a short acoustic event by Boredtothecore Records

Sat, 27 Feb@ Raffles City Shoppng Centre, 8pm onwards (slot tbc)

Noise Singapore Festival Showcase Open Mic Night

So yeah...plugged~

Realise the best part on playing is seeing people smile. Yet it leaves an aftertaste - the mere mortality of existence.

good night world.

keep sane now.