Do i get thrilled in meeting famous people?

There really is thrill when you meet up with famous people, whether you’re greyed in hair, young in age or simply young at heart.

As of me at the age of 31, other than Mr. Raul Roco, my mind which is inflicted with the psychological affliction of selective memory, cant remember of a real hotshot whom I’ve met point-blank. Mr. Roco, for sure, will not recall meeting me, being the nobody that I am.

But who cares? I am full of insecurities and socially maladjusted enough to find fortune in my privacy, to find glory in my frailty and to find fame in my anonymity.