Yes, this entry is my belated post on the Bloggers.sg. You can read it over 3 days cos I suspected it is gonna be darn freaking long.

I have yet to think about what I wanna blog. Will spew whatever nonsense that comes to mind.

Finally, I caught up with enough rest to have a sound sober mind to blog.

And so, you read.

Sunday Times had branded Bloggers.SG an utter yawn.

And so, you read.

Countless of bloggers defending the event, and insisting how enjoyable the event had been.

Um. So what else is left for me to write, eh?

Pictures?

Surprise, surprise, besides the pictures taken by Sheena, and a few scattered pictures taken, I didn’t take much pictures at the event.

The only person I suggested taking picture with, was Marcelly.

Fret not, there’s always pictures from the post-event party to count on.

***

Time was 2.30 pm.

I spanned my arms and stretched the tired body badly abused by PMS.

It was a new day. I didn’t know I slept that much.

Mental-planned the day and how I would deal with yet another day at home.

On Friday, I had almost 20 people asking if I was going to Bloggers.SG and most were pretty surprised by my intention to shun the event.

I was going to start on my new entry when a phone call came in.

It was a close friend, whom I feel comfortable around with.

A blogger who wants to remain anonymous.

After like 2 hours of procrastinating, hesitating, rejecting and persuading, I gave in.

5, at City Hall.

I almost didn’t want to leave the streets with the amount of uniform-clad guys littered around.

Woohoo.

The walk to Esplanade was a dreaded one.

I just didn’t have good vibes about everything, you see.

Only consolation?

Finicky Feline and her lover boy were going down, despite the inital plan of not going.

She had broke away from her visiting parents from Orchard for a quick trip to DXO to see the happenings, too.

Reached Esplanade, and there, was an anonymous non-blogger who had been eager to check out the babes from blogosphere.

It was weird how blogfriend and I were having the social jitters, again.

We ventured on, nonetheless.

So, was it boring?

It sure was quiet(yes, quiet), for me.

And for others?

I am pretty amazed how quick some of them were blogging about it wasn’t a boring event, cos some of them were the very ones who had been sending out messages through SMSes like these:

It’s f**king boring here man.
Very boring leh, you coming or not?
Quite sian and slow.
So boring till I falling asleep liao.
Okay la, nothing much. They still talking and we are not listening hehe.
Okay lor, at least the others are here.

Alright. Well, we are talking about the convention in the day.

Evening time not included, cos that’s when all hells broke loose and all turned into werewolves.

So it’s YOUR LOSS, reporters, that you didn’t stay on to milk the cow to its full potential.

And, you could always use a bit more creativity juices to report the event from another news angle like your colleague did today.

True enough, if you didn’t know anyone there, most probably it was going to be a rather bland event for you.

So, going by the convention itself, it indeed wasn’t that impressive cos the atmosphere wasn’t quite well-warmed up, unless you are hanging out with people you already know, or the cliques which were already formed.

I mean, did anyone notice there was a table of 2 sitting in one corner, without anyone talking to them because they weren’t of recognisable faces?

They sat there, out of place, observing.

Shortly after, they left.

Not to mention some of these people are extremely private people who did not want to be identified, especially right before the press.

So, it’s naturally few would want to use it as a publicity stunt to mediawhore themselves, you see.

Few? Urm. Hmm. Contestable. But, that’s not important.

Still, that’s a reason why some were rather reserved to be an observer, rather than an active-participant.

Then again, that doesn’t mean the utmost efforts put in by the organisers should be written off.

A daring try, I must say. But someone has to do it.

And the information they spewed, the awareness they raised, kudos to that.

I am proud of them to make this event a realisation and I am sure they will fine tune it to even greater heights in the coming ones.

Coming ones, yes. Cos I do think it shouldn’t be written off as an one-off event just like that.

***

As the 3 of us made a grand entrance into DXO, a man with a goatee zoomed in straight to us.

‘Are you guys bloggers?’

‘No we are not, we are just here to people-watch.’

It took less than 1 second for him to scurry away after realising we were of little worth. Aww.. so practical.

Which didn’t quite give me enough time to tell him I thought he was cute cos he looks like a friend of mine.

His loss.

Muahahaha.

Later on, I was told he was a reporter with the Sunday Times, and most bloggers had found him irritating and refused to be interviewed.

Perhaps, the rejection was hard to handle, thus the harsh title on the broadsheet.

I say, baby, where’s your journalistic instinct?

I didn’t acknowledge much of the people who were there.

It was polite smiles to Finicky Feline, and Janice, who were already there, and conversations went like this when they came up to say hi.

I have not seen the darling of mine, for a long, long while.

‘Hi, are you a blogger?’

‘Oh I’m so sorry, I am just here to watch. Are you a blogger?’

‘Yes I am, Sassyjan.’

‘Oh really?! OMG, it’s really nice to see you, I’m a fan!’

‘Oh nice meeting you too, I’ll see ya around.’

‘Sure! *air kisses exchanged* Bye darling.’

Ting exits.

Muahahahaha.

And yes, I disowned all the familiar faces I knew, except for the ones with me.

Then, as I proceeded to the far end near the entrance where there was hardly anyone.

Tinkertailor was there, and flashed me a smile. I put a finger to my lips, and went ‘Shh’, and winked.

He got what I meant, and nodded.

It was then, I saw Mr Sexyman The Whore With More, and Ball of Yarn. FF and I stopped for a brief chat.

And then, the guy who reminded me of someone I knew, was right beside me.

Snapped this, and my acute journalistic sense actually captured the later-on-to-be-branded Hunk of Bloggerdom, Dwayne.

Come to think of it, don’t tell the reporter his hair looks bad and my friend is actually way cuter.

And that, don’t tell him that many had found his attitude sucky and he is of little tact.

Oh but if you really, really, really do want to tell him, please address your mail to shawnwoo@sph.com.sg.

Poor thing you.

Oh well.

I stood around, observing everyone, and saw a group of familiar faces hurdling together. They seemed to be having fun.

And then, it was then a firm hand was placed on my shoulder, and FF told me not to look back, making it sound like some frightening monster was right behind me.

I didn’t want to turn back, cos I didn’t want to see any unfamiliar faces.

I ended up bringing up my camera, and snap at the man behind me.

Kenny Sia.

Oi, don’t like this. Will scare people to death one, alright.

At this point, Jean and Erica sashayed into the club.

I wandered pretty aimlessly, and did some people watch.

Before long, FF wanted to go off, and I, being the brightest light bulb, left with her and her loverboy for some mood-lifting treats.

It was Waffle with Chocolate ice-cream at Haagen Dazs.

I left.

Saw Kenny with Lindachia.

She has a nice, slim bod.

Definitely the most impressionable body of the entire event.

Should I say hi, or not.

I didn’t either, the night before at Hideout.

I shy.

I bowed my head, looked away.

I walked away.

***

SNAPSHOT.

A group of girlies around a table was deep in their discussions.

‘Eh.. that Xiaxue.. blarblarblarblarblar….’

‘Did you see that Sillycelly? Blarblarblarblar…’

‘Oh yah.. and that Sandralicious.. yadda yadda…’

Price people pay for fame.

And wheeeee.

The fun of Bloggers.SG.

Eavedropping what people are saying.

Ticket to bitch. Mercilessly, and incessantly.

***

They left after desserts and I went on to meet Vamptress, who was with her friend, Himbo Brian, for coffee at California Bistro.

My third visit for the week.

Yeap. First impression was that he was pretty much a snob who is a himbo. Plus his neatly shaped and plucked eyebrows?

Tsk tsk.

Gay boy Metrosexual.

Then again, it was good company for the evening with him and Vamptress cos they have endless bitching fodders.

We sat around, as I tried hard to resist the temptation of food, which failed.

Long talk, nice company.

Till it was time, to venture into the crowd, again.

***

I called Janice.

Basically, we haven’t seen each other nor chatted online since my hiatus.

I had shied away from her for quite a while.

Sometimes, people closest to you would make you feel the most vulnerable, don’t you think?

Anyway, I just needed a break from lotsa people, and hence, I stayed away for quite a while.

Sorry babe, I know you were worried. I did miss you a great deal, too.

***

Apparently, the group which was still hanging around DXO were of familiar faces, hence, I decided to join blogfriend and her friend as well, taking the chance to do some catching up with Janice too.

REPORTERS! WHERE WERE YOU GUYS?!

Unfortunately, the social butterfly was pretty high from the free-flow of alcohol.

The cool balcony setting was enticingly beautiful.

The first face that I saw was that of Triple Period, was very gentlemanly helped me to get a drink of orange juice when I first arrived.

Thanks, mate.

I finally got to meet Curious George(whom we had already met before, but didn’t declare her identity the previous time Kenny Sia was in town), and Barffie.

Urban Male Bitch, Amithyst, Daryl Sng too!

And some whom I had chatted to… Ping, and friend.

Woops.

Sorry, sorry.

I found a cool spot at a corner, and leaned against the railings, taking in the beautiful night.

I sprung to my feet, and switched on my PR-diplomatic mood.

It was then some merry-making, nonsense talking, photo-taking, before I sat down again, tired.

I turned to my companion, looked her in the eyes, ‘Sometimes, mingling can be such a draining chore… not that it is hypocritical. You like the people, and would like to have some fun, but it just brings some form of emptiness.’

She smiled, and fully comprehended what that sentence meant.

It was nice seeing everyone, really.

It was then, the fireworks from the National Day Parade rehearsals took the sky, and us, by surprise.

The sky morphed into a drawing block.

For the fanciful burst of fireworks forming pictures of art. Different hues, different sparks, different forms.

I smiled. I cooed.

Everyone’s in high spirits.

Take picture! We all wanted to capture that moment.

When was the last time you saw fireworks?

For me?

8th August 2004.

Somehow, it was rather painful.

Janice couldn’t stop squealing how beautiful it was, while holding my hand in hers. I pouted, and suddenly blurted out, ‘I don’t like fireworks, anymore.‘.

As the brilliance continued, I suddenly felt the urge.

PMS, I say.

I dashed for the ladies, where Janice forsook the show to offer me a cuddle.

Mascara ruined a little.

I hushed.

Vanity still rules.

***

I sat down, looking on to the streets beneath.

Looking on to the buzz.

It felt as if I was in it, but not of it.

At a corner, BlinkyMummy sat.

Definitely the belle of the event, in my opinion.

Her face is very nice in a pleasant, soothing way, as she sat, yakking away with her friends.

I watched, observed. Nice.

Some things, are often not captured on stills, and you have to see for yourself to see the beauty of it.

Before long, someone came up to me.

‘Hi, are you Scarlett Ting?‘

I recognised her. Sheena.

May I add that I was always pretty intimidated by her overwhelming entries, and she could come across as over the top at times.

And that’s scary for me, as I hole up in private most of the time.

But, meeting her in person had dissipated any of those reservations.

She’s warm, nice, and genuine. And. She has very nice features which pictures don’t do justice.

That smile. Cool.

And Sheena, it was a great pleasure meeting you. I mean it.

Not because you were the only one who wanted to take picture with me. *giggles*

Together with Sheena was Faith, who once emailed me a series of pictures cos it reminded her of me.

How sweet

Janice and Sheena carrying each of Kenny’s coconuts.

Whilst I.. erm, didn’t know what to carry.

Down boy, down!

And erm, the wet patch on his shirt(!!!!) is definitely not the result of my work.

Maybe it was Janice… or Sheena. No, not me.

MakanGuru wedged between Janice and I.

Yes, blardy fat tummy, I am aware.

I am pre-menstrual, and had bloated tummy, can?!

So, to cheer me up, the guys had their nice little surprise for me.

Chicken wing AND kisses!

Whee.

Airhole, Kenny, and MakanGuru.

Tell me, which female blogger had such privilege?!

I feel like a queen now. *beams*

Janice, the now-famous blogger *chuckles* receiving a kiss from me.

I had most wanted to take pictures with her cos it had been a long, long while.

The lovely Sheena, with a complimentary kiss from yours truly.

Airhole and I.

He looks really good on picture, I realised.

Saw a familiar face on the phone.

I called out to her.

Marcelly.

Did I mention that Wenwei and Huina(the couple I went out on Friday with) were actually her college mates when they were in United Kingdom?

And they sent their regards to her.

Small world, I don’t need to dwell again.

She’s petite, with a low husky voice which is quite sexy.

I didn’t have the chance to see her with her hair down though.

Prettiest face of the lot, definitely.

Nice, and very friendly.

I later met her again in the ladies, and it was a pity we weren’t able to join her at MOS event that night.

***

A text message came in from Winnie who wasn’t at the event.

Apparently, Terence was at the event, and thought he saw me.

#*&^@&%$#@%$#@

I got his number from her, called him and waved hi.

I wanted to walk over.

After a few seconds, I stood up, and then I mistook the crowd next to him as his friends.

I shy.

I walked away.

Bad move. He was there only with a friend, whom I didn’t manage to say hi to.

They were there, people watching, and enjoying the night that way.

I should have went over, cos apparently they had wanted to take pictures but were without a camera.

Wasted.

***

Janice and I abducted a slightly tipsy anonymous blogger, and tried to mock-kiss him on each cheek for a picture.

He actually looked better than most of the other pictures he had taken with us before.

I caught Cowboy Caleb sitting somewhere with his girlfriend.

Recognised him straightaway cos I had already seen a picture of his before. Thus, it wasn’t hard to pinpoint to him.

I later did go up to him to say hi.

He was rather shock by my abrupt intrusion I guess.

And I do mean it I like to read your blog, and it was the only time I said that for the night.

Muahahaha.

***

I exited from the glassed up area.

As I sat around, wrung my hand round the railings, looking at Swissotel in a distance away. Then, Marina Square.

Then, the Esplanade bay.

It was nice. A tad surreal.

I then heard ramblings on how VIP area was indeed VIP area.

They segregated themselves from those outside, and a few had lamented how they were ignored by those inside.

They must be too irritating not VIP enough.

But still, a couple of those inside the glassed up area were friendly. A couple, only, they said.

Some were busy. Some were tired. Some were pissed. I can only assume.

The only time the high-up-there exclusive ones were seen was when the night sky was awoken by the fireworks.

Okay peepz, inside air-conditioned, ya know? Singapore very warm and humid, who would want to hang outside with you on the balcony?

***

I saw a petite figure standing outside the door, and the melodious accent was nice.

I like accents. Don’t ask me why. I used to hate them, though.

I looked on, to her every move, and the way her hands gestured as she chatted to bloggers who wanted to talk to her.

I had wanted to go up to her too, but was as usual, shy.

I admire you, young lady.

There’s just a sense of genuinity about her, SPG.

***

And of course, the VIP area is indeed the VIP area.

It wasn’t long before I knew why.

Kenny came up to me, and whipped out a printed picture from his pocket.

Inside, a pixie-faced girl was grinning cheekily. The girl with the accent, it was.

Kenny had his shirt unbuttoned, showing his hairy chest and nips.

Apparently, SPG had dare him to bare his chest.

They posed for the photographs, as the room of 20 was conquered by unanimous silence.

She stood up as the picture was done(I could form a mental picture of an impish grin on her, tongue-in-cheek), and he reviewed the freshly taken pictures, he was awed beyond words.

The spaghetti straps of her dress was to her elbows, and her breasts were like his, bared.

That lucky man. And whoever in the room to witness the account.

I thought it was cheeky and pretty hilarious.

All the guys were raving on and on about how HOLY SHIT it was.

After the picture was flaunted, I joked that I would love to track her down, pull her to the ladies, and get some girl to take a picture of similar nature to.

Muahaha.

But I couldn’t find her thereafter.

Joke, okay, joke.

But, if I was dared, and could keep the picture private, I might have, in the name of fun, really.

Yes, whatever saga that arises as repercussions, erm, all I have to say is, see it in the name of fun.

There is no right or wrong, really.

It’s up to individual, as long as it hurts no one in the process.

Cut them some slack.

Now, who said Bloggers.SG is a big yawn?

***

I took a sip of the vile vodka lime which tasted like vodka on the rocks.

It wasn’t long before I launched into a series of Doraemon theme song with my kiddish voice.

Alcohol is evil.

I giggled.

Darn. I am easily high, eh?

***

We adjourned to ‘our turf’ after some discussions of where to party post-event.

I had wanted to party, actually. Regardless the crowd. I wasn’t aware how many were heading down to Attica, until I saw them.

The very kind Airhole gave Janice and I a lift in his car, and it was dominated by the guys’ talk on which girl made their day, and which girl was darn hot stuffs.

Men. They talked about ladies like pork in market.

The lengthy walk to Raffles City from Esplanade was an intimate one.

Of Janice and I.

As we walked hand-in-hand, I just wanna dwell in that closeness that we missed for quite a while.

She couldn’t stop saying how much she had missed me, and I updated my reason of shying away.

It was cool as we caught up.

Nice.

Didn’t have the chance to catch up with Vincent(RUOK), who sat beside me on the ride that night though.

And, I didn’t get to meet the blogger I had really wanted to meet, whom I later read he was actually there.

I didn’t expect he would turn up, really.

***

So, someone had said, Bloggers’ Con? Yeah, Bloggers con.

They felt conned after realising how twirls made me look nicer, cos they had expected a beauty behind those twirls.

They felt conned cos there is no Jay Chou Chee B.. lookalike out of the Calm One.

They felt conned that many photoshopped females weren’t as impressive in real life.

They felt conned the funnymen they had read were irritating in real life, and not at all that funny.

They felt conned the sweetie pie they had read about was pimplish.

They felt conned by my makeup.

They felt conned when they realised I am fat when my pictures make me look plump only.

They felt conned when they realised I don’t have deep, husky, sexy voice but a squeaky, high-pitched, cutie-pie ‘teyh’ voice.

They felt conned when they realised we are just photogenic and not so delicious in real life.

They felt conned when they realised we were all human, and not at all that perfect.

You think you at Immortals.SG or Goddesses.SG, is it?

***

It had been a long while since we had seen the familiar people at Attica.

I wasn’t quite dressed for the occasion since I had gone extremely casual just not to be seen or recognised by the outfit I had overexposed on my blog.

And I surely did not forsee going to Attica.

We got the ladies in whilst the men queue.

One of the unfortunate incidents The unfortunate incident of the night happened when one of the lads was mere 18 years-old was denied entry, as the club had its limit of 25 for guys.

Can’t remember his name though. I heard he’s a reader and not a blogger.

The abhorring thing happened was when Janice and I were talking to Mikey, that Airhole came up, and insisted the young lad to try to get in with his identity card.

Airhole’s ID was in the young lad’s hand all along. *Gasp*

The two shoved the card to each other, whilst the guy tried to return the ID to him. *smacks forehead in disbelief*

Right in front of the boss of the club?!

Janice and I looked at each other, bewildered, and totally appalled cos we hadn’t expected the guys had the intention to try doing that.

Totally embarrassed by the hilarity of the entire episode… we apologised and promised we didn’t try that stunt at all(yup, we didn’t, really).

But that didn’t stop the both of them from being banned from entering the club for the night, hence tainted the fun we had wanted to have.

Felt bad, both ways.

For being dishonest(somewhat) and unable to get them in.

***

As the rest of them partied on in Attica, dancing to R & B, I sat outside as I browsed the people who strolled by in the humid night.

People who were gorgeously dressed.

The emptiness and loneliness sept in occasionally.

After more than an hour, Erica, Jean and Kenny reached simultaneously to join us for the night.

We managed to get him into Attica Too, which is the usual place where Janice and I party(we seldom party at Attica, actually). We danced a little upstairs, and he could actually recognise some of those faces from our blogs’ pictures. Hurhurhur.

He recognised short David at the dancefloor, and tall David when he walked past us, and airkissed me.

That’s Hakim with his new image.

Yes, my bra is peeking out and I don’t care.

And Janice, you held the coaster the wrong way, baby.

We then danced on the podium.

Up on it.

And…

In the midst of it. *cringe*

Now I know how hideous I look while dancing.

We then went down to join the others, who were getting high at Attica.

We went down by the members’ entrance and they refurnished it.

Muahaha. Such a corny pose.

And yeap, with Kenny in the picture.

***

Hit the dancefloor immediately and everyone was dancing crazily!

These people really know how to boogie and have fun, I reckoned.

Some were chilling at the table right by the dance floor, not far away from us.

The group was prominent in the dancefloor.

It wasn’t long before a female dancer inched close to Kenny and started dirty dancing to him in the name of fun, and we all whistled, and cheered.

Janice then went behind of him, with another female blogger gyrating right at his front, and with me gyrating at his side.

It was 5 seconds before I burst out laughing and thought all of us were being really cheeky.

I saw Erica and Jean right beside the group of us, and seemed to enjoy themselves too. I waved to them excitedly.

It was then, before we saw some other female bloggers started getting the effect of the alcohol, and began french-kissing each other.

Wooohooo….. cool. No, I mean, HOOOOTTTTTT.

*Puckers up* Anyone wanna do me?

It was then one of the male bloggers joked, ‘You might as well kiss me.’ to one of them.

She readily agreed, threw her arms round him, and both of them embraced in french-kissing right before all who were present.

All cheered. The guys cursed cos they weren’t the one having the lady’s attention.

Then, they kissed again cos the others had wanted to take picture of the dare, and I saw the flash that went off.

I wasn’t sure how it happened, but I was told they kissed 3 times, which I only caught it once.

I caught it only when the lady stopped me when I was dancing to the music, had my eyes closed, enjoying myself, and tapped Janice and I to catch our attention, saying, ‘Hey wait, you look.‘

Before we could fathom what was going on, we were too shocked beyond words when the 2 embraced for a passionate game of tonsil-tennis.

WOAH.

WOAH.

WOAH.

Speechless, is me.

I could only did a ‘worship’ gesture, and shook my head in disbelief.

What can I say?

Initially, I thought it was done in the name of good fun, and laughed it off.

Janice even jokingly suggested to me, ‘You go f**k him la‘ to ‘outdo’ the dare.

Darling, I am not in for some competition, ever, ya know. Smack your head, ah! *chuckles*

But I know I might never have the guts to pull off such.

It was only after, when I left the dancefloor, did I realise the repercussions weren’t that simple, and all that which had seemed funny to me, was no longer so.

Things somehow got out of hand.

Consequences to handle.

Still, there is no right or wrong.

Just ask yourself if your conscience is clear for all your intentions.

Alcohol is evil.

***

I saw a bruised soul. I am the last person to worry for the soul, yet I felt a sense of helplessness.

I felt it.

I hope the bruised soul is recovering well.

***

The night ended shortly after for the group.

With people trying to do damage-control, poking their noses into the situations.

I suddenly felt as if I was in a primary school excursion group when someone asked another blogger to go into the club to ‘get everyone out and gather here‘.

It was suggested that everyone had too much a drop, and should be gotten out of the club to end the night for them.

And thus, the entire group was herded out of the club, and sitting around, aimlessly, clueless, waiting for instructions.

I found it a tad weird cos it generated much awkwardness, and prompted people to dwell more into the issues, and expanded the discussion.

Too deliberate, I thought.

And we are all adults, not children.

Of course, I understand the concern of the babysitters.

Much questions were written all across the faces of people.

If everyone had just partied on, putting everything aside, wouldn’t it have been an easier choice?

I felt a tad sorry for the female when everyone was trying to play mediator, putting the girl in intense scutiny.

It doesn’t mean I agree with her doing that. But it doesn’t mean I don’t agree either.

It’s odd for me to be saying that, but as I glanced at her, before I bade goodbye, I felt emotional.

‘Are you okay?‘ I asked.

I don’t know if it was weird coming from me, someone of absolute no proximity to her.

If it seemed fake, so be it. But there was an indeed a solid sense of worry.

Somehow, there was a disturbing feel about her.

She seemed too lost. About who she really is.

In general.

Perhaps, the question to her is, why?

***

I had a long talk with the male.

He had no regrets doing that, but have no intention to dwell on it cos it was all done in the name of good fun.

Fair enough.

As long as someone knows what he is doing, and can handle the consequences, I will stand by him as a friend.

Still, most importantly, know your true intentions, and stay true to it.

Just like the flashing saga, I think it’s the same for Kenny, and SPG.

***

All the others left for supper at 1 plus, whilst only Janice, Kenny and I were left for the night.

We boogied at Attica Too, and Kenny took a video clip of us dancing on the podium.

I didn’t know I look hideous when I dance.

&*#^$&^%!#!$#!@$#!@

I went to the toilet to answer a call, and Vamptress called to say she won’t be joining us at Attica anymore.

It was then when David came into the female’s toilet to ask us to look for a girl in black for him.

Guess she was pretty drunk and fell asleep in the cubicle or something.

Oh well.

***

It was 3am when Kenny and Janice could take it no more, and all 3 of us left.

We went for supper at Mohammed Sultan, and it was 4 when I finally bade Janice goodbye.

Somehow, Kenny and I started sitting by the bus stop, and engaged in a chat.

I didn’t really have the chance to catch up with him the other time round, and it was finally the chance to.

It dragged on till 6am, when the rain started pouring.

He would have wanted to leave earlier, but the scrooge in me had wanted to wait till 6am for the midnight surcharge to halt.

So, he waited with me too, and we finally did have a decent chat.

Shared my views on certain incidents that happened, and why the fear of crowds.

My cab finally came after a long wait, and I finally reached home when the day broke.

***

It is always in crowds, when politics happened, and people do things we could hardly comprehend.

We all have a different set of morals. And as much as we try not to be judgmental at times, we do get clouded by our own standards.

I am glad I acquired some really brilliant friends through blogging who truly take me as a friend, and I could feel true concern and love flowing from them.

There is also a group where it is all about merry-making, that brings emptiness to me everytime when events ended.

People sometimes do have hidden agenda and such, you know?

I know.

Because after Bloggers.SG, some female bloggers reflected to me that they had received indecent proposals from guys who had took noticed of them during the convention.

Yes, male bloggers.

And some had said that some male bloggers were being really intrusive with their personal questions that it almost became sexual harrassment.

And some, had used gossips that happened throughout the event as fodders to establish the kind of ‘bonding’ for their own benefits.

I don’t know.

I am glad I have my close friends.

And I decide to keep them, for good.

Others?

I don’t know.

If they are keen to be mine, I will be keen too.

For those I had met at Bloggers.SG, I did enjoy myself with you guys, too.

I wished I had more time to talk to you guys and know you guys on a more personal basis though.

Especially the girl who was at Attica, and used to study in River Valley, and her friend, a blogger who is non-local. It was good seeing you girls

And finally, I declare this entry, a wrap.

*BOWS*

Now, it’s time to count how many enemies I had made, now.

Tomorrow, is picture galore.

Promise it will be something less solemn, and more… visually stimulating.