Yesterday's event over at the east was a blast.

Hell I was shuttling back and forth the length of the area, getting those ultra-fine ladies and uber-cool people (I'm aggresively heterosexual) to spare me a few minutes. Was pretty much a roll-a-dice make-a-choice game; I was selecting people by random. Well on hindsight, maybe I could have trusted my instincts and not trusted my gut feelings at times. How so? I made a inspired deciscion for the first third of the event, and damn was I in the spot. The second third wasn't as lucky; I sucked. Damn.

It could have been worse, you know. I wound up having to get the contacts of one of the ladies in prep for another time. And the big guy behind the show could have been missing all throughout. But I was blessed with a supportive people and fine funky people who helped a lot. Thanks to all of you. And not to mention the lady from a blast from the past, Nice Meeting You... Again!

I managed to get some people after the show, so wasn't that bad.

Do you believe in fate?

I could have went home. But I thought better and went to find a spot to sit and drink something. And they were there! Haha no need to get fussed-up over the last third of the show. And there was one of them a fine-fine-fine lady. You could call me naive or crazy or hopeless but that's all to me about hope; I just keep myself hopeful. You know the kind of feeling, when there are so many female people who pass you by and come by and talk to you - or maybe shun you - or perhaps dun even know you're there - and amongst the blinding, hazy crowd there's a sparkle that catches your eye, like, like, like a shiny gem that rests on a girl's chest that does not need any sparkle dust or glitter glue to radiate it's quality, only that this gem IS the girl. Your mind is enthralled by that visage; you realise that it is the gem is flawed, and all the more you feel admiration and awe for what this gem is, she is not like any other, she is her, and your heart battles as to whether you would have the courage to embrace her beauty.

Hmm look at the long poetic crap I wrote. I left the table and deciding that Providence had only guided me for that sole purpose, I smiled, gave a bow, said goodbye, hesitated, then said goodbye again, to the lady who continued talking to her friends, head turned from my words.

Homework Homework! Work Work! Damned weekend.