Last night's after-Idol, post-supper was nicely tranquil. Think a slow walk from Newton Circus to Novena Square's fountain + heart-to-hearts. Although my ears were still ringing from the screams of the 5 teenage girls behind us who were just plain-ass scary. Seriously.

We managed to get the seats on the left of the stage that overlooked backstage so we could see the 11 finalists running around and getting ready...pretty cool. It was also illustrated to us how fame-hungry two of the finalists were...they kept looking up to the stalker-material teens who were screaming for the non-talented, not-at-all-goodlooking one . It's not like the two of them could even sing.

I don't know why girls totally break down for someone they barely even know and worship the ground he walks on. I doubt I'd ever understand it.