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Perhaps it was only a matter of time that we few would meet and unveil the faces behind the words. Perhaps the very first sense was realized in that gathering at Sentosa, the sense that we were a bunch of people who loved the written word.

Many moons ago, Reminisce started Some Kind of Everywhere with the intention of roping us few in as contributors. The title aside - which was derived from a rather delectable acnedote told to us by our mutual friend D - no one had any idea on what this blog was to be about.

Personally, I see Some Kind of Everywhere as an attic in a shophouse, its entrance not quite publicized but open nonetheless for any one to wander in. One would climb the rickety staircase that looked as though it has been there for decades, and having reached the top of it, find the attic. There would be a ceiling fan dangling precariously from the already low roof rafters, spinning lazily at a speed that no amount of cranking its broken speed knob would alter; dialing the knob to Number 5 would just be as slow as Number 1.

The three walls that envelopes the sole casement window on the shopfront would be of a dirty cream color. Littered around the tongue-and-groove timber flooring would be carpets of mismatched motifs and colors, along with an assortment of throw cushions and bean bags. There would be a worn, familiar couch with a small table next to it, on which there would be a small hi-fi set dishing out music. And it is on this couch that one would find one - or some - of us sprawled in, as we pass a lazy afternoon shooting the breeze over a couple of drinks.

Along one wall there would be a corkboard that runs its entire length, and on the corkboard would be countless scraps of paper tacked to it, each containing a passage written by the few of us, and every one of them a post on Some Kind of Everywhere.

This den - this retreat - would be there just so. There would be no political or societal aspirations in its existence, and the people you would find here have no overreaching and grandiose ambitions to be founders of the sole superblog; we do not even want to try. We each write and post for only one -- ourselves. This is not a place of sleek gazing and stainless steel; it is but a humble joint with a few like-minded cats lounging, where the ambience is casual and laidback and, above all, unassuming.