.the theory.

Chronicle: The hypothesis of earthlings.

Here’s a theory, of earthling on earth that I would be more than delighted to share.

People, to me, are divided into two parts of life.

The one who is normal and the one who is quite erm abnormal? Okay it’s just a theory. Abnormal as in creatively unique, and normal as in practicality believer.

I was heading to OUG, by train, when I bumped into Zalika, a fashion student from LimKokWing. We were talking about some stuff, mainly about our philosophy of creativity excellencies *ehem* We agree about one thing; we do what we do for the reason that we are driven by passion.

And while we were talking that I realized amongst the people jam-packed in the train, we out-stand ourselves through our dressings and belief. It was awfully quiet and there we were, babbling about creativity chauvinism, if you know what I mean. People stare at us like we were some kind of aliens, shook their heads and whisper amongst themselves.

*it’s hard to travel in a train packed with normal earthlings and surrounded by normality*

Its everyday people and an everyday life there in the train, and its monotonous.

It’s like we were two colourful people and the others were just a plain hue.

I accompanied Ira for a tv host casting in Subang, with Luada Talent Production later in the evening. We were then joined in by Ez who wore a very stylish cardigan jacket which I can’t resist to snap it with my canon. The small studio was full of pretty, glamorous, faces with merely same style of make-ups and hairdos. Some are fakes, some are wannabes and some are friendly.

I spent my weekends in Muar with mommy… as I have nothing better much to do in KL except for assignments. Had dinner with Ito who lectured me about life and lots of things. *thanks dear* I always feel bored if someone lecture me but I don’t know why I can stand listening to Ito babbling, perhaps his soft-spoken voice had me pin my ears to him all night long. I guess the four year old boy I once saw when I was in kindergarten has blossomed to be a very pleasant, respective young man.

And I met Shahril last night. He lost weight already.

I’m v.glad that he at least smiled at me and and and…be nice to me and respect my friend, Ito.

And he told me that he missed me *and I miss him too*

If only I could hold his hand, stop his car from going and tell him “please stay.”

Coz I’m all tired, of waking up everyday feeling lonely.


.i love the woosh effect of rezo walking by (left).


.everyone seem to lentok to the left.


.the photographer, the tv-host to be, the model.

.lightssssss so bright.


.pudu.

.kota raya @ nite.


Living my life pathetically happy.
__Ib