:: Starry, Starry Night ::
I am so tired. I have spent 2 days waking up before 6 am, and leaving home before 7. Trust me, that's a hell load of effort for someone like me.

Despite my aching back and legs, I decided to bump into the girls. There's just something about girlfriends that made you feel so good at the end of the day during your ride home. Yesterday, it was Fadila and Farah again. It was almost 11pm when Hanie and Sha joined us, and that was when a whole series of ghost stories started spilling out. Fuck those cosmetic surgery and body rejuvenation matters that I'm currently filming on. These girls rejuvenate me, and made me years younger.

Something really strange happened on location yesterday. I was sitting with the hairstylist, Ryan, and the makeup artist assistant, Siti, in the early morning at the bookstores' cafe, when a young girl, barely 20, wearing a black tube dress came up to me and held her hand to me.

"Hello, sayang, I'm Michelle" she said, and gave me two pecks on my cheeks. I believed it was Siti's or Ryan's friend, and then she kissed Ryan on the cheeks before sitting on a chair next to me.

"Do you like my dress?" she asked Ryan.

"I'm gay," he said.

"Nooo.....you're kidding, right?"

"I am gay," he insisted.

"Noo...get up! Nooo..."

"Yes, I'm gay"

"Noo...fuck you!" she snapped. Then she softened, "No, wait, -fuck me...let's go!"

We were speechless, and by that time I was already wide awake. Without a signal, she got up and left the table, walked around more, and she bumped into my production manager. We saw her holding up her hand for him, to which he took, and shook, and when she leaned forward to give him a kiss, you could see he practically jumped!

So Miss Michelle became the subject of the day. My director suggested that perhaps she was depressed and dumped on Valentine's Day, which explained that shimmering tube dress and handbag...hmm.