It was all fun and games.

The story was a little different the week before.

It was the Malaysian-International Fashion Week organized by M-IFA. Think of it as the Grammy Awards for fashion.

There I was, alone at Pavilion. My friends that had promised to come to the Fashion Show with me could not make it.

I was hungry, I thought perhaps a nice meal could help with the disgust that I had at that time on my friend that had missed our outing together; and a meal I had.

I thought the place was invitation only. Yet I am seeing flock of people at the place, signing up at the entrance with “Photo Kaki” credentials as media accreditation.

Much to my surprise, the show was tad boring. Boring in a way that the models looked messy. The designs were good. It was a showcase of local designers, or something. I was being pushed by people, people shooting me off and stuffs. Yes, these photographers who has got fake media accreditation shooed me off because I was a guest, and I was sitting by the stairs, minding my own business. Perhaps it was because my camera were bigger than theirs.

I got bored, not being able to enjoy the fashion show like how I wanted to, I walked around, sat the the place where I was supposed to seat, oogle at some cute guys, looking at the clueless people, looking at some of the not so well dressed guests. I kept my big camera, and whip out my camera phone, I feel more into place than the others, without the big big bulky black box thing.

I enjoyed myself, not the fashion show, albeit it could have been better.

Maybe, we can try tomorrow. Or perhaps, I am better off sleeping at home. We will see.

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