I gave up explaining that there were no one beside us that night. Yeah i saw a girl wearing tudung too, but if you clicked the picture and enlarged it further then allow me to ask, where's the body? Huhu. Oklah, tired of explaining already.
Actually when i was busy explaining myself, i felt like i am some nuisance girl convincing that the girl in the picture was some dirty/lasam/kotor thing. I feel so stressed out when people do not buy my words, and telling me i am creating some hoax. I feel so stressed out when people don't see what i saw. Aiyer, i better stop protesting it or else someone might bring me into mental ward, claiming that i'm gila already. Shit, somehow i totally believe that this kind of scenario does happen in out society. If you remember history, Galileo sentenced for believing the sun is the center of universe. SEE, the sun is really the center of the universe what.
Somehow in this world, we are forced to be the ordinary Joes. If you are extraordinary, then people would accuse you as crazy and locked you up in the ward. Like in the Changeling, Angelina Jolie was being forced to take medicine and put into the ward when she protested that the little boy that the government found wasn't hers. . . .
End of story.