GIRLS MORNING, EVENING and NIGHT OUT!

Ok actually, we went jalan raya so it's excusable if we spent the whole day...

even if we only went to 4 houses. :)

Sitting on my wonderful bed...

And our ride for the day was...FARAH's MINI COOPER!

In case you're wondering what the inside of a Mini Cooper looks like...

It can also sometimes be filled with 4 incredible people.

"Let's vandalise this bicycle!"

But nobody listened to me! Story of my life...

Azy just had to pose where the dirt on Nad's mirror strategically covers her face!

Good job, Azy!

"Hey look! Can you spot the similarities between Nad and the flower?"

"Errrrr...how about 'There are no differences'?"

"Wow. I never thought there was a perfect answer to this question."

Look at Farah's beautiful eye lashes! I'm so jealous!!!

Those things can trap more than just dust, trust me.

Our final house was Farah's house and I think a tour is deemed necessary.

Encik Alias's pride and joy...the fish pond!

Hmmm...a trampoline next to a swimming pool? I can already think of 10 different ways to have fun and then confirm hurt myself.

Living Room No. 1

Living Room No. 2 is just through those doors at the other end.

The dining room.

Living Room No. 3

Nad and her new best friend, Osim.

Living Room No. 3 and the gym behind it.

The Game Room. :) :)

I only pooled once but I didn't know the inexperience is going to be damn obvious here.

Just because her camera can shoot, she thinks it's a weapon!

Posing around the foosball table and not playing?

It's a girl thing!

Gossipping around the foosball table?

Say it with me now: It's a girl thing!

Nad was so tired after running around, looking excited at all the things she can do that she totally collapsed on one of the couches near Living Room No. 3!

And then she came up with the stupidest line of the night:

"Oh my God, I so totally camouflage with the couch. LOOK AT ME!"

But we spent most of our time in Living Room No. 4 where we played...

ROCK BAND!!!!

Farah, the Rock Band expert plays like this and still scored higher than the rest of us!

Ok now compare her relaxed face to this...

That's why they say don't play this in baju kurung!

"Nad Nad! Make a rocker face!"

Riane: Wow! Drums and cigarettes? You're already a bonafide rockstar!"

Hahaha.

Nad, PRETENDING to twirl the drumsticks. Hahah.

Nad, PRETENDING that everything's going smoothly.

But before long.....

Professor Mcgonagall, Muslimah version.

After EVERYTHING, we just had to catch our breaths (and we've only just explored the 1st floor of the house lah! )and what better way to do that than to hang out in Farah's room! :)

Now, I think I need to alter my life goals abit:

1) Study hard

2) Get a good job

3) Marry a good man (doesn't has to be a pilot! See? I'm matured now..)

4) Be able to number my living rooms

Azy's Open House

I met a very very cute boy!
Totally cute and forever in his own world!

"Ooooo, so young and I'm already a ladies' man"

HAHAH! No wonder he turned around...sadly!

I think I'm the only sane one.

After eating, it's back to work! Cutting bread, Kampong-style....;)

Nad curi tulang and went to hide on the stairs behind Azy.

Look at her stealthy face! Hahah!

Whenever there's a camera, you'll always find a flock of girls not far behind.

And then Nad suddenly had a 'brilliant' idea.

She wanted to superimpose her face on mine! I'll show you how she did it...

Even though she failed worse than miserably, at least it kept her occupied for 10 minutes.

Nad acting all sneaky cos she just hacked into Azy's account. Hahah!

Talking about sneaky....
Here's Azy, pushing the 2 of us away just when the camera clicked.

Here's Azy, covering our faces just as the camera clicked.
Ok, it was late at night and we were exhausted so forgive us for acting so delirious.

Nad's final redeeming shot.

Terms and Conditions
on joining the halal trinity clan.

member must:
1) be a girl
2) love planning outings that never come true
3) get deliriously happy doing number 2
4) aim to embarrass fellow clan members by embarrassing oneself first
5) have incredulously high self-exteem that don't make sense
6) colour code outfits with other clan members according to special occasions
7) had nasi banjir at least once in her lifetime
8) must know each other's passwords
9) member must be either nad, nas or azy.

After 3 months, the maid is finally coming. GOSH. Inefficient agency!

I got so many things to do and yet, here i am! But it's ok..my excuse is (and always will be) that I'm waiting for inspiration to strike. You see, when you're in arts and all you have to do everyday is write thought-provoking essays, sometimes the mind runs dry. Really dry, like the wasteland of Somalia.

So, I thought I will complain a bit about my handphone. I've never really gotten used to the super presumptive dictionary that's in-bulit in the phone. You'll just have to type in 2 letters and it will assume what you're gonna type. So, sometimes....

a simple message such as : "Chey! Oklah, see you later!" becomes "Chrysanthemum! Oklahoma, are you later!"

And if I'm typing names of areas in Singapore, it will turn out gibberish. "Ok, so tomorrow I will meet you at Yishun and then we can make our way together to Marsiling?" becomes "Ok, so tomorrow I will meet you at Tibight and then we can make our way together to Marauligb?" It's a miracle how Lisda knew where I was talking about.

"Chicks over dicks, baby!" manages to become "Chicks over ducks, baby!" Which makes me sound like a poultry freak but whatever.

One good thing from this is probably the fact that I can no longer type in Singlish because "Ok lor" becomes "Ok lord" and "Ya hor" becomes "Ya horse".

Don't even get me started on what happens if i type in Malay.

Reactions from recipients of my nonsense messages ranges from "CAN YOU STOP STRINGING RANDOM WORDS TOGETHER TO MAKE SENTENCES?!" to "Please please check whatever you've written before sending" to "You better read what you type first ah! or I'm NEVER going to reply you again!"

My friends have no sense of humour. -_-

6 deadlines in one week and 4 of them in ONE day! Clearly, someone wants me dead.

School is such a CHORE!

Okay, end of my 30 seconds break.