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.

PBMA Hari Raya Outing

12 hours, 11 houses and 4 cars. :)

At Hafifah's.

Bitched to Hashir about Lisda. Then, bitched to Lisda about Hashir. So fun!

At Fadhil's. Not only were his walls red, but his family members were all in red too!

Fadhil, if I ever need to have a stylo wall, I will hire you!

Never underestimate the no. of poses a guy can do.

At Rasiah's.

Me: Did you guys know that there's an escapee at Woodbridge?

Lis, Amirul, Afiq: SKP?

Me: YEA!

Inside Hashir's VW,

Hashir: Ok I am the driver, Lis, you're the navigator, Nas, you're the entertainer and Afiq, you're the (I forgot what it was but I knew it's some lame post that Hashir came up with)

5 minutes later...

Hashir: Nas you're not doing your job! I'm so bored...

And then starting jerking the car.

What a jerk. (Pun VERY MUCH intended)

So I switched to Nuurun's car!

That's Hashir in front and he was asked to wait for Fadhil and Amirul to get down from the multi-storey carpark. But what we don't understand was, why Hashir had to wait in the middle of nowhere. Seriously, we were stranded there for a good 5 minutes.

At Hudzaifah's.

Where abundance of food takes on a whole new meaning. :)

Hashir: Eh, let's get out of here before his mom feeds us anymore food!

At Zakiah's. (Kudos to anyone who can spot the pictur spoiler)

Zakiah was sleeping soundly when we came.

At Hashir's.

Fadhil was so jakon, he had to make a video commentary.

Yes Fariq, I know flicking throught the channels can be really tiring...


I was commenting to Nuurun about what a nice sunset picture she took when she turn the camera the other way and said, "Errr..that's actually Hashir's lamp."

Just look at Fadhil!

After that, we went on a tour around Hashir's house. Fadhil was really acting like a tourist and taking pictures of everything around the house!



Once in a while I can hear him go...

Fadhil: Wah, like IKEA showroom.

The balcony outside Hashir's brother's room.


Soon, more joined us.

The boys took so long to take a picture that I had to ask them to hurry. And then, miraculously.....
TA-DAA!

But picture spoiler struck again ah..

Us gals...

Zakiah: Eh, let's call the rest up and take a group photo ah..

Me(already taking out my hp): Ok, I'll call them up.

Hashir: Nas, I can just go down and call them tau.

Me: It's okay. Your house is so huge that this is actually acceptable.

:)

In one of Hashir's many hidden spaces.

At Hadi's.

When the boys took off their socks and went upstairs to pray, Hadi was nice enough to pick up all their socks strewn around. Not knowing where to put them, he innocently stuffed them all in Syafiq's cap. HAHAH!

I can still remember Syafiq's face when he found out. :)

So romantic.

10 minutes later...

At Nadhirah's.

At Amirul's.

Hafifah, Me and Rasiah. :)

(Me, Zakiah and Hadi kaypoh-ly looking through photo albums.)

At Fariq's.

Who stays at Jalan Malu-Malu. Seriously.

And who's granddad is 93 years old and still fit as a fiddle. Seriously.

Fadhil Fadhil....

(I really dunno what else to say)

:)

At Izzah's.

You can see all our muka basi already.

Nadh(disgustingly): Hadi, kenapa kau pegang Amirul macam gitu?

HAHAHA.

Sorry it took me so long to update my blog but I'm kinda sick of this happening:

Me: Eh, did you know that (.......) happen to me that day?

Someone: Yea, i know.

Me: How you know?

Someone: Your blog la.

By 'someone', I mean everyone. Haha. Not that it's a bad thing but I'm just saying that i like to have things to share when I meet my friends. So at that point in time, i was anti-blogging cos I truly believe that it defeats the sentiment of meeting your friends to 'catch up' and that I will turn into an anti-social loser.

"So Nas, what have you been up to?" "You dunno ar? Just read my blog lor." (This dialogue is purely fictional and it merely serves to help those who still don't understand the point I'm trying to put forth.)

But I realise I'm a loser (as constantly reminded by friends) whether I blog or not...so might as well.

While there are many many things I wanted to blog about, there just isn't time for me to do so! Like right now, I'm supposed to be finishing my South Asian readings for my test in 2 days time, read an e-journal and do a presentation on CAREGIVERS, finish my History readings on Korean War and General MacArthur's report to Congress, write a 1500 word essay on Asian Civilisation, complete my mid-term assignment for Genes and Society, start on my Social Work report and project AND do a summary on Sri Lanka and Nepal's political structure and internal conflict.

WAHLAO! I've been waiting and waiting and waiting for the word 'AND' to signify the end of my horrendously long list of things to do. I'm so scared and stressed right now. I better start on them. Ok, bye! Oh btw, I HATE SCHOOL!

Nas: Riane, let's printscreen ok?
Riane: WAIT WAIT! I make my hair nice first!
(5 minutes later....)
Nas: Can already, Riane?
Riane: Wait wait, i'm trying to see which pose is the best.
Nas: You know Riane, I really really regret suggesting this.