chaka chaka

so this has been the best weekend in yonks.

firstly, no work. secondly, adik khairul aka hanip proclaimed awhile back that he had never (like never) experienced the trashy guilty pleasure that is karaoke. for real, i never knew people like this existed. so off we went to pop his k-cherry with aplomb.

but before that, some asianposes with my lovely.

they made us, VIP red box “members” wait a whole 7 minutes for the room. oh, the travesty.

the only logical karaoke joint was red box at the curve, which we dropped by at 11pm. cipet, missed the buffet. i officiated the cherry-popping ceremony with “北京一夜” which elicited what i could only imagine was a mixture of chagrin, amazement and horror. haniff was wondering what the hell he got himself into.

hello. like only the bestest fun ever. there was no mic-hogging solo bullshit that night. every song was a group anthem to be yelled out at the top of our lungs. so much so in fact, i secretly had to lower the mic volume more than a couple of times. (sorry, by.)

haniff, i hope you appreciated this. just for you.

6 jugs of beer worked their magic, loosening tongues and ridding us all of that nasty habit we call manners. soon there was dancing and jumping and gyrating to: michael learns to rock. fool’s garden. queen. cranberries. britney. kanye “i am the biggest douchbag in the history of mankind” west featuring estelle. backstreet boys. KRU. peterpan. beatles. carpenters. the darkness.

anthemic. that’s right.

we sang ourselves hoarse.

kanye west still fucking sucks.

i was initially worried we wouldn’t last till 4am. but of course none of them wanted to leave when the time came because awesome karaoke sessions with the awesome evil gang are well, awesome.

pump enough beer into ‘em and suddenly everyone wants their 5 minutes.

no prizes for guessing what poses these are.

thanks to all the attendees of justincat’s evil karaoke cherry-popping red box session, do come again. we’ll miss you, hanip. x

i’d say U.O.X. was awesome. that is, if i could remember half of it. didn’t have dinner and started chugging beer. was very tipsy very quick. sucks that i had to sober up to send someone’s car home. but then the buzz came back and eventually poor al had to send me home. a camwhore bimbo post if i ever saw one. *dance dance dance*

photos below stolen from khairul.

us girls waiting for mr. a to try on some awesome pants. oh how the tables have turned.

baby: ada orang dah 33!

tokidoki

tokidoki for onitsuka tiger

<3

since fanboy and i were stuck in the office till the wee hours on sunday, i didn’t manage to catch the hot air balloons.

but i did get a photo from the view of mr. a’s room.

mr. a, i cannot believe we have not yet been able to grace your dwellings with our presence! let this be a major pushy hint.

p/s: iPhone camera really sucks!

went to lapsap last night. the main act – mystery jets – cancelled last minute due to some dodgy flight schedules (timing of which bugs me). so less crowd and more lapsap. empty dance floor. mmm mmmm.

mister awesome is awesome with awesome handbags

wayhan loves all wildlife

baby loves pretty girls

we went to the washroom in a big drove (as girls are expected to do) to take photos. and to pee, of course.

i think.

camwhore moment #1: baby + not so signature pose

camwhore moment #2: dee in model mode

camwhore moment #3: hazel’s sexy back

baby and i will never be apart

kellie goes ghetto. nice hair, wayhan.

the super cool nazluna

xu has super-powered eyes (photo uploaded specially for baby.)

happiness is a life filled with less drama, more alcohol chilling.

lapsap junkyard sale @ palate palette

tag relaunch (hanging at terrace)

baby zulkiflie crazy chili padi

the not-so-secret-affair with mister chicken

fine, i’ll admit i was tad antsocial last night. but… but… i just wanted my cherry trees! is that so much to ask? anyway i’ve also blown the elite beat divas out of the water. i so rule.

drink drink drink and then drunk? had too many sessions this week. think i’d better slow down. :p

the boys, acting sexy and shit

playing wii under influence

absolut kurrant ribena, a discoball and great company

the loveliest girl in the world

the buruk-est FACE that night

the datin has entered the building

aiyo, how can i take a photo with datin with such a tak cool face!

backdated photos.

aroha goes to drama class:
“oh nooooooo… my phone battery just diiiiiiiiiied…”

this lovely left aroha’s sorry, drama ass behind for a date with me!

do note the matching casio databanks, kthnxbai. BOHRIA!

…that i am now immune to all types of bad puns.

some photos, sorta stolen from baby. yes, these photos are on her blog as well. we’re bohria and boring like that.

antisocial behaviour: exhibit a (dragon quest)

antisocial behaviour: exhibit b (dragon ball)

antisocial behaviour: exhibit c (elite beat agents)

this is how you’re supposed to act at a wii party.
“nak hold haaaaaaaaaaands.”

even on a wii, golf can’t be saved

i hate golf. i hate it, preciousssssss.

but i love you, Princess DS!

justine, super dragon ball

khairul, unconcious.

geekiest weekend ever. my arms are aching so much, the only reason i can manage to drive is thanks to the power steering. with weekends in like this, who needs to party in town? ;)

wii-ing is tiring, ok?

the  regular night of debauchery out at TAG/lapsap/palate/wherever is “sooooo last month” that for a change we had a night of debauchery in.

in attendance: baby lovely, mr. a, haikal starkiller (mario kart cheater), mr. producer, and a sleep-deprived datin. oh, and moi, of course.

pada malam jumaat itu (kira semalam ah) kami beriang ria dengan satu unit wii…

dan…

…dan 4 biji nintendo dual screen kesayangan.

malangnya, yc phoon dan haikal starkiller amat ‘anti-social’ dengan main game hanya ’single player’ seperti Elite Beat Agents dan errr… rasanya Call of Duty. dan khairul hanya bermain dengan mighty mouse dan tiba-tiba tertidur semasa meng-facebook-ing.

ok, i’m done mimicking baby and her uber melayu posts. thanks to wii sports (bowling, tennis, boxing) i am incapable of lifting my arm above shoulder level.

“diorang ni main cam tennis betul!” aroha laghed just before baby swung with all her might and connected with my arm. i’m just waiting for the killer bruise.

the Night of Mayhem really lived up to its name. incriminating videos and photos were taken, but 98% of them are residing happily in baby’s T2.

“incriminating? how so?” no one is asking.

well, it shows how terribly retarded anyone can look while playing with a wii. especially if you’re decked in a fluffy tulle skirt and a birthday tiara.

<3

tonight the Night of Mayhem continues. that is, after the Last Night Out With Mah Bitches organised by miss ooi. i hope i don’t get lost on my way to J&R.

ciao, bella.