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

super baby @ urbanscapes

anti-social behaviour @ urbanscapes (at least aroha and i were playing mario kart together)

Chelsea Maika design

my new golden half. thanks, sayang. :)

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.

the year is 1999. it’s hari keusahawanan at school and i meet this adorable trendy thing. her pants are awesome and i tell her so.

it’s 2004 and we’re sorting through your clothes ala bundle-style. i feel stylo just like you.

we meet under shitty circumstances in 2006 with cuntfaces and cheebyes over vietnamese coffee. but it’s ok. we have girl talk and each other.

it’s 2009 and we’ve had girls’ night and birthday kisses and shopping and partying and everything else in between. i love how you get me (the cynical nasty bitch) excited about everything. your company is a terribly clichéd shining beacon of light in my life. everything is somehow happier, better, fun-er and awesome-er when you’re around.

bestnya hidup aku because you’re in it.

happy 10th anniversary, echo(saya)punya.

Baby Ya Bay says:
AAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!! SIAPA NANI?????

justine, beckoning says:
colleague la
she bought me the doggie

Baby Ya Bay says:
aaaaaahhhhhh
asallah gambar dia ada kat situ?

justine, beckoning says:
why why?
sbb i upload la!

Baby Ya Bay says:
bzztt… psycho bff bitch mode on

justine, beckoning says:
HAHAHAHAHAHAH
ohhhhhh!
i love you the best

Baby Ya Bay says:
:D

justine, beckoning says:
silly girlfriend

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

birthday kisses is <3

come august, we’ll all be… 19!

went for lapsap junkyard sale and got a couple of nice things. (not pictured here: red summer dress and black linen pants, both from jacinta.)

purchasing this bag, we were assured by the stall owner that it was indeed an “original vincci”, which stunned both of us into anguished silence. it was so painful holding our laughter back, i tell you. original vincci, ok. omg don’t play.

got this pleather mng vest and a cute wife beater for RM15. can we all say it together? what a fucking steal.

then on aroha’s birthday dinner, i was presented with a shiny sparkly clutch from kak elly and a green playsuit from yc (which i switched with baby for pink, soweee!).

macam birthday aku la pulak!

then baby and i just finished a yum cha session at our favourite weird cheap shopping heaven. we went a little crazy at this shop which sold cosmetic utensils from RM2 – RM8. altogether, my haul was RM13 while hers was RM15.

what what what is this: foot scraper, eyelash curler (with free rubber lining!), nail buff and eyeshadow foam brushes. wow, i mean, wow. will i ever use them all? probably not. but is that besides the point? duh! the point is that this haul is only RM13!

<3 our cheap shopping