This, was fucking hilarious.
One minute we're blowing o's, the next our cigarettes are on the roof below.
Chello's response being,
"*stunned as hell and says this really really slowly*Whaat the fuuuuck ?"

Our rendezvous.
From dressing up in the middle of the night just for kicks, to sitting at the pondoks in Phase 2, after our daily morning mamak sessions.
One of the pictures, the one with my sexay lip stud, is from last year. Just felt like reliving the Triple Threat for abit. (;

Our late night accomplishments.
From microwave cooking mac&cheese, to washing and stacking the dishes, to writing a letter to Siti, basking in our glory, of cleanliness, that is.
The note reads ;
Dear Siti,
Kita sudah cuci semua pinggan & mangkuk & cawan & sudu & garfu & pisau.
BE PROUD !
Sudah hampir satu tahun saya tidak cuci apa-apa. Saya sangat bangga, so Siti kena bangga juga.
xoxoxo, Michelle.

Siti !
Kami sangat rajin, sih. I laff you.
xxx, Manda.


Backtracking again to two trips ago, back in the old house.
This, was while waiting for the golden oldies to come get Chello so she could go back to Pussytown. Rawr. (;

And this, was this trip. When we got bored in the middle of the night, we decided to dress up and take pictures. Cos we hott like that, yo.
Then, Momma wanted to go car shopping. Cos evidently, we need a new car as the one we're using now, isn't enough space, with our thunder thighs, and JLo bums. (:
So while Mother was off looking at the cars, Chello and I decided to have our own fun, and try out all the cars. Blabbed about what cars we want, and what we're gonna do when we actually can drive (legally). We've both come to the conclusion that we'll probably never be home. Foreal.
Mother was listening so she told us to move out straight away. Not exactly comforting, my Mother. Tsk.

Well, there's bound to be more pictures hidden in the depths of my stupid lil machine right here, so as soon as I find em, and get the rest of the pictures from Chello, they'll be right up here on my blog. (;