fullylicensedtocrap.: Embracing love.

News, or no news. Homesick healing trip was a blast. Femmes were jolted to the extreme tick point and love was overwhelming like bloody..oh dear god, it was priceless! 3 days 2 nights in Malacca was well spent I'd say. Hugs and kisses and hugs and kisses were exchanged.
March 25th, 5.15pm. Dressed up like a ninja turtle with backpacks and matrix card (yes! matrix card!) hanging on the neck and off the bus with a wave of tiny bit of tears and huge bit of touchy moments. Monologue of 'Gee..how I miss this darn place!' was rehearsed. Greeted dear lesbian partners with hugs and kisses and screams and joy jumps, change of clothes, and 5.30pm, marched straight to the court. Spent the evening fiddling round court with dearest netball mates. Had dinner at the cafe with femmes (continuance of hugs and kisses and screams and joy jumps) and rest of the night was a..let's say,, productive. Heh. Night was filled with gossips updates and One Tree Hill re-runs with Ili baby while having the company of AIS textbooks in her room.

Beware. Camwhore slash retardness slash hyper alert.

What's not to love?

March 26th, another rejoining session with dearest classmates. Wagoned through Kelemak's famous Char Kuey Teow with Amer, Wanie and Mia. Little surprise was thrown and it all led to screams and joy jumps and hugs and kisses again. WH questions were splurted and the 911s were nicely absorbed. (No pictorial evidence as I was too overwhelmed with the surprising part and forgotten about the existence of the little picture snapping gadget of mine) Fiddled in one more training session in the evening. (Note : I miss the balls and the sweats.) Dinner at cafe with lads and lasses. Night was spent in Ann's room this time. Yes, I'm an official legal but literally illegal nomad. Plates of laughters were had. You can never get enough of love and joy at the same time I tell you. Darnit, I love yous bebehs.

Yes. Regular meal in Malacca. Ayam pedas dua ketul.

Through thick and thin, always have, always will.

Just like the old days.

Ann's failed attempt of self shot.

The unwind attempt.

Anbreen found a new beanie.

And she went cuckoo over it.

Calming session.

Sue's Kerja Baik of snapping the picture by chopping the heads off.

High on love.

Excuse the retard moment. *coughs*

And this is when the new found beanie turned into a kickboxing head gear?

Orang dilamun cinta. Aduhai.

Orang dilanda kegilaan. Adoiyai.

Side note : Case took place around 1++ am. Ili baby was back in her room as she has a morning class the next day. Bihah was entertained and attached to her handphone. Sue was slaved to be the cameraman. And Hany and Ara were back in their room as well. That leaves it to Ann and I. Ta-da.

Ahem. No. Red's not mine.

March 27th, hopped off with Ann, Hany, Sue, and Bihah to PD for a mini shopping trip for the upcoming Open College day. Baden Baden-ed all the way. Another one of the many adventures to be embroided on to the memory lane. 6.30pm, the self-indulgent, epitomized sloth is already on the way back home. 8.30pm, lad A *insert overwhelmingness*, picked me up at Serdang. (pausing for a few smiles before continuing clickety clacking the keyboard, deep breathe, and..GO!) Darn that Radhi OAG look got this ovary owner turned into full enthusiasm mode. Right. Behave, Adlynn. Swayed through UPM picking up cousin JD before going back home. Lad had dinner plans with fam, hence no lepak-ing. Hugs were exchanged, dumped off ninja packs and dinner with cousin at the Mamaks. Story telling, gossip updates goes on. Wallah. Though for the day.