So today, me and Ashiqa went to Clarke Quay, to her father's shop. Why? Because it was half-day and because (according to Ashiqa) it's the only place to get free food. This is gonna be a super picture-y post, cause I'm kinda tired right now, to write about everything, and, I have alottttttt of pictures, which I am sure people will like, I mean, who actually reads the whole chunk of text of nonsense that Afiah writes, anyways? I was actually rather upset when Ashiqa told me that her father's shop was just set up, so that means, no indian food for me. :( Wouldn't it be awesome if there was nasi briyani? My love.

So prepare yourself, sit back, and enjoy the pictures.
P.S I look retarded, as always. But whatever. (Click to enlarge)

The most wonderful thing about Clarke Quay is that they have all these awesome looking boats which I wish to own and sail around to the other side of the world. :O



So finally, after years and years of walking, we finally reached Ashiqa's father's restaurant! Which is AWESOME by the way. :)
I got bored of waiting for foodehs, so I took a picture of Ashiqa with her unreturned class key. Ashiqa you in trouble girl. Heh. Ashiqa was so worried, but it's okay, they're not gonna punish us because of that.
I was hyperventilating when I found out that there was nasi briyani! Omg omg my briyani instincts/mulut masin-ness always comes true! I LOVE YOU ASHIQA'S DAD FOR THE BRIYANI! Briyani's the best. I'm hungry. :(

Well, after the quick lunch, we headed back to the riverside. To take moar picturesssss!
Okay okay enough on the scenery and crap, let's get serioussssssssss!

Hold on to your computer chair cause this is gonna get well, rather narcisstic i should say?
No, we're not vainpots nor narcissists. I'm sorry, I'm hysterical, but I just can't help it can't I? I'm just thankful I don't have OCD.


In the midst of taking pictures, two cute guys walked past. One blonde, one ginger haired. Ashiqa saw them too, and so I told Ashiqa that I like guys with wavy hair. And she went like this. And I just had to take a picture of her face. Her 'wtf afiah' face.

Okay, black & white shots.

Like one of those weird hair-blowing commercials.We were trying to pull of a 'fierce nigga-ish look' but as you can see, it didn't turn out well. Well, at least i flashed my two fingers. And ashiqa you didn't contribute! So much for being 'in da hood'.

Darn you!

It becomes clake quay. Click clake click clake click clake. *Makes the sound of horse hooves*

This was when we went to this like small cramped shopping centre and it was on the escalator when Ashiqa did this. O.O

We went to Charles & Keith and tried out some shades. The shades were awesome! I'd like to get them one day.

After walking and walking and walking we decided to head back to Ashiqa's father's shop to get nice drinks, eat desserts, and do A Math Differentiation! Wooooo!


Awesome lime soda drink. Out of the awesome choice of desserts, we took the normal cheesecake which was so delish! Me looking all stressed.
I ended up completing my work after the drink and the cheesecake, then we went to the nearby masjid to catch zohor. Very convenient masjid right in front of the shop.

Not really, but super near.

It was raining heavily then, when we left the masjid, so I took out my red umbrella, and we decided to do the raining-whilst-using-the-umbrella-under-a-victorian-street-lamp thing. You know, like those old english movies.The masjid is located at cumming street. Let's cum cum cum to cumming street. Cumming street is also near to Ashiqa's father's shop.

Then, me and Ashiqa decided to get a snack at 7-ll since I've been deprived of snacks and fast food since school started. (Which is a good thing, but it lowers my blood glucose concentration. I might get blood glucose deficiency or something) I bought a crunchie, and we shared it all the way to Clarke Quay MRT station. She dropped me before the overhead bridge, and we exchanged (what she called) good-bye kissies. I was actually thinking of doing the conventional yeah but no but yeah but *sizzles* thing. But she insisted on using the camera so.. yeah.

After I was at Clarke Quay MRT, it was so darn empty that I feel super claustrophobic. It really freaked me out. The whole stretch was empty! Yes, I was claustrophobic because there was no one, not because there were alot of people. You know, its that awful feeling like you're trapped in a huge metallic box underground. It sucks! The picture is really blur because i was shaking.

That's pretty much about it, we had lots of fun!

Update: Farah I can't believe you're into K-pop now! *slaps hand on face*

P.S Adding pictures restricts my writing! Darn!