The Lucky/Chosen One

Exactly last week, as we were having meeting at Filzah’s crib, we got in touch with Yafiq, another friend of ours and long story short, he said he could meet us that very evening, *runs home to get ready*.

As we were getting ready, this conversation happened.

*excerpt from Shafa’s blog*

*Getting ready*

I swear I didn’t expect Filzah to own awesome make-up products.

Like excuse me, she was once the girl who said, “I have no time for make-up”, but look at her now, Kat Von D, Urban Decay, a complete brush set, lipsticks ahhhh you just name it man!

Aqilah: which colour suits me?

Me: *picks a random colour* you should try this, you’re always with that pinkish tone

After she’ve applied it on…

Me: Woman, you look good! I wanna try them too.

After I’ve applied…

Me: Omg girls, I look fierce. So not me.

Aqilah & Filzah: Nah you look just fine, really.

I trust their taste. So yeah, I bravely went out with that colour.

Me: What’s the name of the lip colour?

Aqilah: Pillow talk

Me: Ohh, Maher Zain eh?

Aqilah & Filzah: Zayn Malik laaaa, buat dosa je!

Hahaha, well I swear that was very selenge of me. Sorry Maher Zain, I didn’t mean what I said.


So yeahhh, now I know why we’re friends. Selenge-ness (Bimbo-ness) runs in our blood.

How the meeting went you ask?


T’was amazing, fun, a little messy but whatevs.

I totally don’t blame Yafiq if he went back with a headache for entertaining our nonsense which was REALLY DRAMATIC btw. #terriblethrees


Out of the few drama takes, this was the most decent picture of us.

Which reminds me, waaaay back in Secondary School, some of my friends would bring up this petua (old sayings) that people should never walk in group of threes. Whoever is in the middle, will die first.

I’m pretty sure the logic was just, if you walk in threes, it’s a little crowded, that’s all. *shrugs*

One thing I can attest to that is… if for the longest time, you keep being in the middle, something is definitely bound to happen to you.

For me, I got lucky.

Nope, didn’t strike the lottery or something.

I got a present from a birdie’s bottom, (Read: A bird 💩💩 on me!) while the three of us were walking towards Uniqlo.

Really birdie!? There were other TWO, if not THREE of us, and YOU CHOSE ME!?


Luckily, I was surrounded with lovely friends who the first thing they did, was, well, laugh before going ‘EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!’ #ifoundmyfriendsbytheroadside

Filzah was laughing heartily (she was literally out of breath, that woman) while snapchatting the BS situation away. Shafa saves my day by helping me get rid of the little poo poo with whatever tissue we manage to get hold off from our handbags.

 Thanks bae. What are friends for right? 😉



 *too much drama in one day*

Moral of the story…


 From now on, we’re taking group pictures like this. I refuse to be the middle person, anytime, anywhere.