Everyday when you return from your school, whether or not it is from a secondary school, a junior collage, a polytechnic, or ITE, you would probably think that school sucks.

All that work and torture under your lecturer's or teacher's homework or assignments, or tutorials...

But think about this, i mean really think. All the time spent with your classmates, all the laughter, sorrows, and happiness of knowing that your friends are there in your class.

Now imagine them gone, perhaps part of them or even all of them. You may not realise it, but when advancing into the next level of education, it is inevitable that some friends will be parting with you.

What is all this you ask yourself, what I ask is of you to think, for those who received this mail, what do those people who were once or were still your classmates and friends meant to you.

Anyone who has at least finished their o levels and has graduated from respective schools would know the feeling of parting with your classmates and friends.

Not knowing when you still see them again.

Perhaps the next day, the next week, month, years, or even decade. Perhaps one day, you would realised how bitter sweet those memories were, the fun you had with your classmates and friends.

That is why ever so often when you asked someone which is the most fond memories they had in their years in education, they would often have that sadness in their eyes, but yet, they smile briefly.

It's the memories of their school friends. Those unforgettable years of laughter and happiness in school.

Each classmate had suffered under the same stresses in school. The teachers, whether they are kind or extremely strict.

So treasure your schooling days, don't complain, because you never know when you will miss them dearly. And perhaps, shed a tear for those treasured times in your youth.

last day as crescentians to party.

a real funky bunch, we were.

Here's to the nights we felt alive
Here's to the tears you knew you'd cry
Here's to goodbye
Tomorrow's gonna come too soon

Put your name on the line along with place and time
Wanna stay not to go I wanna ditch the logical
Here's a toast to all those who hear me all too well

All my time is froze in motion
Can't I stay an hour or two or more
Don't let me let you go
Here's a toast to all those who hear me all too well

Here's to the nights we felt alive
Here's to the tears you knew you'd cry
Here's to goodbye
Tomorrow's gonna come too soon

dinner last night was great.

so was the party.

i never knew i could dance in heels...although it wasn't really dancing per se.. but more like throwing my hands up in the air , swinging my butt and jumping around.

hey, it was a disco, what would you expect?

i had to be careful though, since the place was so packed, everyone was squashed up against each other, so a large hand move would just smack the person next to you.

i'm just waiting for gwen to turn 16 so we can all go clubbing at sparks *officially*.

and i've just realised that it's also a great form of exercise as well...

only problem was that we were dancing really near the smoke machine, and the music was really loud, so my voice was a little damaged after it.

but it was *fun*.

sarah toh, elaina, fatimah, nina, puan, tamara, justina and a few others went out again after that for *more* clubbing..

haha.

wanted to join them, but was just really washed out.

yesterday's photoshoot was kind of weird..
it's one thing when you see the professional models pose into the camera and smile and take the perfect shots.
it's a totally different thing when *you* are the model.

and i was still reeling from the pain when my stylist plucked out 3/4 of my eyebrows out..

i had never seen *so* much eyebrow hair before...

"oh...your eyebrows are sooo thick..*PLUCK*...but you've got a beautiful arch...*PLUCK*..have you done threading before? no? ok...*PLUCK*...CLOSE YOUR EYES...*PLUCK*...hmm...actually you have nice, big eyes too... *PLUCK* but veeeery thick eyebrows *PLUCK*... HOLD STILL...*PLUCK*"

and here i was biting my lips so hard trying not to scream.

now that it's been 24 hours and the makeup's been washed down the sink, my eyes are swollen and there's a lighter patch where my eyebrows used to be, because they were so thick, they protected the skin from being tanned by the sun's rays.

is the beauty worth the pain?

no.

although i might change my mind after the photos come out.

but actually, the photoshoot itself was quite fun, although i was wobbling the entire time trying to keep my balance on the shoes...

but the photographer was quite nice, eventhough he came an hour late. atleast he was friendly and all..

"give me a smile? yes.. good.. wonderful... turn around a little... not too much... ok, a little bit more... perfect... give me one more smile, this time without the teeth...beautiful..one more shot...this is going to turn out great..."

eurgh.

after a while the "great/wonderful/beautiful" comments became a little irritating...

i'm just hoping that the photos turn out to be "great", "wonderful" or at least "beautiful".

but the makeup was defintiely wayang-ish... probably going to complain to my sis, since it was under her whole influence that i got into this whole thing since she modelled for the same company when she was in jc.

according to pea.. i didn't look very comfortable...
which was true..i guess.

she's probably the one who i should listen to since she spent the entire time doing what i did when i waited for my sister to finish when i was 8 - she sat on a stool near the corner with an amused look on her face, watching the whole thing.

and jean said the makeup made me look really old..

jean: the makeup makes you look older..
me: really? how old..
jean: um... like an adult..
me: like how old?
jean: um...28..?
me: HAR?
jean: ...29?
me: WHAT?!

so in the end i looked almost *double* my age..

ick.

jst realised that since the holidays started, i have *never* spent one entire day at home. yet.

hmm...went to gwen's house today.

after much arguing over the conference call, we finally settled on that.

me: hello? jean? hold on ar... *puts the phone on hold..and calls gwen*
gwen: hel..
me: ah wait. i'll call pea. *adds pea in too...and connects all four lines*
pea: hello?
me: hi pea.
gwen & jeanne: HI PEA.
pea: eh? how come? why..?
me: oh. we're all at my house....(darkly) except you...
pea: really?
gwen: no la.
jean: yeah, technology has improved a lot in the past year, you know.
me: ... conference calling has been around for the past 5 years.

so they think it's cool. problem is, when two people start talking at once, everything comes out jumbled.

which happens a lot, by the way.

gwen's pool's nice...and quiet.

my perfect kind of pool.

only difference was that the 3 of them wanted to get tanned, while i, the one with the darkest skin of the group, wanted to stay in the shade...

it was funny actually...

(the sun comes out)
me: AAAHHH... *runs from the deck chairs to under the umbrella and slaps on sunblock*
the rest: AAAHH... *strip and run in the opposite direction from under the umbrella to the deck chairs to get tanned.*

even the lady who pierced gwen's ears at primitive art told me i was "very tanned"... *after* the lady at the chomel counter said that exact same thing.

and princess pea, her royal highness who always somehow manages to awake from her beauty slumber and grace us with her prescence, often not carrying much at all, was sulking cause she didn't bring her swimsuit. so she did the typical shirt off, pretend sportsbra is a bikini top gig.

which made gwen's sister launch into a whole "find the odd one out" game.

"YOU'RE THE ODD ONE OUT CAUSE YOU HAVE A BEACH TOWEL"
"YOU'RE THE ODD ONE OUT CAUSE YOU'RE NOT WET"
"YOU'RE THE ODD ONE OUT CAUSE EVERYONE ELSE IS WEARING A BIKINI"
"AND YOU'RE THE ODD ONE OUT CAUSE YOU LIVE HERE."

hmm.. i think i was *quite* nice to gwen's kids today.

at least tried to be polite.

not exactly very fond of kids, but figured that since i was a guest, i had better behave properly and be nice to them.

and they're ok, i guess.

but kind of noisy..

maybe since both my parents hold full time jobs, no one is really at home. that's since i was 8. after gee left. so i guess i'm accustomed to walking around the house, stripping on the way to the laundry basket, and back in a new set of clothes before i reach my room again..

it's weird, since gwen's house and mine is abut the same size, yet hers houses almost 3 times the amount of people as mine.

while i go around complaining about how the house is too small whenever gee comes here from her holiday.

i wonder what nickname they have for me.
they call sarah, sarah-plain-and-tall
and they call pea...well...pea.

her brother's kind of cute too..

(jean & i walk into the living room)
brother #3: ANJALI!
me: eh?
brother #3: ANJALI!
me: oh...*notices a small boy screaming my name* oh..hello..
brother #3: YOU'RE NAUGHTY!
me: and why is that?
brother #3: BECAUSE YOU'RE NAUGHTY!

(and then during lunch..)
brother #3: YOU'RE NAUGHTY!
me: why?
brother #3: BECAUSE YOU'RE EATING NAUGHTY FOOD!
me: well, your sister and your dad made it for me...so it can't erally be that naughty, can it? (takes a drink of water)
brother #3: AND NOW YOU'RE DRINKING NAUGHTY WATER!
me: (half chokes on water) whaaat?
jean: (giggles)

hmm.. i just don't know how to act among children.

blame it on my youngest kid upbringing, and then the "only child" upbringing that follows..

as a kid, would spend my time listening to adult conversations in the living room when company came over, since i usually had no siblings to talk to.

which pretty much explains why i blamed everything on "politics" from the age of 9.

but i guess gwen's siblings...are nice.

they're friendly and all.
and quite welcoming.

quote of the day:

(at borders)
me: has gwen's ego made her head swell to the size of a watermelon?
magic 8 ball: OH YEAH.

how do you know your parents love you?

when you realize that when you ring the bell to your own home, the prinicipal of cedar is sitting in your living room, waiting to give you a personal talk on which jc to apply to.

eurgh.

hobbled home today, with 5kg (yes, i weighed them) shopping bags, my hair in a mess, slightly wet from the rain, and with a stain from hot chocolate from lunch on my shirt. too lazy to take out my keys, so i rung the doorbell.

a rather grouchy dad answers the door and shoves me into the house. "WE'VE ARRANGED SUCH AN IMPORTANT MEETING....HOW CAN YOU BE LATE?"

ah well.

learnt a little from the meeting.

but of course got yelled at by my parents for my "tardy arrival in such sloppy dressing after gallavanting around orchard road."

according to them, they told me that he would be coming.

my side of the story? "i didn't hear nothin' "

and i don't see why it's such a big deal. i've met him at dinners and stuff. and besides, he's my father's "close friend" and there wouldn't be a need of making a big deal of me not making a "good first impression" anymore, would there?

and besides, he seemed pretty happy that the "top indian student of singapore was from his school."

oh btw, it's one a the few times a male student topped.

as the former acsi principal he taught vivian balakrishnan and shanmugaratnam so maybe he's a big shot la.

oh well.

it's not he frst time i made a bad impressn on an important person.

anyway, had fun today.
am pretty convinced my sense of smell is gone.
after going to that place and smelling every single scented thing at one asian culture shop at holland v, we then went to bodyshop..to smell more samples...

and am pretty sure that gwen deary lost all of her remaining brain cells today.

*taken from jean's blog*
Lolled around Holland V for a while after shopping in Taka. Anjali and Gwen went to this weird looking shop and started sniffing these scented samples (came in Vanilla, Opium, Lemongrass, Ocean etc). I think all the smells must've gotten to Gwen because she wrinkled her nose and ran out of the shop going "I don't like Ylang Ylang!! Stop making me smell it!!!" I sniffed some Opium - smelt strongly like soap. Ylang ylang wasn't that bad though.

Then we headed down to find ear rings for Gwen who started to act...very strangely. Grinning and giggling away and playing with ear rings.

Gwen: *giggling* Hey guess what? I bumped into an idiot today!
Anj: Who?
Gwen: *giggling still* Me!!! Hee hee....
Anj: *stares*
Me: She's been possessed.

Anjali maintains Ylang Ylang and Lemongrass and all the other scents must've affected Gwen's brain. She also believes the red xmas bauble which Gwen knocked over in the shop must've hit some sensitive part on her head. So we stood outside the ear ring shop just watching Gwen grin, giggle and play with the ear rings by herself.

Me: *whipsering to Anjali as Gwen giggles over a pair of ear rings* What is she doing?
Anj: ....I don't know. Let's just maintain our distance first.
Me: I feel like we're looking at some exhibit in the zoo.
Anjali: *sounding strangely like those presenters on Animal Vision* As we watch, the Idiocius Stupidocous prowls amongst the merchandise...
Gwen: *hears us and giggles even harder*
Me: She now retreats behind a shelf...
Anjali: The Idiocius Stupidocous appears shy...
Gwen: *from behind* Oi shaddap la!
Me: It emits a loud squawk indicating its displeasure.
*Gwen reappears grinning and looking very red*
Anj: *in hushed tones* Idiocius Stupidocous returns from hibernation...it makes it way toward the ear ring racks again.
Gwen: Oi shaddap la! *settles on a pair of ear rings and goes to pay*
Anj: Idiocius Stupidocous appears to have made its decision...
Gwen: Oi shaddap la! *storming toward us now. Still grinning*
Me: When provoked the Idiocius Stupidocous bears its claws...such as now! *ducks*

And Idiocius Stupidocous proceeded to wallop Anjali bad.

hmph.

why do *i* always get the battering.
why can't jean get walloped once in a while?

this is unfair.

oh. and it's spelt ylang ylang.
without the i.

congratulations gwen!

you've reached your 10th piercing!!!

so now, among gwen, sylvia, jia hui and myself we have 24 piercings altogether.

that works out to 6 per person if you count the mean average.

but then again, gwen's got 10... that's the most... and almost makes up for half of it.

people were giving us these weird looks outside primitive art at the hv windmill.

maybe it was because i was flipping through the tattoo designs while waiting for gwen to come out of the room..

and today, we seemed to take the phrase "shop till you drop" too literally. but hey, our biceps are probably much stronger now.

good news: came across the borders "waste $75 and get $10 back" voucher.
bad news: i lost the voucher.

saw andrea de cruz and pierre png at paragon when i was there with pea.

hmph.

they look the same on tv.

but andrea has kind of big eyebags. maybe it's a side effect of all the anti-histamine drugs she's been taking after the slim 10 incident.

ah well.

it was funny cause pea and i were going up the escalator when she saw pierre..and i saw andrea... then we both started looking for the other person and all.

and then at the orchard underpass, where i forced pea to go try on her mother's dress at atithalia, and made her go up the escalator and then down again..

haha.

and i have found a hidden source of energy in the form of adrenaline.

these past few days have been going to bed at 3am and waking up at 7.30am.

4 and a half hours.

that's like half the daily requirement.

oh well.

the good news is that, when i go out and stuff i have like this eneergy keeping me up.. and that i don't become tired and all...

bad news? when i get home, i'll be dead tired.

maybe that's kind of like taking caffiene. or so i've heard.
i've not taken much caffiene since i turned 12 and realized that it stunts your growth.

which probably explains why i'm the tallest in the family now, despite being the youngest.

and when i do get a little of it, i'll stay up the entire night...

eurgh.

bright lights.

she got out of town on the railway,
new york bound
took all except my name
another alien on broadway.

well, some things in this world
you just can't change
some things you can't see
until it gets too late.

when all your love is gone
who will save me
from all i'm up against
out in this world?

and maybe
you'll find something
that's enough to keep you.
but if the bright lights don't receive you,
you should turn yourself around
and come on home.

i've got a hole in me now.
i've got a scar i can talk about.
she keeps a picture of me
in her apartment in the city

but some things in this world
man, they don't make sense

some things you don't leave
until they leave you
and then the things that you miss,
you say

let that city take you in.
let that city spit you out.
let that city take you down.
turn around.

when all your love is gone
who will save me
from all i'm up against
out in this world?

and maybe
you'll find something
that's enough to keep you.
but if the bright lights don't receive you,
you should turn yourself around
and come on home.

yeah, come on home.

man. holidays rock.
it feels weird.
have you realised that only *twice* in your life will you *ever* get a holiday without homework?
1. end of primary school. after psle.
2. end of secondary school. after os.

this is my *last* chance to have a holiday without homework to come home to every night.

anyway, let's just say i'm not getting this opportunity slip out of my hand.

an hour after the exams ended, shopping is already underway.
the day that the exams unofficially end was spent at the beach.
left the house at 9am. got back around 7 or 8. (11 hours of pure fun.)
which sure beats my usual 11 hours of sheer trture at school.
go home.
eat dinner.
have a bath.
sleep, cause we were all dead tired.

day 2 [today]:
SHOPPING.
wake up.
realize that i should have met sylvia at taka half an hour ago.
jump out of bed and run to the phone.
i have now perfected the art of multi-tasking.

so i run into my parents room and speed dial the cab booking service and get changed at the same time.
operator: tibs taxi. how may i hel you?
me: i need a taxi. now. [phone number and details] from pine grove to orchard road.
operator: give me a second ma'am.
me: (furiously throws clothes on, and then realises that you should comb your hair *after* you pull your head out of your shirt...)
operator: hello?
me: (with my head stuck in my shirt) *hmmlo?*
operator: hello? ma'am? hello?
me: (with my voice still muffled by me struggling with my shirt..) hmmlo? hmmlo?(finally manages to get my head out of the hole..) HELLO?

i don't have much luck with clothes.

and let's then there was the time in sec 3 when i got stuck in a dress at isetan.

me: eh.. i'm stuck.
charlotte: what do you mean, you're stuck?
me: i dunno. (opens door)
charlotte: (sees this weird looking anjali in a distorted dress..) *laughs* what did you do?
me: i dunno.. there are so many holes... so i think i just wore it wrongly..
charlotte: (tries to help me... and pulls in every direction..) if i just...and then...STAY STILL...maybe this hole...DON'T FIDGET...
me: *jumps around* i'm not fidgeting..
charlotte: ok..let's see...now if i pull your hand out from here..
me: (sticks hand out..)
charlotte: not this hole.. the other hole...
me: (sticks hand out in another hole)
charlotte: no...not this one either...you have to...STAY STILL...
me: *jumps around* why can't it just fall off? (does some stupid, wild, thrashing, jumping action in a vain attempt to get the dress off...)
charlotte: you can't even stay still for a minute can you?!
me: *whines* charlotte...get me out of this dress...it's squashy...
charlotte: *stares* you're acting like a kid.

anyway.
i finally made my way there.
fortunately, pea smsed me earlier in the morning to make it half an hour later...
but anyhoo, i was still late.

sorry pea.

but other than that... we had a great time.
we planned our shopping trip earlier, with our list

list for prom:
dress
shoes
bag

i like shopping with pea.
she found this perfect m)phosis bag.
and later i realised that i had an m)phosis discount card at home which provided discounts and stuff.
anyway, later we went to taka, and we found this perfect dress for pea.
i like playing "dress helper"...
walk around.. look for stuff for pea to wear... give it to her to wear... wait for her to come out... tell her what i think... walk around somemore... make small talk with the attendants...
[must remember to lend pea my black organza shawl for prom..]

and i saw these "sparkly" earrings.
with a "sparkly" price too...

so that kind of threw me off..
but it looked really nice..

but i needed time to decide so we went to look for shoes.

and after trying on 9457462964296294 shoes, we finally gave up and went to paragon to look for accessories to match my earrings.

and then couldn't find anything.

but we found hollywood secrets...

and then we went for lunch...

and then to kino for pea to look for a book.

[oh, by the way, according to some asian face reader, i have the face of an 'amazon', meaning that i tend to be independent, able to appreciate the finer things in life, and also have a keen eye for detail. it also said that i have really high standards about men, and probably would get along wel wthout one.] (hmm...makes you wonder doesn't it?)

and then went back to taka again.

decided that the earrings were really nice.
and since daddy dearest is sponsoring today's big shopping trip, the "sparkly" price was no longer the issue.

so now the house contains 18 pairs of chomel earrings.

then went to turf city looking for more shoes.
caught on with pea's "be satisfied with the first oe you see and buy it and you'll still look perfect" attitude.
which works out quite well, since for the first time, the first shoe i looked at was the first shoe i liked, which happened to come in size 10, my size, and also looked really nice.

so now my nice "sparkly" silver heels have been chosen as my shoes for the night.

so it turned out to be a pretty good day.
8 hours of shopping churned out...
- the perfect shoes (for me)
- the perfect earrings (for me)
- the perfect bag (for pea)
- the perfect dress(for pea, but i'm really jealous cause of the way she looks in it..)

so now that i'm lending pea my shawl, her look is complete.
i still have the problem of the dress and the bag.
which should sort its way out in time.

i hope.

blink 182 - feeling this.

fate fell short this time.
your smile fades in the summer.
place your hand in mine.
i'll leave when i wanna.

i'll be alone if you're feeling
so lost and disillusioned.

me and jean waited for the rest to come today for half an hour.
so we had to keep ourselves occupied.
first we composed the chihuahua tune on our handphones.
i did the 2nd verse adn then she did the first, so we both managed to finsh that quite fast.
and then she asked me some psycho analysia question.

her: a girl's mother died and during her mum's funeral she met a handsome guy whom she instantly fell for. she kept obsessing about the guy even after the funeral. week later she killed her sister. hy?
me: wait. she met this guy and then later went crazy and killed her sister?
her: yes.
me: why?
her: guess. but i don't think that you'll get the correct answer.
me: this girl...is she emotionally unstable?
her: well yes.
me: and the guy. let's see.. she's never seen him before?
her: no.
me: ok. so all that she knows about the guy.. is that he's good looking... and that he attends funerals, yes?
jean: yes.
me: *thinks hard* so the only way to meet him again was... to create another family funeral. she didn't have to actually kill her sister, right? she could have just waited for some old geezer to die.. and then get all dolled up, and get his number.
jean: what?
me: she killed her sister to meet the guy again.
jean: *stares* you've got the mind of a psychotic killer.
me: no! it's just.. a logical deduction.
jean: *continues staring..* no..you've got the mind of a psycho killer! you got the question correct.. that means that you've got the mind of a psycho.
me: no!
(pea shows up)
jean: hey pea, let me ask you something.. a girl's mother died and during her mum's funeral she met a handsome guy whom she instantly fell for. she kept obsessing about the guy even after the funeral. week later she killed her sister. why?
pea: cause he was the sister's boyfriend.
jean: SEE?! that's an answer from a normal person. only a psychotic killer will give an answer like yours!
me: i am not a psychotic killer! i've got enough self control holding me back!

and this arguement stretched on for the next 20 minutes.

If I were a month, I'd be: december. the time with all the holidays.. and all the presents and shopping...
If I were a day of the week, I'd be: friday or saturday.
If I were a season, I'd be: spring.
If I were a planet, I'd be: venus.
If I were a sea animal, I'd be: better at swimming.
If I were a direction, I'd be: north-east.
If I were a sin, I'd be: either pride or gluttony
If I were a gemstone, I'd be: sapphiremy birthstone.
If I were a historical figure, I'd be: i'd kill to be audrey hepburn, the queen of black and white tv.pea says i remind her of martin luther king jr. ask her why.
If I were a liquid, I'd be: mercuryqing, remember "mercury-x"?
If I were a tree, I'd be: a palm tree.
If I were a bird, I'd be: a penguin.
If I were a flower, I'd be: those red and yellow daisies you can get at the florists for seventy cents each.
If I were a kind of weather, I'd be: cloudy and windy
If I were a mythical creature, I'd be: phoenix.
If I were a musical instrument, I'd be: electric guitar?
If I were an animal, I'd be: some sort of a jungle cat..
If I were a color, I'd be: stripes.
If I were an emotion, I'd be: deja vu.
If I were a vegetable, I'd be: cucumber
If I were a fruit, I'd be: rambutan
If I were a sound, I'd be: music blaring from the radio
If I were an element, I'd be: fire.
If I were a car, I'd be: one of those mitsubishi convertibles.
If I were a video game, I'd be: catch the sarcasm before it catches you.
If I were a location, I'd be: tropical
If I were a song, I'd be: rob williams - come undone
If I were a movie, I'd be: there's something about anjali.
If I were a book, I'd be: full of pictures, catered to the attention deficit population.
If I were a food, I'd be: chocolate pudding
If I were a place, I'd be: with an original taste of interior design
If I were a material, I'd be: coloured plastic.
If I were a taste, I'd be: pepperminty
If I were a perfume/cologne, I'd be: smelling like grapefruit
If I were a word, I'd be: indifferent.
If I were a body part, I'd be: the fingers...i>i value my sense of touch.
If I were a facial expression, I'd be: :s
If I were a subject in school, I'd be: lunch.
If I were a bug, I'd be: dragonfly.
If I were a smell, I'd be: soapy.
If I were a candy, I'd be: real, dark, bittersweet chocolate.
If I were a cartoon character, I'd be: michealangelofrom the teenage mutant ninja turtles
If I were a shape, I'd be a: pointy star?
If I were a number, I'd be: lucky number 7.
If I were a sport, I'd be: a staring contest.
If I were an item,I'd be : relatively expensive.

update: maybe the beach wasn't as great as it seemed...
sylvia just called in sunburnt, with a headache and a cold...
halfway through sloshing around in the water, gwen and sarah both got sunburnt too.
jeanne's feet are really hurting too.

i think i got off the easiest.
yeah, my feet hurt a little.. but the sand made it so smoooooth...
and i'm the darkest among the 5, so i evidently have the most melanin. which is really cool, since i have never been sunburnt my entire life, [even during obs...and 1 whole day of hot sunshine kayaking without sun block...] so that means i can go have as much fun as i want in the sun as long as i want without being scathed.
and thanks to jeanne, i remembered to bring along an extra set of clothes. so i was the only one who went home dry.

in 9 and a half hours, i'll be seeing pea again. bright and early to go...
SHOPPING!

i love the holidays.

sylvia, gwen, jeanne, sarah and anjali's guide to unprepared swimming.

suppose you decide to just wade into the sea just to get your feet wet when you are purposely splashed by a jet ski driver who wants you out so that he can run laps.

don't fret my dearies.

here's what you do.

- make sure *everyone* is wet. no one is allowed to remain dry.
- get into the water.
- no swimsuit? no problem! you're already drenched so there's nothing you can do about it!
- and now, defintiely the easiest way to convert your everyday clothes into swimwear:
step one: get into the water.
step two: take your shirt off.
viola! instant swimwear.

haha. today was spontaneous, to say the least.

spent our time in sportbras after we got drenched, hoping that no one would realise that they were not swimwear but actually (gasp!) underwear.

haha. that was fun.

and i have to admit, gwen did the right thing of just dunking me in the water... which seemed like the best thing to do since i was the only dry one left.

i have found one of the best exfoliating products in the world in palawa island's sand.. now my feet feel soooo nice..

who'd expect some unadvertised island off the coast of singapore to have such nice beaches?

gwen and i are going there again next week.

you know how something happens to you and then you keep telling yourself after it happened "i have to blog about this..but i'll do it later.." and then you forget?

yeah. that happened to me. many times.

but you, my dear amigos... get salvaged parts of my grey matter.

it was the day of the rjc open house.
still reeling over my mom's remark of my clothing..
me: (gets ready to leave the house...wearing a black tank) i'm leaving...bye..
mom: where?
me: to rjc?
mom: why?
me: they're having an openhouse.
mom: look at your shirt! the thread is falling out everywhere.. it looks so tattered.. so and change...
me: (comes back wearing a black halter..)
mom: WHAT IS THAT? everyone can see your bra...
me: it's a backless shirt.. and i don't have a backless bra...
mom: are you in training to become some las vegas showgirl? wear this..(throws me a see through shirt to wear on top.)

and to make matters worse, we saw a girl with the exact same shirt as me.
she and her friends were staring at me. so i stared back.
and then i realized she had the same shirt as me.
hmph.
and her shirt was lilac. mine was white. and i have to admit, hers looked nicer.
wanted to spill my barley drink on her shirt "accidentally"..
but it would have been a waste of good barley.

so she escaped for then.

so anyway, i went to rjc.. and then decided to walk home since it's all breezy..
and then decided to take the shortcut pass the pool...
and there were these two losers...
loser #1 tried to push loser #2 into the pool..
but loser #2 managed to push loser #1 in instead...
loser #2 grabs the closest thing he can find.

which happens to be my left leg.

splash.
loser #1 falls in.
splash.
yours truly falls in.
splash.
loser #2 falls in.

and then i think i must have given them this really dirty look cause they seemed to be really shocked...

loser #1: OH MY GOODNESS...WE ARE SO SORRY....MISS...
me: argh. whatever.
loser #2: do you know how to swim?
[let's ignore the fact that he is asking me this while i am trapping water right in front of him..]
me: yeah. *swims to the edge and hoists myself up*
loser #1: we are soooo sorry.. you know...
me: whatever la.
loser #2: do you want a towel?
loser #1: do you have a towel...
loser #2: um.. no...
me: forget it. i live here.

and then i get home.
mom answers the door.

"oh, it's raining so heavily at ghim moh? i told you to take an umbrella, right?"

episode 2.

boy, are my parents gullible.

incident #1:
sec 3 after getting left earhole number 3 pierced...
dad: eh.. i thought you only had one earhole per ear?
me: oh.. it's a sticker.
dad: oh.
mom: (later...) eh...it's REAL...it's sticking out from behind... it's a real earhole.. ANJALI, WHICH SLEAZY SHOP DID YOU GO TO TO GET YOUR EARS PIERCED? DO YOU KNOW YOU HAVE TO GO GET A TETANUS JAB STRAIGHT AWAY?!
me: aiyah. tetanus is done when you cut yourself or something.. i'm fine.
mom: WHY ONLY YOUR LEFT EAR? DO YOU KNOW HOW UNEVEN IT LOOKS?!

haha. got my first holes on each year when i was 3.
it was time things took a change right?

just realized something..
between gwen, pea and myself, we have 13 earholes.

it seems like quite a lot when you add it together.

but then again.. half of ours have closed up.
ine was because my mom removed the earring when i was sleeping and refused to give it back until the hole closed.

and it closed.

but now my left earlobe is narrower than the right.

but no one's going to notice right?

besides, no one has noticed that after the accident, my right leg is shorter than my left, my right shoulder is lower and shorter than the left, and the fact that i no longer have an ankle bone on my right ankle..

my fourth finger on my left hand is longer too.

hmm.. what can i say? after the accident, i became really badly proportioned from badly proportioned.

incident #2:
sec 4.. after getting my hair done at kimage and coming home really late..
mom: eh.. your hair looks different... what shampoo did you use?
me: the same one la, you guys don't want to buy expensive shampoo.. the only time i get to use some is when i leech off gee.
dad: your sister is working. are you?
me: ah. when i work, all my money goes into drama lessons. anyway, i just blew it dry... and straight.
mom: it looks nice... and shorter than usual...
me: really? hmm... must be because it's straight..

incident #3
today...
at 5pm
me: (on the phone) hey mom.. i'm having dinner now at citylink..
mom: what time is it?
me: um.. around 5?
mom: it's late already. i don't want you to get into trouble... come home now..
me: yeah. (spends the next 3 hours waiting for sarah and gwen and jean to decide on which posters they want to buy...)
(at 8.30pm)
me: you will never believe what happened... i fell asleep on the bus cause i was *so* tired after studying *so* hard the past few nights, that i was too sleepy to realize that i got on the bus on the opposite side.. and ended up in kampong bahru..
dad: (feels head) yeah.. you have a fever too... you'd better go and take some panadol.
me: ok. (knowing that i get the candy flavoured panadol syrup..)fine. i'm a wuss ok?)

supposed to go to sentosa with them in 8 hours.
don't know whether i should.

still have to ask parents.

and if i don't go, i'll probably have a nice time along at home doing the things i never really had time for.

[i haven't exfoliated in weeks...all the dead cells accumulating on my elbows and knees...yuck..]

but am still kinda short of money. wallet's dry after paying for the mercedes cab ride. note to self : never book a cab in singapore. just go out to the road and flag one.

return of the blogster. episode 1.

hello world.

i'm back after... 5 days?

well.. what can i say... i never said anything about going on a hiatus.

so i didn't.

os ended today. (yesterday...rather)

the truth hasn't sunk in yet. sure went around screaming "it's over it's over it's over it's over it's over.." just like everyone else... but did i really know what i was saying?

same thing with un. after it was cancelled i didn't feel anything... i just went numb.. and then there was the denial... and i went back to class to see justina, nina and sarah crying... and i still didn't really get it.

and then went home to go through my position paper. and then realised that it was no use.

and here it is.

the o levels are over.
my secondary school life is over.
life in crescent is over.

woah.

and now it hits me.

smack in the head.

the os are over.

[no matter how many times i saw it.. i still seems incredulous.]

She's not a girl who misses much
Do do do do do do do do
She's well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand
Like a lizard on a window pane.
The man in the crowd with the multicoloured mirrors
On his hobnail boots
Lying with his eyes while his hands are busy working overtime
A soap impression of his wife which he ate
And donated to the Nation Trust.

I need a fix 'cause I'm going down
Down to the bits that I left uptown
I need a fix cause I'm going down
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun.

Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun
When I hold you in my arms
And I feel my finger on your trigger
I know no one can do me no harm
Because happiness is a warm gun
-Yes it is.

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