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.
