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?"