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.