Tuesday, December 28, 2004

lesson #122: the curious poolside gathering

Jing came over to slack around yesterday. Then one by one Kunali, Sydney, Jun and Celine came for our discreet pool party. It remained discreet until Sydney finished her third helping of Hooch and Bacardi.


We took indecent bikini pictures (girls, send 'em over so I can put some up!) and then went for a splash at the jacuzzi. Synchronisedly waved to a shadow who was peeking at us. Also observed a guy who spent a long time in his bathroom, which happens to have a view of the jacuzzi. Jun was the one who harped on the most about The Guy. I bet she secretly fancies him! Tee hee.


After the jacuzzi session, G came and then we played some drinking games. Everybody got a taste of a wonderful concoction of mine. It's a mix of Hoegaarden, Bacardi, and... potato chip crumbs. I call it Suicide. It smells and tastes like puke.


The girls had to leave early - around 10.30 pm. So after sending them off, G brought me to Wine Network. When I finally got home, I cleared up some of my stuff. I was carrying a bundle of clothes with a pair of pointy silver scissors snuggled in the middle. Then I shifted my carrying angle and the scissors dropped. Onto my foot. It landed on my foot with the pointy bit first. And so the scissors 'punctured' my foot. Ouch...


Minutes later, I noticed a small blob of blood forming on and around the punctured area. It was very small, about 2 mm in diameter, but the blood was as dark as the nail polish I'm wearing on my toes. My puncture wound matches my nail polish - how cool is that? So anyway, then I started thinking, what if it hadn't just been a small puncture? If the drop angle has been just slightly more vertical, I'd probably have ended up with a hole in my foot. Then again, the sharpness of the scissors can be turned into an advantage of sorts. Since it's a small pair of scissors, I can just carry it around in my purse or wherever as protection against Evil Beings (namely leery guys, etc). So it's a lucky discovery, how I punctured my foot.


Am gonna trade books with Kunali today. Oh yeah! Gimme sum' of that MA lurrrve, baby! *long pause* Sigh... This signifies that the end (of the holidays) is near. Soon, the fat lady's gonna sing. I'm gonna have to face the music. School will start. At least this means Zhi will come back soon. Have missed shopping with you, babe!


Lastly, my parents are gonna come back from Indo tomorrow. Can't wait! Have asked dad to get me some comic books (ooooh... it's been so long) and DVDs. Sooo can't wait to see what he's got me! Yay yay yay! And check this out, my mum's gonna start working again next year. She's gonna have to travel a lot. And my dad will be working in Jakarta for a long term. Although I'll miss them a lot, I'll also cherish the freedom. And sometimes a certain distance is good when it comes to parents. You can love them without having to deal with their nagging!