[C'EST MOI]
living paradox. individualist with anarchistic tendencies.
eludes eminence but appreciates subtle recognition.
capricious yet dependable. clandestine and unfathomable.
cynical realist who succumbs to the occasional idealism.
[J'AIME]
music. films. feasting & drinking. team sports.
good company; family, friends and those who share similar interests.
Sunday, January 30, 2005
Slurp. Burp. And then a sleepy grin.
30th Jan is one of the best Sundays ever. Other than the horrific realisation that my 'aunty scarlett' had decided to pay me a visit the night before (and hence thwarting my plans to swim at the beach) and my unsuccessful attempt to make her visit more pleasant by using a really scary invention (i shall leave you to guess what), the day was most enjoyable.
At Sunset Bay, under the scorching sun (not a good thing... but this is much preferred over a rainy day), it was as if we were starring in some Channel 8 drama - a group of sporty and good-looking (but of course) young friends heading to the beach for their weekend sweat and workout with beach volleyball and all... the beach filled with beach-bummers in their surf shorts, slippers and wind-blown hair. A rock band playing on a make-shift platform and their music booming along the entire stretch of sand and sea.
I guess the only un-drama thing that happened was when we were playing volleyball in a circle, I reached to set the ball and Joanne who was beside me, attempted a dig at the ball... the result was ugly. My whole right thumb was twisted backwards and the pain was unbearable. Now it's still slightly swollen and I can't exert pressure on it.
I'm dead serious - Joanne has got to stop physically abusing me! Once I got a bruised butt while we were playing squash. Not a pretty incident at all!! Haha...
Beach Babes
Anyway, after a quickie shower, Lena and I headed back to Harbourfront to get our wine before returning to her place for the BIG EVENT - our 21st birthday party!! Okay, it's not exactly our birthdays yet, but since she's returning to Australia soon and won't be back to celebrate all our birthdays with us (Evon, Peck Chin and myself), we decided to hold a pre-21 combined birthday bash!
I had so much fun preparing dinner with the master chefs (Evon and Lena - who were having their own Iron Chef competition to see who could cook the better pasta!) and of course, being the amateur that I am, I was assigned a simple cooking task of preparing the entree - scalloped potatoes. Wasn't as demanding as preparing the pasta, so that left me alot of free time to go round disturbing the chefs with my photo-taking.
My Scalloped Potatoes!
Having known each other for at least 7 years, it was really comfortable in each other's company and I've never laughed so hard at our own silliness for a long time. They are the friends that I have no qualms burping or farting in front of without feeling embarrassed (of course we girls burp and fart. how else do you think we get rid of the flatulence? through our ears?) .
Dinner was a feast - we had two types of marinara pasta; with cream and spicy tomato sauce, the scalloped potatoes, miso soup, chocolate mousse cake, konyaku jelly and white wine. I ate and ate till I almost exploded. And of course, as a result of such a heavy meal, I ended up 'bombing' Lena's room with my farting (ok it's sounding a little gross now).
Our Yummy Dinner
Cheers!
Birthday girls to make a wish
Determined to scare Lena and me, Evon and Peck Chin insisted that we watch "Shutter" - a Thai horror movie that was described as one of the scariest movie, many times worse than the Japanese movie "The Ring". I would definitely be up to it if I were still 17. Then I was gungho about watching horror movies. But nowadays, I avoid them at whatever it takes. I just can't bear to sit and scare myself for 2 hours, then face the traumatic after effects for days. I admit I'm chicken. I can't take the scare.
It's a good thing there wasn't enough time to finish watching the show - we only managed to watch the first disc (which wasn't that scary YET). Phew.
It's now past 12 - our 'birthday' is officially over. Time to get ready to face a new week at school. Bleargh...
[Time of Confession] 11:42 PM 0 Wisecracks for Me
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