Ready when you are.
We're gathered at Lisa's crib with intentions to accomplish just one thing- Study something.Gillian was going to do Science stuff.
Lynn, had only one thing on her mind- Finish 1001 Math sums. (The Over Ambitious Girl.)
Bex was also going to do Math. But maybe like, 2 Math questions? (Bex seldom dreams big.)
Lisa was going to master a new language in 4 hours and 5 minutes. Actually, just 3 hours and 55 minutes. We included a 10 minute toilet break for her.
Adam was going to read a book out of the Harry Potter series. Honestly, I thought he should have started out with a couple of Dr. Seuss books first. Confucius say, one should learn how to crawl, before one learns how to run.
Steve had just one goal for the afternoon- Count how many moles we all had, combined.
Greg was going to study himself. (Le sigh, French boys........... )
I was going to study Geography AND Chemistry. (The Second Over Ambitious Girl.)
Gerald was out with his more important friends, studying girls. (Crap friend.)
Things started out pretty ok, but quickly took a turn for the worse within the first 3 minutes. Steven just HAD to drop Adam's iPhone. We then spent the next 20 minutes talking about the advancements in technology, as we mourned for Adam's iPhone- Which now had an attractive crack in the screen. (Not so attractive to Adam, though. He's no taste.) Adam remained quiet for the next couple of hours.
For everyone else, it was like a breath of fresh air. Adam usually never shuts up. It was nice having him around, and having him not speak. (Like eating a whole chocolate cake without cellulite forming in your thighs.) Now I'm guessing the next time we want some peace and quiet, we will probably crack his cellphone again. "It's not just any phone, it's an iPhone." Whatever. Men and their gadgets.
By the time things were almost back to normal, it was close to 3 o'clock and our stomachs were rumbling. Lisa's mom let us bake our own pizza for lunch/tea/meal you have around 4.30 pm! She was all enthusiastic and excited for us, until she realised we were putting gummy bear toppings on our pizza. She then left us to mess about the kitchen and went to give her husband a nice massage in the patio. Inspired by the exploding Gobstopper episode of MythBusters, we put Skittles on our pizza.
We took turns to watch the pizza bake in the oven, each of us secretly hoping that the Skittles would burst into flames. But they just got black. And everyone knows that once you're black, there's no going back. We just picked off the burnt Skittles as we enjoyed our pizza. Just like how people pick the olives out of their salads. I have this theory that our Skittles might've exploded, if they were fresher and not almost expired. Greg's had them in his bag since 2 weeks ago.
But before our pizza is done, while it is still baking in the oven, my sister calls me as I am on 'Skittle Duty'- That's what we decided to call the activity of watching over the pizza and Skittles. We had a slight argument because some thought 'Skittle Duty' was lame and thought 'Skittle Watch' was cooler. And vice versa. But with the recent monk strikes in Tibet (Or not so recent), we realise that there is way too much hate going on in the world right now. Being avid believers of the mantra "Make love, not war", we end our argument shortly.
Ok. My sister calls me as I am on 'Skittle Duty'. I spend about an hour explaining to her that I am busy and that I will call her back the moment I am less busy. But being a mother of 2 crazy children, with another bun in the oven, she refuses to hang up. She must bond with me over the phone at that particular moment, if not......... (Insert whatever here. I can't think of anything.) And insists on some sista lovin' time.
I am frustrated. A little. Because I am in the kitchen with a bunch of insane people trying to set fire to each other's hair. I am trying to protect myself and my head of hair, my sister is on the phone asking for my opinion on pre- school centers and kindergartens (Which I know nothing about. But the future of Freja and Lulu sort of depend on what I say. So you can imagine, the pressure is almost unbearable), and Gillian is in front of the TV shouting for me to come braid her hair.
Timing is everything. If my sister had called me a day before today (aka yesterday), our sista lovin' time would have gone much better. My input could've been useful. Not something like, "Just don't send them to school. Send them to mom." A day before today, I was sitting around making shadow animals with my fingers. I think I would've been doing the same thing today, if I hadn't gone and bought myself a life at the church thrift store this morning. Only a dollar ninety- nine! (Ahaha! Shut up shut up shut up, Justine.)
In the night, we go all the way to the Eastside, to an area most of us didn't even know existed, to feast on durian. Even though 7 out of the 8 of us don't really enjoy durian that much. This really is..... True friendship, tested in fire. So tight, we travel to far and distant lands, just because one of us likes durian. (Likes, not even loves.) Yea, ok so maybe not. I was promised a lot of mangosteens- Main reason I joined in on the outing. (I love mangosteens.)
Today was not as unproductive as it sounds, though. I managed to practise the picture discussion component for my upcoming English oral exam, with the pictures in Gillian's camera. "This picture is of an ugly boy. I can't even see his eyes..... I prefer my boys French."
I haven't got any pictures of today, which is why I blogged a thousand words. Y'know, to like make up for it. And if you read all of that, you deserve something. Like a sticker. (Ahaha! Shut up, Justine.) All right, have a good Monday tomorrow. Take care!