Let's play a game, I'll count and you'll hide. Whether or not I can be bothered finding you will determine the answers I've been longing for.




My mom took a bite of the BBQ chicken and stated how bland it was, considering the fact that a bucket of sauce was used during the process of cooking it I was surprised. Nah not really, nothing beats my mom's chicken, really. Let's recap yesterday, I looked as though I was going to play tennis as I walked to Burden Park - shweet. Paid exactly $2 for the BBQ seeing as the sausages were free, or so I was told (Thanks Nana). Spent a while watching Hoa continue cooking on the burnt charcoal stove in which Johnny terrorized and the other stove in which Andy melted a plastic bag on. Who knew plastic could melt right? Ingenious. Sausages tasted the best, wouldn't say the same for its appearance though - hideous wouldn't even come close to explaining how it looked.

Had a good time wondering why Kevin was covering himself with his black jacket. I hate the sun, no not really - I just don't exactly like being dark, well not dark like Amanda she's too deng for my likings even though she suits it. Imagining Amanda with a pale skin tone gives me the creeps. Turns out Kevin suffered this problem I use to often experience. The harsh heat rashes that makes you itch like fucking crazy. I would on some hot days, literally run home from school just so I could reach the shower and rid off the itching sensation developing all over my body. Haven't experienced it much lately, then again I don't interact with the sun much since Holiday begun.

Dominic has stretch marks on his back, or so he had believed it to be until we told him otherwise. I'm pretty sure there's a difference between scars and stretch marks... is there? Bryan woke up just then crying out 'Stupid,' I think he may be referring to me. Beach was fun, didn't plan on swimming though but that never exactly works out when I'm there. I say I won't swim but I end up wet from head to toe. Never knew sea water was that painful in the eye. I guess I don't go there often enough to know. Used sand as an exfoliator on my legs, forgot to bring some home.

There was a punch on apparently, but by the time my body decided to kick off from the ground and run there I had missed it. I stood there in hopes something would start again but luck was no where near me. Not that I wanted to see people bashing each other - well maybe I do. Just once would be enough for me to walk away and for the rest of my life retell a story along the lines of, "HE FUCKING THREW A PUNCH TO THE GUY'S FUCKING FACE AND POUNDED THAT SHIT TO THE GROUND LIKE BEEF". Would have been slightly exciting.

So after a good half an hour or so after my first water session, I was somewhat dry I suppose. Until Quang got me wet all over again during my second session where I sought to get only my skirt wet. What was more epic though was Melissa getting dunked in. Was the perfect video moment just without the camera but my short term memory instead. I wrote it down so I should remember it then. Luckily Anna had spare clothes - I was hoping my bra wouldn't make those two wet patches on your t-shirt but it did. Looked awful, not to mention embarrassing.

Moreover as I was getting changed, another punch on happened literally a few meters from where we were all sitting - just my luck right? I know. Let's fast forward a bit, got off the bus with wet patches, got home and ate the chicken and some beef dipped in salt with rice - was too hungry. THEN CONTINUED KIM TAK GU!