I have been making mental notes of things to write in this blog, but always didn't come round to it. Hmmm, since I've been reading Jeffry Archer's short stories (thanks, Ting Fu!), I'm quite inspired to write one myself. Here goes! Not for your reading pleasure.
"Once upon a time, there lived a 17 year old girl.
Early one morning, (maybe not so early... it was already past noon), she was awakened by a phone call. It was an interesting male classmate of hers, who was always in for a good debate. The topic of conversation this time, was finance. There was lots of numbers and fierce words exchanged. The heated argument was ended prematurely when the girl remembered she had to attend her cousin's birthday party.
Her aunt had reminded her thrice to bring her swimming gear to the party. She wore a black swimming costume under her white tshirt and blue bermudas and hopped into her mother's car. Her mature 12 year old sister, however, wouldn't want to be seen in a swimsuit. In the car, a hippy song, Dragostea Din Tei, was on repeat mode, being her mother's current favourite tune.
When they arrived at the condomium, she thought "birthday bash" would be more apt than "birthday party".
"Go join the rest in the pool" her auntie excitedly exclaimed when they reached the function room.
"the rest" actually meant a group of toddlers shrieking at the water slides. And of course their maids close beside the baby pool.
So the teenager walked to one of the deck chairs by the deep pool and removed her clothes, making sure she was away from the beady eyes of those sneaky boys in the glass function room.
Apart from the couple of ants that had fallen into the water, she had the entire pool to herself. After quiet laps of breaststroke, graceful somersaults, one-breath underwater swims and many bouts of sneezing, she decided she had enough. Of course the sneezing was due to the cold water and chilly wind. But perhaps, she hoped, it was someone thinking of her.
She noticed her sister and some of the other children decided to jump into the inviting water fully clothed.
After soaking herself in the hot bubbly spa (the stinging pain from her wound was worth it), the steambath and the suana, she showered leisurely.
Then she headed back for the function room to do what she was suppossed to do at parties- make small talk. She thought she must have matured a lot these months, for those relatives were finally beginning to get her age right, or at least almost right. Among the comments about her were "You've grown fatter!", "You've grown thinner!", "You're still so smallsized!" and "You're so big now!"
She missed the birthday song while chatting to a stranger, a guy whom she later found out, name was Marcus, on a swing. Too bad she didn't get to say goodbye.
The birthday girl, the 3rd child of the rich family, was only one. She stared at the big birthday cake -complete with a lifesized wand and a jewelled tiara- with a twinge of envy. Since 9, she hadn't had a birthday cake, much less a birthday party.
The thin girl allowed herself 3 helpings of the sinful creamy chocolate cake. She was surprised people could actually stick to their diet when faced with such a devlish tempting cake.
It's been 11months since she noticed the exsistence of the opposite sex, being in an all girls school for as long as she can remember. She hadn't noticed the cute boys in her family tree before. Now she had. 2 of them were eyecandy material. Maybe she would have more chances with them if they came to her house, which they did every year.
Then everyone went up to the condominium unit. There she did a pretty good job of pretending to be interested in the barbie dolls, barbie house, barbie car, barbie movies that the proud owners so generously shared. But a worse job pretending to be a piano teacher, given her limited skills and the fact that the kids half her age has been learning the instrument longer then she herself did.
After the party, she couldn't resist a spot of shopping at the nearby Northpoint. Not a wide selection of clothes there, but she still managed to get quite a lot of white clothes. She can almost never have enough clothes, given her priviledge of wearing a school uniform was expiring one year later.
A tired teen slumped into the car at 9pm. This time, the song on repeat mode was "Let's get it started". Her sister's current favourite tune."
Awww... as you can see, my stories are nowhere near as interesting as Jeffry Archer's.
"Once upon a time, there lived a 17 year old girl.
Early one morning, (maybe not so early... it was already past noon), she was awakened by a phone call. It was an interesting male classmate of hers, who was always in for a good debate. The topic of conversation this time, was finance. There was lots of numbers and fierce words exchanged. The heated argument was ended prematurely when the girl remembered she had to attend her cousin's birthday party.
Her aunt had reminded her thrice to bring her swimming gear to the party. She wore a black swimming costume under her white tshirt and blue bermudas and hopped into her mother's car. Her mature 12 year old sister, however, wouldn't want to be seen in a swimsuit. In the car, a hippy song, Dragostea Din Tei, was on repeat mode, being her mother's current favourite tune.
When they arrived at the condomium, she thought "birthday bash" would be more apt than "birthday party".
"Go join the rest in the pool" her auntie excitedly exclaimed when they reached the function room.
"the rest" actually meant a group of toddlers shrieking at the water slides. And of course their maids close beside the baby pool.
So the teenager walked to one of the deck chairs by the deep pool and removed her clothes, making sure she was away from the beady eyes of those sneaky boys in the glass function room.
Apart from the couple of ants that had fallen into the water, she had the entire pool to herself. After quiet laps of breaststroke, graceful somersaults, one-breath underwater swims and many bouts of sneezing, she decided she had enough. Of course the sneezing was due to the cold water and chilly wind. But perhaps, she hoped, it was someone thinking of her.
She noticed her sister and some of the other children decided to jump into the inviting water fully clothed.
After soaking herself in the hot bubbly spa (the stinging pain from her wound was worth it), the steambath and the suana, she showered leisurely.
Then she headed back for the function room to do what she was suppossed to do at parties- make small talk. She thought she must have matured a lot these months, for those relatives were finally beginning to get her age right, or at least almost right. Among the comments about her were "You've grown fatter!", "You've grown thinner!", "You're still so smallsized!" and "You're so big now!"
She missed the birthday song while chatting to a stranger, a guy whom she later found out, name was Marcus, on a swing. Too bad she didn't get to say goodbye.
The birthday girl, the 3rd child of the rich family, was only one. She stared at the big birthday cake -complete with a lifesized wand and a jewelled tiara- with a twinge of envy. Since 9, she hadn't had a birthday cake, much less a birthday party.
The thin girl allowed herself 3 helpings of the sinful creamy chocolate cake. She was surprised people could actually stick to their diet when faced with such a devlish tempting cake.
It's been 11months since she noticed the exsistence of the opposite sex, being in an all girls school for as long as she can remember. She hadn't noticed the cute boys in her family tree before. Now she had. 2 of them were eyecandy material. Maybe she would have more chances with them if they came to her house, which they did every year.
Then everyone went up to the condominium unit. There she did a pretty good job of pretending to be interested in the barbie dolls, barbie house, barbie car, barbie movies that the proud owners so generously shared. But a worse job pretending to be a piano teacher, given her limited skills and the fact that the kids half her age has been learning the instrument longer then she herself did.
After the party, she couldn't resist a spot of shopping at the nearby Northpoint. Not a wide selection of clothes there, but she still managed to get quite a lot of white clothes. She can almost never have enough clothes, given her priviledge of wearing a school uniform was expiring one year later.
A tired teen slumped into the car at 9pm. This time, the song on repeat mode was "Let's get it started". Her sister's current favourite tune."
Awww... as you can see, my stories are nowhere near as interesting as Jeffry Archer's.