Hello! :DDDDDDDD
Sorry I haven't blogged for over a month. I was in Chennai for my sabbaticals, then soon left for another trip for three weeks. And thanks Meera for guestblogging! Dear Meera is in France again. '
Anyhoo, while I was travelling around the desert and desperately wishing for internet connection, I was preparing a blog post in my 'Everything notebook' which is, in case you haven't realised, is where I write down whatever I want. Yes, there's even a section on Evil Prefects who I'd Love to Kill. *runs away before Salad comes, grabs the book and books me for it*
The Story's about what my friends are going to be in the future.
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Su-lyn tapped the floor with her foot impatiently, her expensive Christian Loubotin heels resounding on the marble floor of the club restaurant. She was at 'Elite,' the club for, well, the elite of Society. She checked her $20000 watch once more, just as Meera walked pranced into the restaurant.
"Meera." Su-lyn's eyes narrowed, but she quickly widened them again, reminding herself to go to any extent not to look like those 'Hongkies' she so despised.
"Hey hey, frieeeeeeeeend!" Meera sauntered up to the table and glared at the passing waiter until he pulled out her chair for her.
"You're late."
"It's faaaaaaaaashionable." Meera examined her manicured nails, oblivious to Su-lyn's growing anger.
"I DID NOT BUILD MY CAREER AS A HIGHLY SUCCESSFUL LAWYER BY BEING 'FAAAAAAAAASHIONABLY LATE!" she screeched." I did not become an MP by turning up late for all my meetings!" She glowered at Meera, forgetting that her fair skin was turning blotchy and red- like those Hongkies.
"Yeah, but I'm a successful celebrity lawyer, you know?" drawled Meera." You're just jealous cuz I know Josh Hartnett.." Turning to the waiter, Meera asked him what was on the menu.
"Ve-ell," he said, in a phoney Italian accent, " ve haf frried rice, bak-ed rice-"
"Do you have cous cous?" Meera interrupted him in mid-sentence.
"Erm- not at the moment ma'am. Actually-"
"OH. MY. GAWD." Su-lyn shut her eyes momentarily (but opened them quickly) upon hearing Meera's oft-repeated phrase; It was inevitable to hear that "Oh my gawd" at least once when in a conversation with her.
"What is it?" spat Su-lyn.
"No cous cous? No cous cous?? I never really paid attention to my mom when I was young, but if there was one thing I learned from her, it was when she said 'Meerems, dah-ling, always eat cous cous. Not rice like the rest of those peasants in this world. Cous Cous'."
"Yes, but-"
"Cous cous."
Ignoring Meera, Su-lyn returned to her Niscoise salad. Suddenly, her phone rang. It was Rivali.
"Heyy Rivali, you're on your way right?" Su-lyn asked, her face switching to happy mode. Turning to Meera, she said nastily, "See? Atleast she informs me when she's going to be late. So, anyway, Rivali, have you landed yet?"
Rivali's voice became suddenly guarded. "Landed?" she said shiftily, "landed from- from where?"
"Oh, your butler told me that you were Iraq. Weren't you?
"I WAS NOT IN IRAQ!!" sreeched Rivali hysterically. "WHO TOLD YOU I WAS IN IRAQ??"
"Er... your butler," said Su-lyn, "Erm, why don't you just.. you know, calm down and-"
Rivali turned to her butler. "MAX!! You're fired! I told you not to tell- I mean, lie- to people about me being in Iraq!! Pack your bags!" Reducing her voice to a whisper, she added conspiratorily, "Actually, you're not. Just don't tell people when I'm Iraq okay?"
"I CAN HEAR YOU!" yelled Su-lyn, slamming her phone shut.
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An apologetic Rivali entered the restaurant minutes later, took one look at Su-lyn's beet-red face and hastily started a conversation with Meera. However, a few minutes later, the three of them were joking and laughing just like they had in Secondary School. Their chatter was cut short by an announcement from the maître d' of the restaurant.
"Elite ladies and gentlemen," he began in a stuck-up voice, stressing on the word 'elite', "I am pleased to announce that one of the members of our prestigious clubhas won a Nobel Prize in Discovery- for recently finding the lost Civilisation of Atlantis!"
(I know there's no Nobel Prize for Discovery, but its the future, so hell, they added one more)
The maître d' switched on the high-colour LCD monitor screen lining one wall, and flipped to the BBC News. Ding Xin Yi's face appeared on the screen. (Hey Ding, sorry, but I didn't know what else to write. You told me your favourite subject was history so.. :D)
"...team led by me discovered an ancient city submerged in the waters off the coast of Italy," Ding was saying. "We discovered it almost six months ago, but chose not to make our findings public until recently, after we had studied the site more closely. The Atlantean way of life closely resembles that of the Ancient Egyptians, and that, coupled with carbon dating techniques show that the civiisation must have existed more than 5000 years ago. But that doesn't matter," she continued calmly, "because I am hungry. I want a subway meal. Now."
Ding refused to say another word until her Subway meal was brought to her.
"So," she said, tucking into her sandwich with relish, "we, that is -I, found a book amongst the ruins of a citadel, documenting the entire history of the civilisation. As you can expect, this lucky find has helped us greatly. However, due to the sea water, many pages of the b ook have been regretfully destroyed, including the pages about their god and religion in general."
Meera's handphone rang at that moment, b ut Su-lyn and Rivali kicked her under the table until she switched it off. They turned their attention back to Ding.
"So," she said, "I have decided to call their god, The Ding. Yes, yes, I am great," she said, as the audience broke into tumultuous applause. She kept on repeating that she was great until the end of the programme.
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Just as Rivali was calling Ding to congratulate her, someone on the other side of the room stood on her table, and began tapping her glass with her fork.
"I WON A NOBEL PRIZE TOO!!" she yelled. "Didn't I? Didn't I Esther?" she said, kicking her companion, just to elicit some form of response.
"Yes...." said Esther in a bored voice. "I'm hot," she added, in a tone that clearly implied that everyone should act as if she had just revealed something momentuous.
"Oh my gosh," said Su-lyn. "Its.. Salad."
TO BE CONTINUED.
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Aaaaaanywayy, went to Deanna's house today, with Su-lyn, Marisa, Yuxi, Nat, Xianwen and Amanda Soo. It was so hilarious!
I watched my first gory movie there, because I'm really terrified of horror and gore and the dark (I can't sleep without a night light on). Which is odd, because Nat seems perfectly fine with the dark. :S Anyway, we watched House of Wax which had its scary moments, but we were all just waiting for Paris Hilton to die, so that kind of killed the whole suspense thing.
Before that, we watched a quarter of Date Movie. It is -as Meera would say- DEEEEEESgusting. I only rented it at Video Ezy to see whether I could finally pass off as a 16 year-old (less than a year before my 16th birthday, so I a grrrreeeeat achievement *rolls eyes*). And I didn't know it was so bad. The last time we went to Su-lyn's house, I brought along American Pie, but that's because AMRIT KAUR said it was 'hilarious' and 'you'll love it'!
Anyway, after a while the eight of us got too freaked out to watch people being skinned alive and turned into wax figures while they were alive, so we watched the rest of the movie on fast mode, muted. And while we were screaming, there were two people who absolutely weren't affected- Marisa, who was calmly eating chips and saying things like "This is not scary!" and "the Grudge 2 is waaayy worse!" etc, and Deanna's incredibly CUTE dog, Milo.
And before Deanna showed us Milo, Su-lyn was telling me about how, five year's ago, she was at Deanna's birthday, and her 'horribly vicious,' 'evil' dog had attacked her. So I went into the room thinking that Deanna owned some wolf-like alsatian or something, then, when I finally turned around, I caught myself looking at this tiny cute sausage-dog with huge black eyes!
Also watched 'First Daughter' with Katie Holmes, and we were all arguing about how ugly Katie Holmes was, and whether her boyfriend was cute or not. Then we watched a bit of 'My Boyfriend is a Type B' or something. Whatever Su-lyn says, I think that the Korean language is really barbaric (but thats the beauty in it! according to Su-lyn).
Sorry for not blogging again!
:D, Rivali.
