Saturdays are Hanging out-shopping-gossiping-chilling-movie watching- laugh laugh laugh-and make a fool of ourselves sessions with the girls. We went over to our childhood hotspot back in those days when we wore the royal blue pinafore (of course the colour faded over time), Parkway Parade, having lunch together and hunting for a boutique owned by a pair of twins who were former schoolmates. We got bored of hunting, since we already made plans to go over to Rachel's. We rented 'Marebito', a japanese horror film by the same directors of 'Ju-On'. The four of us squeeze into one couch, hiding under each others' arms and screamed occassionally when the movie has those creepy, eerie sound effects. We didn't really get the movie, the plot was complicated, it wasn't that horrific after all, there wasn't really any ghosts or spirits. It was about this lunatic cameraman who wanted to study the feeling of fear and how it came about. So he watched numerous suicidal videos and videos of people getting tortured (like in the movie Saw). He went to the underworld realm (which is the subway tunnels of Japan), met the guy who was from a suicidal video clip he watched (he committed suicide in a subway by poking his eye and he claims to be not dead, so it could be the cameraman's figment of imagination) who told him about this robot-like creature called deros (this part I don;t really get), and found supposedly his daughter chained up and bruised and naked. He brought his animalistic daughter home, she can't speak niether can she walk, she does so in a ll fours, she doesn't eat nor drink, we later found out that she feeds on blood when the cameraman came home with a bleeding wound and she starts sucking on his fingers. He even cut himself to feed her occasionally, to the extreme of cutting his tongue where his daughter just sucks his mouth as if she was kissing him. He became so obsessed with keeping his daughter alive, to the point where he kills his ex-wife (the mother of his daughter) and a random victim, and collecting all their blood in big jerry cans just to feed his daughter. The ending left us baffled. So we watched a really bad horror flick.
Rachel's dad upgraded their house from a 2-storey semi-d with a pool and fish pond to a 3-storey semi-d with a pool and fish pond. The third floor was more of a recreational room, she had like a ppol table which can be fliped over to a table tennis table. We played both games, none of us were really good at any of them but we laughed our way through.Vanessa claimed that she was Ronald Susilo's wife and got really hyped up whenever the table tennis ball was bouncing. Deepana put in so much strength into serving the ball, the ball hit the ceiling fan countless of times. Playing pool was a disaster. We cheated our way through, placing the white ball wherever we want, in the end everybody wins.
It got darked and windy so we went out to the balcony to chillax. Came-whoring session was semi-disastrous too, the place was to dark even with lights on, and the flashes were not bright enough. In the end we looked like the 'ghostly' characters from the movie we watched earlier.
Look at Vanessa tip-toeing to reach Deepana's height.
I was surfing the net while the rest explored Rachel's law books. Gosh, I think I need a haircut.
We had dinner by the pool, courtesy of her mom who ordered us pizza. Rachel's house has always been our one-day resort.
The pool looks beautiful at night, and us girls imagined ourselves skinny dipping when there was no one else around.Rachel doesn't know the switches around her home, she also doesn't know her way around the kitchen, she doesn't swim, doesn't play pool/table tennis/sing karaoke at home, so unlike her other family members. We would love to push her in her own pool one day.
Something very random, ice lemon tea tastes disgusting when you just brushed your teeth.
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