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:: Being Thrown Into The Pool ::

:: Being Thrown Into The Pool ::

It was an opportune moment for a celebration of sorts.
Especially when B's birthday's just round the corner.
After National Day, in fact.
And so, an evening BBQ was arranged at T's poolside.
B brought some of his school-friends along as well.
Then M suggested throwing B in the pool.
And within minutes, everything was arranged.
Sister was to remove B's handphone from his pocket while
He was blowing off the candles of his choco-birthday cake.
Almost immediately after that, I called my brother to me and
Before he could utter a word of protest, his friends, myself included, heaved him up
And threw him into the shallow end of the pool.

There is something strange about being thrown into the pool.
Or being "sabo-ed" for that matter, as I said to M and the rest.
Being thrown into the pool is, in fact, an affirmation of being
Accepted as part of the group, and this in case, the centre of attraction.
Everyone agreed, and thought it was a good idea to take the 'risk'.

As we were discussing this matter, B's friends smashed the
Awfully chocolate cake into his face.

I smiled.

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Oh, I saw that familiar BUTT...:-)))

ya, agreed.

I was being thrown into the sea once, and i felt "loved".

The other time, i was given the "royal rumble" treatment but I din feel loved. I tot I broke a rib.

no one cares about the feelings of the pool. ;(

wow.. sounds fun..

I was thrown into the pool once.
The first thought was "Oh No"
The second thought was "Just let go"

It felt nice 8-)

... the after effect was a different picture. I still recall my teeth-chattering as my body froze from the aircon in the room as the rain poured on outside.

Thanks for the memory 8-)

I remember the rain. and someone being really really WET!

... I still have the photos to remind me 8-)

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If memory could be framed, this would be one of those. And one keeps bringing back the smile of that moment.

Not more and not less.

what a waste of chocolate cake.

just a small piece.

and he did lick a little.

the way i am being affirmed by my schoolmates/classmates and the way i get their reassurance is when they tell me they miss my presence; be it my naggings or they way we used to play.

Ridiculous description of a male-bonding ritual of acceptance! :p

A ritual of acceptance should not end in one person being in a place of his own, EVERYONE else should have been in the pool as well!

actually we were all in the pool.
earlier, that is.

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