Wednesday, December 10, 2008
my life can be full of surprises.it's not...not normal.like always, a sudden burst of bright colour.sometimes i wish it would be calm, quiet and predictable- but it's not.well, i've grown to like my life the way it is.it's how you live it, see.===========================================================================ok! tuesday. first swimming lesson.you think it's normal?well, when i type more, later you'll see that it's not.beginners' class. and the age range is 6 to 9 years old. and i'm the only big teenager there. the only one probably weighing more than 45 kg.i was so scared i'd get humiliated.what if the kids look up at me and say "is she in the wrong class?"or worse. "she can't swim??"i was freaking out.before i entered the swimming complex, when i was crossing the road, i saw him.SHIT. no no no no. don't turn...don't see-ok. he saw. he's looking at me. quick! do something, do anything....me: mummy! what are we going to do after swimming lesson?a little too brightly, pauline. tone it down. he's STILL looking...mummy: i don't know, have lunch-...?me *interrupts*: can i go to the library with camille?mummy: well...me: yes, we might go. after your work. and....shit. am i blabbing? what's this?? what's-as i walked closer, the guy....he wasn't what i thought he was.whew. close one. why is my heart beating so fast?i DO NOT want to see him. of all places. not when i'm still angry.if it really was him, bold me would: go up to him, yell, slap his face.not-sure-of-myself me would: scream and run off. like a timid mouse.anyway, where was i?oh yeah. swimming class.my coach is Andy.so when me, my mom and my bro (i'm taking the same class as my bro), entered the swimming complex, we approached a slightly older guy, with greying hair and broad shoulders, giving out namecards.guy: ah. here for swimming class? here's the swimming caps, and particulars you need to fill up...my mom: thanks, Andy.he looks like a kind man. i thought. i don't mind if he's my coach...guy: oh. i'm not Andy. that's Andy. *points*did i mention, that in my life, which is loaded with unpredictable-ness, there are also a lot of jaw-dropping moments?well, like this one.THAT'S ANDY???the tall, muscle-corded, tan guy? who's like, twenty plus, only??? :Oi think i'm going to love swimming class already :)man, i love my life.ok ok. i know what you're thinking: pauline's insane.well, shut up. if you were in my shoes, you'd totally agree.lynette!!! he looks like ________ *winks* you know!! ahem. but ah, the man version. more good looking, of course. with bigger, bright, humor-promising eyes.but i can't see ________'s eyes. their japanese small...and guys, he has a wedding ring.no, i'm not disappointed- and no, i'm not all over him. i just appreciate a man- a guy- or a boy's looks when they are handsome. nothing wrong with that.like, taking it and nodding.anyway, learnt to kick, breathe, float and all the swimming stuff.yeah. quite fun. but very exhausting.and strong me learnt to tolerate curious glances from a lot of people.uh-yeah. pauline. you're doing it right! :)i will not crumble with humiliation.this is for the sake of escaping man-eating sharks in case i get thrown off the Pacific Ocean.at night,me: camille? on the cruise holiday...let's do something outrageous!this is letting my evil twin take the reins.camille: what? stand on the front of the boat, arms wide open, like titanic?me: that's your idea of outrageous??camille: errr....getting drunk in the club?me: isn't that TOO MUCH??although i never tried. getting drunk that is. no, i do not want a hangover.my liver will over-work to detoxify the alcohol and i'd get liver cirrhosis. no bloody way.me: i got a better idea. how about....we meet someone....camille *sharply*: you mean...a boy?me: now you're getting it!camille: what's outrageous with that??me: urgh, you don't get it! you know... *smiles evilly*silence.me: oh my g-. NOT sex.camille: then?me: aw c'mon. flirt. outrageously. for 4 days. who knows? i have this feeling i'm gonna meet someone on board.camille: do i have to do this?me: if you want holiday fun!camille: ok.see? having a sister rocks.camille: what if...no good looking guy my age? all the kiddies...me: tough luck for you. haha!camille *heatedly*: not fair! what if no good looking guy YOUR age??me: won't happen. i have this feeling, see...camille: whatever. i take your dare.alright. i know it sounds stupid, but i am bored. ok.you don't expect me to have a demure holiday without a little splash of fun?a tiny voice in my head said...uh-oh. pauline. see what you've done? things are gonna end up, messy....very messy.... just the dish served the right way :)============================================================================today: lesson #2.well, more advanced swimming.and i kept going underwater, waving at my classmates, smiling, and blowing off carbon dioxide through my nose.my swimming classmates. probably all in primary school.good to know that i'm still a little childish :Danyway, my bro and i had a boxing match underwater. he punched, i kicked. bubbles everywhere.Andy brought us to the 1.8 m deep pool.there was a small, narrow ledge. he asked us to stand on it and hold onto the wall.i sorta lost my balance and fell, 1.8 metres below.my feet couldn't touch the floor! oh no!suddenly, unwanted memories started flooding....i was nine. my daddy and mummy said "stay away from the deep pool. understand?"i did. i understood. but the deep pool had a cool water slide! i wanted to slide...so i got up from the shallow pool. and i climbed the slide steps, and slid.when i plunged into the water, my feet sought unfamiliarity....where's the floor??i thrashed. i kicked with all my nine-year old might. but i kept going down....i surfaced for a second. "help!!"no one heard me. no one saw. everyone's busy having a great time."i don't want to die! please..."have you tried to cry underwater? i did. bile was rising up my throat. my heart was beating so fast. was it taking its last few beats, before...?by some miracle, adam, my cousin, jumped into the pool and carried me. i was crying. clinging to his arm.then, he swam to the pool wall and i held it, quickly climbed out before i fell into the deep pool....no. i'm not gonna be helpless again. never. don't give in to fear.yes, 1.8m isn't very deep. but i can't do anything if my feet doesn't touch the pool floor.so now, i'm 15, this time, when i drifted away, i swam to the pool wall.Andy *frowning slightly*: do not let go of the wall ledge until i say so.ok. no more letting go.but i did it!! even though my feet didn't touch the pool floor...i did. i could manage. not properly swim yet, but still, an improvement.my NDE. near-death-experience.when we went home, i was so exhausted. and in the first time in 2 years, i took a nap.whoa. feels good. no wonder pei shan loves to nap in the afternoon. it was cool and cozy. i slept for what i thought was a 100 years. but only 2 hours.and in the first time in 4 days, i did my homework. ss worksheet on the 9/11 attack.quite interesting. that's coming from a girl who'd rather read about Jessica Alba's baby's potential names.yay! *applauds* i finished 8 pages worth of answers in 2 hours!!2 hours straight. no music. no distrations from x box 360....ok, there was muffin break. but that's like only 5 minutes :)and just now, i completed another ss worksheet.YES!! i overcame the temptation to read :)===========================================================================other stuff (with no relevance):1. did you know that in the past, SHEEP'S INTESTINES were used to make violin strings???i watched it on Brainiac History Abuse. my fave science documentary.2. i was listening to the Shan and Roz show at 987fm...and they were discussing about kiss nightmares.GET THIS: a guy kissed his girl so passionately, nibbling at her ear, the pressure in her ear somehow exploded and the girls' ear-drums popped out!!oh. that's not nice. GROSS. yuck. so extreme.so guys, if you're a damn good kisser, don't nibble too passionately on your GF's ear. her ear-drum would pop out.and and. Shan's got this friend, Gavin, who kissed his drunk crush at a party. the girl threw up- IN HIS MOUTH!!!lesson learnt: do not kiss a drunk person. no matter how much you like them, or how desperate you are.3. i wrote a poem. inspired by _________.well, i was sort of mad, i penned down my feelings, and then words flowed.then i turned it to a song. except many words were censored i needed to edit it.but as very much as i'd like to share it with you guys, i can't. private.but the title's Class "Romance 101".heehee :)
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