Freedom of swim
10th June 1999

You'd learn something new everyday:
My right thigh is significantly thicker than my left. Argh.

Sudden inspirations or cravings:
I'm so sick of cross-stitch....but I'm still doing it.

What's that word for:
the hollow kind of cough, that seems to reach all the way down into the lungs.
tell me the answer

I'm now in the middle of the most peaceful and ordinary time of the my life. I sleep, eat, bum around, do some handicraft.....I feel like a housewife. Haha. But I feel so at peace with myself. I don't get into conflict with my mother, I don't stress myself out, I do whatever I feel like doing rather than what I have to do. Total bliss....

This sense of personal freedom is especially strong two days ago when I went swimming. I actually went out with Po Chin in the afternoon shopping for sarong nightgowns and bathmats. [For my mother, duh..] I told her that I would be going swimming later, she said that it was raining, I insisted that the rain would stop by the time I start swimming. It turned out that I was right. It stopped raining before I started swimming....but it started to rain again one minute later.

As there was thunder and lightning, the lifeguards blew their whistles and made everybody get out of the swimming pool, which by the way was way overpopulated by kids coming for their swimming lessons. Blah. So while waiting for the rain to stop, I took out paper and pen and started writing a letter to Adoree. The people around me were looking at me, thinking I was mad...okay, it was kinda difficult keeping water from dripping off my hair and onto the paper...It was cold, and I was scantily dressed..[in my swimsuit, you twit..], but I felt so good I wrote an exceptionally long letter to her.

After about an hour or so, there was only slight drizzling, so a few of the guys waiting just jumped in and started swimming again. I figured the mothers wouldn't let their kids swim, so the pool is going to be significantly more spacious for the rest of us. So I went in too. Apparently our dearest rain god is in a teasing mood that day...it started raining like one minute later again. I was feeling just a little fustrated and I was determined to swim, so I swam despite the rain. I was surprised the lifeguards didn't blow their whistles anymore, I should probably sue them for that, now that I think of it, but I was quite pleased to just swim on.

It was such a liberating swim. There wasn't a lot of people in the pool, as the rain was quite heavy. It was the huge-raindrop-rapid-firing-damn-painful kind of rain. It came to a point I didn't want the rain to hit my body, so I submerged myself and watched the very chaotic water surface...I felt so at peace, despite the supposed turbulence.

Aaahh....I felt so happy and free..

By the way, I swim only freestyle...I have no idea how to swim frog style...or breast stroke...whatever...

you're such a poet at heart

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