So, we all had fun swimming at Jonathan's Condominium. Things couldn't get better than this i might say. But after the swim, i take back the word and change to 'things couldn't get much worse'. I forget to bring my towel.
Well, in the end i manage to come up with the idea. use tissue as a towel and a hand blower as a hairdryer. And it works ! haha.
Still, they have yet to realise that i have an unimaginable past engraved into my head.
I'm afraid of water since my first school. Strange but true, my first school has a swimming pool, and a real olympic size too. Our first few lessons makes me think this is the best subject, but thing turns out to be a total regret when the new teacher takes over...
I was 6 years old at that time if i remembered correctly. And was put into the deep end, which was like around 4 meters deep, and no floats to help me. My swimming skill at that time is 'even the dogs are better than me' level. So no float means 'dead meat'.
I survived in the first few lesson though. Where we swam around the pool, and obviously i was holding on to the edge all the way. Treated as a joker of a class, as i'm the only one that really sucks to the core at swimming, the teacher also plays along. Kicking my hand so i can't grab the edge, throwing me in the middle of the pool and let me suffocate then he dive in to save me. I tell you, this is WORSE THAN HELL.
The moment i transfered to a new school, where i learned all the basic English before i came to Singapore, i was overjoyed, thinking that there's no swimming pool. Nope, this is worst. It's 5 meters deep now, so don't even think of touching the pool floor with your legs.
The torture continues when we have to swim the full length of the pool. Anyways my skill is good enough to let go of my floats already. Still, i would sink a few seconds later. The last memory i had was where the teacher throw a pool brick (made of foam but it sinks) into the deep end, and we have to dive in to get it up. When i heard that, i was like 'mom, if i'm not at the place where you pick me up, that means i'm gone'. A person who just able to let go of the floats, having to do this is like asking a guitarist to start playing the same song on the piano.
I dive in, grab the brick, and look up. It was like 2 flat storey height, and it's 3 seconds till i reach my limit. Of course i would panic because i'm going to die at any moment. When i reach my limit, and i'm not even half way up, i can tell you that everything is slowing down. Everything is coming to a stop, like a computer shutting down. Everything is off one by one. I can't move my legs, then my arms, and my senses. Everything is quiet like a calm, dark night. A great atmosphere to sleep. But it's different where i'm going to sleep, forever...
*Slap* THANATIP ! THANATIP ! *Slap*
That slap still hurts till now, but thanks to that, i'm here telling you this whole story. I was revived back to Earth. My lungs are filled with water. The moment you breath out, the water starts to come out from both nose and mouth. I have regained my sense, but my arms and legs are still not functinal. I was sent to the infirmary, and is fully recovered after a full 2 hours of sleep.
Today i have cast away that fear, and jump in the pool like a professional, showing off to the others like i never experience these past before. Well, i'm glad that things turned out great !
END OF STORY~
So... how's my story ? interesting right ? This can sure past my O'level exams with flying colours, haha. (Cheh, talk big only)
And lastly, thanks for inviting me today, i really had fun.
Signing out...
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