Swimming.

Okay.

I abhor swimming with every fibre in my being.

I think my parents want me to learn how to swim for the following reasons:

1. It's a life skill. Like, I should learn how to swim or else I'll die.
2. They don't want me in Bangkok [That's just paranoid me talking.]
3. They want me to swim so I can join Bb. Pilipinas competitions and stuff like that. [I dread to see the day when they'll take me to buy a swim suit preferably black like the requirement for FORD'S SUPERMODEL OF THE WORLD competition.]

All I can say is that I hate it as much as I hate having to wear skirts. To the point that I cry. Haha. There. :D

Um, I kinda disappointed dad [So maybe that counts as NOT SWIMMING TODAY] so there's a possibility that I'm grounded.

But my barkada offered to teach me and I guess it's better than the shitty situation I'm in. I can't even explain how crappy it feels. BUT THANK YOU, BARKADA. I'm going to suck, I know it. ;_; I love you people! =D

Oh yeah, I'd wish you'd stop bringing up false hope. Stop dangling that carrot in front of my face. 16 years of it tells me that you're going to yank it away, anyway. By the way, you don't have to kick me when I'm down. I don't think I can get any lower.

So stop. =]