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i just came back from my lession. it's funny how i need to have an instructor standing in front of me. then, i can and able to grasp hold some new concept. if there's a lack of an instructor.. my brain just can't seem to get it. i wonder why?
is it because... i just need to spend the money? >_>
that's damn lame and a waste of money.
in fact, my guitar skills are... stagnant or perhaps, deteriorating... to my chagrin. also, even though, i am reading some doujinshis, mangas, watching animes and playing games in japanese without any translation.. i can't seem to grasp hold of the language. unlike my youngest sister, who knew the language but.. is learning to speak and write it(which she can't be bothered).
sigh~ it's funny how dependant i am on an instructor.
today, swimming lession was... very scary and terrible for me. it's a first for me.. to have this undesirable urge to jump out of the pool and just wanting to skip the lession for the day. imagine that! there's this bunch of indians guys that are leeching onto the edge of the pool... stripping the costumes of us, females and... seeing and comparing the figures of us, females again.
well, to say... i was grossed out was an understatment. when my sister, her friend and i swam past, they would dip underwater and... gaze? then, comments would be made. honestly, their body odor was so damn strong that when i need to breathe, i can't breathe... it's too damn smelly that.. i would have gotten choke.. =_= thanks man~
also, the water around them was damn chalky.. like as if people use calcium carbonate to test for the presence of carbon dioxide. =_= when nearing them... i would have forgotten to swim.. and struggle my way to the end of the pool.. as i was damn freaked out by them. imagine.. having people stripping you mentally and excessing you... in their brains... commenting you to their peers. that feeling is... scary...
now, i understand why... those people when in summer hate guys in beaches. i totally understand and support them.
thank the heavens that i was knew what was happening? 'cause of that, i didn't walk my way to the middle of the pool but swam my way there. my sister and her friend wasn't so lucky? they walked there. the guys... comment things when they walked passed. scaring them out of their wits...
my sister friend didn't know that the guys were pointing at us all along when we were swimming throughout the laps. if she knew, a finger would be shown to them when they commented her when she walked past. ha! i wonder... what would their expressions be?
really... how shallow can their brains be?
guys are really scaring me out... =_=