on cloud 9

Today I realize that I have a phobia of getting into a swimsuit. Could I call it a phobia?


Yes. Why?

I look bad in a swimsuit. I don't even want to imagine it, cause I've seen the worst. >_<

Now I'm at my cousins' place. yes, there's a big idiot with a jester's hat. And that's my cousin.

**the idiot waves**

His house is fantastic. I must stay here during the holidays, after SPM. His house is like a holiday retreat. Great scenery, great food, great company. Correction, lots if idiot company. **disclaimer notes: the referred subjects are the cousins. thank ming for making me put this here =D** Not to mention that it's good practicing sarcasm with him. He's picking up. Slowly, but surely. (Does that mean I have an heir to my reign of tyranny?)

All day there was a wonderful breeze blowing. Even the 10-minute walk to the swimming pool was like a stroll in a park. Greenery everywhere, and maybe construction signs (traces of cement, brick and set-aside glass for the windows and doors....and golfers.