So the article my mom was reading about, was how this stranger saved 2 girls from a pool and he remained anonymous until a few days later.
And she thought about how I almost drowned, twice.
Mom said that I used to have this thing for pools. Whenever I see pools, it's as though I've just made Buddhist monks rock to Paramore in their orange robes. I'd go crazy, running around pools.
These experiences are the kind of thoughts that you don't remember, but when you do, it's just bits here and there that you can't really put your finger to it and when you do, that moment just disappears and no matter how much you think about it, you forget about every single thing.
I've got no idea where I was but I remember I was surround by big, huge, gi-norrrrmous dark blue pools and I remember running around pools and screaming out of happiness. I've never seen such a huge pool in my entire life.
Seeing that my parents were all distracted, I took that chance and decided to jump into the pool. I've got NO IDEA what the hell was going through my mind.
I'm sure that if it was today, I'd make sure that I've got my handphone taken out, my iPod, my purse and I'd better hope my eyeliner is water proof. Just imagine jet black eyeliner streaming down your face. NOT A VERY NICE SIGHT TO SEE.
Seeing that the pool seemed quite shallow, I took a huge step and jumped into the pool.
I remember the panic that seized my body when I jumped into the cold water and realised that I was in deep shit. The pool was waaaay deeper than I thought. I was struggling to keep my head afloat and trust me, when you're in the moment of panic, that dog style paddling does no shit to you.
I was panting like hell, paddling like some crazy-fuck when suddenly, I felt someone hauled me up.
MY HEROS! 2 TEENAGE MALAY BOYS! Ahhhh. They friggin saved my life.
The very next time I almost drowned, was when I was at my aunt's new condo and the swimming pool was just newly constructed.
Again, like snorting coke up my nose, I was drugged with happiness as didn't give 100 hoots about jumping straight into the pool. I must be really fucked in the head or I must have thought myself as an immortal swimming goddess because once again, I jumped right into the pool.
Refraction has the power to deceive one's mind.
Anyway, I can't really remember what happened, but my mom told me that my dad jumped right into the pool without knowing exactly how to swim but he waddled and tip-toed to his crazy ass drowning daughter and pulled her up.
Maybe that's why I've got an affinity towards anything that has water. My mom usually fills this huge pail with water to sort of clean up the filter system of the shower and I would always sit on my white throne and just playing with water. Until now. When I'm at 18.
And baby, you lost more than that in my backseat.
