There are a lot of things that can make me wake up early on a cold Sunday morning. But not many things that I'd endure being laughed at little kids for. And even fewer things I want in exchange for my relatively svelte frame.

The caress of the water on my bare skin? The NASSA gold cert? Golden sun-kissed skin? The heat radiating on my cheeks? Strong, toned arms?

Anyway, for trivial reasons, not excuses, like innate laziness, owning only 1 swimming cotume, chlorine spoiling my already almost damaged hair, pool being closed at night and being crowded when it's open, I can't hit the waters more than twice a week.

In a very tshirt mood now. Either feeling a little bigsized to wear tank tops, or I've had enough of wearing tight things.

"You're just like a pill. Instead of making me better, you keep making me ill." Cute song.