I went swimming today, but I shouldn’t really say swimming, because I can’t swim. I just kicked my legs madly while holding a floating board tight. I didn’t dare going past the half-way mark, as I couldn’t touch the floor beyond that point.
Thoughts of lifeguards having to rescue me in that tiny pool prevented me from swimming beyond that point. I thought watote was embarrassed with my swimming (kicking) style, though he didn’t show it. He might be bemused all the same.
When I left the gym, I saw a group of middle-aged men near the entrance of the building. At least five of them had shaved heads, and I was alarmed at some point. Though I don’t think neo-Nazi skinheads had any business around the university union, seeing a group of men with shaved-heads triggered anxiety. And I started to wonder whether it is a normal feeling for a non-white immigrant or am I too self-conscious of my skin colour?
When I got to school, main doors were shut and signs were posted outside, saying that the 24-hour access was suspended. I then suddenly knew that the rest of my day was going to be wasted. All my books were inside, and I won’t be able to go to my office until Monday morning. And watote’s computer doesn’t have Zawgyi installed, but this does not stop me from blogging (apparently).