Procrastination is the thief of time.

How very true.

But I guess "Procrastination is the keeper of fats" sounds more appropriate for me.

I always have excuses to not go swimming after work. It is too late. There would be hundred and one hormone over-flowing jerks around at this time. That fellow who offers to teach me swim when he looks like a silly starfish himself when trying to swim in frog style will be there. I'll go the next week when I get to knock off at 430. I'll go if the next person that enters the train is a guy with red hair. I'll go if the clouds on the left corner of my eye start to shape like stars.

And so, with all the above, it wasn't long before the fats at the adipose tissues in both my arms overflowed. Having no intention to disgust the next guy who tries to check me out with my elephant-trunk-like arms, I was determine to go for a swim today.

And I have yet to complain about that God forsaken pair of thighs that I have. He must have forsaken them, if not, why aren't their circumference decreasing???

It has been quite sometime since I have last swam. Just barely after 2 laps, I could feel my heart slamming vigorously on my ribcage, like as if I was on my first date.

If you have ever been to a public pool, you'd realised that there is a traffic flow in the entire pool. (I guess I had too much of LTA recently.)

Anyway, there would definitely be a two-way traffic established in the pool, horizontally, if you could imagine. Everyone, including me was abiding by this traffic; except for this one guy with long oily hair wearing poke dots swimming trunks. Instead of going with the flow, he swam vertically across the pool, knocking into and irritating every single person he come across that was swimming with the normal flow.

If you can imagine how irritating that was, you'd have started cursing already. The thing is you cant really talk without having the water gushing into your mouth while swimming. Hence, the only thing that us, the irritated people, could do was to swear and curse silently.

I have always admire daring individuals who stand out of the crowd and be true to themselves. But hey, not that literally alright?

And when he is swimming across vertically, the outline of his body across the pool is much visible to everyone who was swimming the other way. I bet he didn't realised that his tummy appears to be so swollen, so much so that I think there is enough room for a two cats.

As Mr Poke Dot knock into that hot guy on my left lane for the 5th time, I think, he had enough. I could tell he was so ready to shoot him with a bazooka even when his goggles covered half of his face. And so, when he was forcefully stopped to let Mr Poke Dots pass by, he pointed his middle finger at him.

It was as if he expressed what somewhat 15 people in the pool has been suppressing within them for the pass 30 minutes. For a moment, I thought I heard everyone scream in unison "yeah, that's the way". I had the urge to give him a high five for that.

And after all the hoo-haa, guess what?

Mr Poke Dots continues his next lap without changing his direction.

And if Mr Poke Dots think he is so cool because he kind of went against the whole world, really, somebody ought to tell him that he should at least slim down that tummy before doing this.

Let the poor cats out first please.