My first swimming lesson was a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. Fear. Anxious. Exciting. Thrilling.
Relax, breathe deeply, head down, hands straight, and legs flapping. Reminder: knees straight. Nice and easy. I’m secretly loving it.
I can now float and swim a very short distance. My little accomplishment with my darling Aly and Ser. Beamed with sheer joy and bragged with complete pride, I am dry duck no more.
It’s time to invest on a swimsuit and goggles. Woots! :)
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An avid traveler who loves to discover the undiscovered, an art lover who has an eye for creativity and heart for indie bands, a hardcore foodie who doesn’t mind going extra mile for good food, a TV geek who can’t help but daydreaming of Gray’s Anatomy, and a plain Jane who indulge in books with the love of milk.
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An avid traveler who loves to discover the undiscovered, an art lover who has an eye for creativity and heart for indie bands, a hardcore foodie who doesn’t mind going extra mile for good food, a TV geek who can’t help but daydreaming of Gray’s Anatomy, and a plain Jane who indulge in books with the love of milk.
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