Vigorous Pool Action

It was a sunny day on 22nd May. No wonder, i thought as i looked at my calender, it was a Sunday.

Being free from tuition, i decided to hop down to the pool for a tanning session. (Phuket was less than a week away and i needed to blend in with the sun-drenched crowd) Surprisingly, the pool was not quite filled to the brim as it always was on a Sunday. I quickly picked a spot that was rather empty and opened out the deck chair. After a short dip in the pool, i returned to my chair and covered my face, contemplating a little nap to whittle away the time. The searing rays drilled into my naked torso. It was alike being in a sauna. I was literally baking. A gust of wind blew across like an answer to my prayers. Soothed, i went back to my nap. I had a wonderful dream, of me and my...

"Ah boy ah! Oei!! Come here! Dont run hor. Later u two huh.. Yah. Fall down then u know. Oei!!", something screeched in the background. (You have to hear her voice in order to understand why i chose the word 'something' and not 'someone'.) Rudely brought back to reality, i seethed with anger. My lovely dream smashed to bits like glass cracking under the sheer weight of her pitchy voice. Bitch. The heat was nearly bringing me to a boil. I didnt need her to push me over the edge. I took a deep breath and tried to return to my dream.

"Hey! Don't run! Later i bian you two! 他 妈 的 ! Got hear or not! Don't you run!", this time though, it was a gruffy male voice. Irritated, i removed the cloth covering my face and shot a 'go and die' look in their direction. I was astounded to see not one, not two, but an entire troop of people crowding around the two nearby sheltered tables. Where the hell did these clowns come from? They weren't here a short while ago. I couldn't help but stare for some while. They had the entire range. There was the pot-bellied old man, the sagging wife, the smaller-bellied son and his big-breasted sweetheart. The floppy-haired nerd son, a super chio sister and a tubby aunt completed the family. And that was not inclusive of their friends. Damn.

I shook my head in disgust and looked away, half hoping that they could just disappear and allow me to burn in peace. My head turning was futile as on my right, there was another group of people sitting nearby. I was shocked. Again. Where the hell do these people materialise from? Its like Criss Angel and his disgusting tricks. Get them away from me. Please...

They were so close that i could hear whatever they were saying. My reluctant eavesdropping led me into their conversation.

Chinese male (refine, blue polo ralph top with striped white pants, speaking with a pseudo british accent): Look at those funny people over there. They are sooo uncivilised. Pah! Some lower class Singaporean folk, if i may hazard a guess. Wonder why the management would allow them to even buy a unit in this place. Must have been some oversight. Haha...

Elderly chinese female (presumably his mum, unless he fancies the wrinkles on her neck. Eeeww!): Hahaha. (chuckling consciously) Yeah. Or they may be desperate to sell off some of the unwanted units. Hahaha. Look at that foolish man. He can't even keep his kids under command. Such noise. Tsk... (fake american!)

I nodded in agreement, unknowingly, as he voiced out some of my feelings. I caught myself in mid-motion, stepping hard on the brakes just in case he saw me. Deep inside, i felt as if i was one step closer to hell. The hideous thoughts enveloped me, weighing me further and further. How could i? No Nicholas. Must not be evil.

I replaced the cloth and tried my best to clear my mind and focus on letting the sun do its job.

"Hahaha.. What you want?", "We go play over there! No! No lah! We see who can throw the ball into the hole. Funner. ", "Aaaaaaah!!! Dont want! I wanto play!!!"

Water splashed onto me. I jumped a little in shock as the cold water hit my skin. F****. If staring could kill, i would have been sentenced to several death penalties. But sadly, i was no Mathilda. I took a few deep breaths and reckoned that it just wasn't my day. I had to leave. Passing by the high class mother and son combo, i heard them whispering again. "Oh my god! That guy has such a scrawny frame and still he dares to show it. Hahaha.", "Yeah, hahaha..."

Bastards.

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