Alternate realities...
If you could go back in time and do something differently that would henceforth alter the entire path of your future, what would you do? Keeping in mind that changing an aspect of the past would mean you could be in a completely different place now...
Today, my choice would be: To Sec 1. And choose to be in the swimming team, instead of guai guai agreeing to join the loser Red Cross (I was forced to, coz no one in the class wanted, and it was compulsory that each class had 2 reps, so the teacher made us draw lots -- and my luck is just farked).
Duno why I was always so lazy in school where ECAs were concerned. Always chose the least time-consuming ones. WITH THE EXCEPTION of that farking stupid uniporm groop, which was loser loser loser beyond belief. Full of people who took themselves too seriously. And all that needless footdrill. God! What a laugh. Good thing I quit after 3 years. Waste of my Saturdays.
In my alternate reality: I'd have been a stellar school swimmer. (Ey, even without joining swim team and enduring all that training and setting myself up for skin cancer at an early age, I already won a lot of medals at school swim meets ok.) I'd have represented school. Then gone on to JC team, met a rich man's son on the swim team, and enjoyed my teenage years being driven around in a Z4. And holiday first class in Spain. And coz it'd be like 90210, all my subsequent boyfriends would be from that inbred inner circle of rich brats. And all their mothers and sisters would love me andbring me along for their socialite events.
And I'd grow up to be a celebrity editor, rubbing shoulders and flitting with the ease of a butterfly at all these high society events. And I'd know all the insider goss and everyone would want me to write about them. I'd start my own regional rag at 25, and marry an heir to a billionaire's fortune at 28.
All because I joined the swim team instead of that fucking loser Red Cross.
Today, my choice would be: To Sec 1. And choose to be in the swimming team, instead of guai guai agreeing to join the loser Red Cross (I was forced to, coz no one in the class wanted, and it was compulsory that each class had 2 reps, so the teacher made us draw lots -- and my luck is just farked).
Duno why I was always so lazy in school where ECAs were concerned. Always chose the least time-consuming ones. WITH THE EXCEPTION of that farking stupid uniporm groop, which was loser loser loser beyond belief. Full of people who took themselves too seriously. And all that needless footdrill. God! What a laugh. Good thing I quit after 3 years. Waste of my Saturdays.
In my alternate reality: I'd have been a stellar school swimmer. (Ey, even without joining swim team and enduring all that training and setting myself up for skin cancer at an early age, I already won a lot of medals at school swim meets ok.) I'd have represented school. Then gone on to JC team, met a rich man's son on the swim team, and enjoyed my teenage years being driven around in a Z4. And holiday first class in Spain. And coz it'd be like 90210, all my subsequent boyfriends would be from that inbred inner circle of rich brats. And all their mothers and sisters would love me andbring me along for their socialite events.
And I'd grow up to be a celebrity editor, rubbing shoulders and flitting with the ease of a butterfly at all these high society events. And I'd know all the insider goss and everyone would want me to write about them. I'd start my own regional rag at 25, and marry an heir to a billionaire's fortune at 28.
All because I joined the swim team instead of that fucking loser Red Cross.
'Write Louder!' she says with one raised eyebrow at 10:28 AM
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