Okay, so I am doing a little bit of swimming as well. I know it is not adequate to pay off my sins of eating, but it will have to do.

I've just realised that my swimming has not improved at all. It still takes me 40 strokes to get to the other side, and the kids are still lapping me (drink my trail of piddle!) I don't understand it. How could I still be so slow despite all the swimming that I didn't do in Australia?

Oh.

I must say this, that despite all its image as a third world country, Malaysia has a swimming pool that rocks in Bukit Jalil. It is Olympic sized, and is quite well kept, and it is covered so that the outside weather doesn't matter. But the best thing about it is the three syllable word that no toilet/changing room should ever be without -

Cub-ic-le.

I don't understand how it is that Australia condones a common changing room where old men and young alike strip down to their skin and shower next to each other. I'm sorry. You earn something like that by breaking the law and going to prison. Crime doesn't pay, and you'd better have a pretty decent grip on your bar of soap.

Okay, maybe it's just me. Maybe there's still much to learn about the overratedness of modesty, and I should be comfortable in the skin I'm in.

But until then, I will always prefer swimming here at home, where I don't need to think about who's deciding to come out of the closet at the moment I'm trying to get into my swimming trunk.

Well, as an aside, these holidays, I'm still trying to relax but I can't. These are defining times for me, and my career pathways, but here I am instead trying to increase my love handles to become love doors. I know that You've been good all this time, and I shouldn't worry, and I know that I've lead a life undeserving.

But for you who's reading this, would you please pray for me. Thank you.