One morning in Malaysia I decide to take advantage of my free time and my sister's high end apartment building. I work out. There are many nifty cardio machines and lifting machines. I spend a good hour getting all in shape.
You should all know one thing about this country. It is hot. I mean it is unbearably hot. Ask my mom one thing about the entire country, she visited in March, and she will reply with one word, "Hot". The sun is oppressive. The air is thick and heavy. The rain is boiling and does not cool a thing down. So after an hour of sweating my ass off, I visit this place.
This is the pool in my sister's building. It is out of control beautiful. There are waterfalls and little rivers with bridges. The plant life and furniture looks as if it is floating on the clean water's heavenly surface. I jumped into this magical place with all of my cloths on.
After my nice fully clothed swim, I head back to the apartment. I am a little ashamed that I am dripping with water, but I will be safe soon enough. I walk into the apartment and... dumdumdummmm.... the maid is there cleaning all of the messes we left.
I hate interacting with people who are technically servants. I would prefer to clean my own filth rather than potentially talk to someone who has handled my dirty underwear. Immediately I spin around and bolt out the the building. I spend the rest of the day wandering the streets in my filthy wet cloths.
So of course I spend most of the day at the aquarium. I felt as though fish would not judge because they are always wet, and they poop in their air.
Non Judgmental Fish
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