The people that work at the gym ah
man are they good
I mean they do their jobs well you know,
I applaud them.
When you first visit, tentative about joining (not really intending to just look-seeing)
they promise you everything under the sky
before you know it, you're suckered (who, me?)
When you go on holiday for awhile and make your first
visit after getting back
they say "Miss, you haven't been here for 5 whole days"
in the nicest possible manner, that of course being most effective
and scores maximatum (my blog, my word) points on the
guilt chart
When you rush in for a quick lunch-break on the treadmill
and leave before an hour is up, they say
"Wah, so fast ah?"
They greet you with a smile,
they say 'Have a great workout miss!"
They say "Wah you cut your hair, nice ah!"
even if its a DIY catastrophe made worse by a
chinese pangkor island (no 'Laut') hairdresser
who thinks short hair is for boys and can
not be made to look good on any woman
(not even me (; )
Man all these smily, happy, shiny gym people
damn scary.
So today I went for my first lunch session
to burn excess road rage
(fuckin hell some of the women drivers I tell you,
zero ability to gage space okay, inching forward when a bloody lorry could pass,
had a good mind to
haul her out of the car and make her eat her car keys),
amongst other things
knowing that I wont be free to attend tonight's
and tomorrow's night classes
and it felt good
all that adrenalin pumping
kinda made my afternoon more productive
Today is Daddy's birthday
He doesn't want to do dinner or a birthday gift
but yes, he'll take that bottle of Jack Daniels please
Runs in the family.
man are they good
I mean they do their jobs well you know,
I applaud them.
When you first visit, tentative about joining (not really intending to just look-seeing)
they promise you everything under the sky
before you know it, you're suckered (who, me?)
When you go on holiday for awhile and make your first
visit after getting back
they say "Miss, you haven't been here for 5 whole days"
in the nicest possible manner, that of course being most effective
and scores maximatum (my blog, my word) points on the
guilt chart
When you rush in for a quick lunch-break on the treadmill
and leave before an hour is up, they say
"Wah, so fast ah?"
They greet you with a smile,
they say 'Have a great workout miss!"
They say "Wah you cut your hair, nice ah!"
even if its a DIY catastrophe made worse by a
chinese pangkor island (no 'Laut') hairdresser
who thinks short hair is for boys and can
not be made to look good on any woman
(not even me (; )
Man all these smily, happy, shiny gym people
damn scary.
So today I went for my first lunch session
to burn excess road rage
(fuckin hell some of the women drivers I tell you,
zero ability to gage space okay, inching forward when a bloody lorry could pass,
had a good mind to
haul her out of the car and make her eat her car keys),
amongst other things
knowing that I wont be free to attend tonight's
and tomorrow's night classes
and it felt good
all that adrenalin pumping
kinda made my afternoon more productive
Today is Daddy's birthday
He doesn't want to do dinner or a birthday gift
but yes, he'll take that bottle of Jack Daniels please
Runs in the family.
6 comments:
which pretty country are u leaving to???...studying as well full time? what course u venturing into?...btw, nice blog
yea..its like they have this huge smile permanently carved on their faces. Nice, but can be irritating if ur feeling moody. hehe. oh yea, the girls who plaster their faces with ICI Dulux to gym? (can their skin breathe?? then where does all the sweat go?)..i guess it happens no matter which gym we go to, Aja. haha
gage? WTF? tsk tsk...what's the world coming to?
Alice: I've chosen not to tell anyone online till things are confirmed (= be patient.
Hooi Ching: Yeah man, the gym people can be damn irritating,and damn hard to ignore. As for the ladies who paint their faces on, I wonder the very same things!
Kec:What are you on about?
"zero ability to gage space"
WTF is wrong with that? You want me to say gauge is it? Means the same thing. That alot of women drivers suck at estimating the amount of space between their car and the one beside them. They think they're driving a tank.
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