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Thursday, August 11, 2005
it's a record while the memory of it is still fresh in my puny little mind i thought i would cause a few jaws to drop. i've been to the gym TWICE in the last three days. yes. that would be 2 out of 3 days of heart-racing, blood-rushing, pore sweating activity. dua dari tiga. leong chi out of sam yat. ok my canto really sucks. but i think you get the point. slut queen i am. chilli queen i am. nonsense queen i am too. fitness queen i am not. i'm terrified of the gym. i'm terrified there will be other people in there. and to hide my irrational fear, i mask it. i walk in acting cool and try to look like i know what i'm supposed to be doing, even though half the equipment looks like it's come out of Event Horizon or some shit. now, we all know we're supposed to stretch before exercising, right? rule number one. check. so i'm stretching and praying people aren't mistaking me for a spastic. then comes the most intimidating part. fuck. what am i supposed to do now? run. yes i can do that. i know how to run. you can't go wrong with that. so onto the treadmill i hop. fuck. how does this thing work? so there i stand like an idiot reading the instructions on the side looking like a kid who just got lost in a whorehouse, while everyone does their routine thing. and you know what the worst thing is? when you're all alone in the gym and thinking to yourself "YES THERE IS A GOD"... in walks a guy. and another. and another. and yet another. and you realise you're the only female in a small enclosed area. you start to understand how a deer would feel in a roomful of tigers. all that testosterone. i could practically taste it. i just have to remind myself what i'm doing all this for - vanity. oh yes... and fitness. snowboarding is no fun when you get tired just from walking 100m trudging in snow carrying a board. by the time you get to the slope, you'll be panting like a dog on heat. no... that's no fun indeed. so testosterone filled gyms it is. since i can't find a kickboxing center here. *sigh* tnt. i miss you. Alysia S. procrastinated again @ 7:22 pm
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2 random retorts
HAHAHA!! OMG ARE U SERIOUS?? That's more gym days than I've done in a year!!! You went without me!!!!!!!!!!
haha it was just the apartment gym babes. i'm not insane enough to go to a REAL gym alone!!! feck.
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