2nd day at gym and other stuff

Got woken up at nearly 6 a.m. by a loud thunder clap. Couldn’t go back to sleep but not willing to really wake up, so rolled about bed for an hour trying (unsuccessfully) to catch a few winks. Reached gym at 7.30 a.m., had my measurements taken, did 15 minutes treadmill and almost 15 minutes of cycling. Was about to take a shower when the gym chick rushed in to tell me that I was not done with my programme.

“What programme?”
“Oh the FULL body fat reduction programme.”

Apparently they already set up a list of things I should do — 15 minutes of treadmill, 15 minutes of cycling and another 15 minutes of using some other machines. So the first week I should do no less than 45 minutes of sweaty stuff. By the second week, I should add another 5 minutes to both treadmill and cycling.

Very nice and sweet of them. But this shit is tough. At the end of the 10th minute of cycling today, my legs are begging me to stop, STOP THIS MADNESS OMG YOU ARE PERFECT, YOU SHOULDN’T GIVE A SHIT WHAT OTHER PEOPLE THINK ABOUT YOU, YOU DON’T NEED TO TORTURE YOURSELF LIKE THIS STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111111111

So, back to gym on Friday.

While putting my stuff into the locker, a young-looking middle-aged lady came in and started complaining about the lack of lockers bla bla bla. I was rather puzzled because there were plainly so many unused lockers in sight, but I guess she only wanted the ones at arm’s reach. She started to make conversation, going on about how we should keep everything, including shoes inside the locker because apparently someone else’s shoes were stolen while she was in the shower.

“Must keep everything locked one you know. That stolen shoes must have been taken by people who are not like you and me. This gym got other races one… They must have taken it lor… People like you and me won’t take other people’s shoes one… you know lah, they not Chinese is like that one… last time ar, my daughter used to put her music player and her mobile phone out like that when she showers… I was like, haiyohhhhh but luckily no one ever take. I scolded her you know!! Cannot leave things out like that one!!! Other people will take one!!! Of course not Chinese lah… Now she studies in Australia and she goes to gym there and she leaves her stuff like that, but no one ever take! You know lah, our people and mentality here… simply take take one… over there is not like that!!!

Last time my daughter leaves her things here, sometimes she forget to take them home. Lucky the maid here finds it and keep for her! The maid here very good one… very poor you know… so sometimes I give her things lah.. you know, like some biscuits I buy that are too sweet and I cannot eat, so I give her loh! They really appreciate one!! These people are very poor one… if you give them so they take lor… and they are very thankful… Like we have a lot of clothes that we cannot wear anymore, I also give!! The maid ar… very poor but very good!”

Times like these, I really don’t know how to converse. How do you tell someone you just met that she is a racist but somewhat philanthropic Chinese? So I tried to make my exit but it wasn’t easy.

Where can I buy a comfortable but not expensive office chair for my home use?

first day at gym

This may sound like a cliché, but I feel like I want to die.

And I’d only been on the cycling thingy for 15 minutes.

So not fit is the understatement of George Bush’s career.

Nemmain, try again tomorrow.

Hopefully without the feeling of wanting to throw-up after.

me wants to be a lean machine, dammit!!!!!

Due to a crush that began on Friday and ended on Sunday, I made up my mind to join the local neighbourhood gym after work.

Wish me luck.

what do you wear to work?

The Reflector blogged about inappropriate office attire yesterday. Reading his obvious disapproval for females who wear T-shirts and skirts and call it office attire brought back some memories for me. I was going to comment a whole lot on his blog, then decided to write a post on that myself. I mean, I do after all own a rather neglected blog :P

Like I said, memories. It was my second proper job (I consider any company that provides EPF provides proper jobs), and my fashion sense was none to pathetic. The company was not very big then, so I was semi-allowed to wear informal stuff like polo tees and jeans. I also didn’t have a lot of items in my closet; just one of those long migration periods of your life where you didn’t think so much about what you wear in public.

So one day I strolled into the office wearing a 3 quarter sleeve body-hugging black cotton top, and a pair of baggy pants. I was proud of the baggy pants; I thought it made me look cool, with me walking around with my hands in my pocket, slouching with a disinterested look on my face. The pants was not falling off my butt, but it was REALLY big with extra room for another set of thighs.

My definition of hip came crushing down when my superior looked at me and asked, “What the hell are you wearing? You can’t wear that to the office.”

That was when I learnt that it was far from appropriate to wear baggy pants to work. My version of baggy pants, at least :(

I think that was the only time I’d been admonished for what I wear at work. Either they didn’t give a damn anymore, or were too polite to mention anything.

The only other dressing erreur I can remember at the moment was when I attended a job interview at a GLC. I had worn a shirt that was a bit too tight for me (because I’d gained some weight and every other acceptable item was in the washing machine). As tight buttoned shirts on plump women go, they don’t close so well at the chest area if one does not affix an extra button between the second and third button. While I waited for my turn, I periodically tried my best to inconspicuously pull down my shirt. There weren’t many people in the office at that time, but there were a few walking about.

After my appointment, the interviewer took me to one side, laughed and told me that those people walked about the area just because of the area between the second and third button. A couple even asked him when I’d start work…

Of course I was embarrassed. But thinking back, it was funny too. I don’t wear that shirt anymore though.

Then a few days ago I discovered a split in my trousers, right at the bottom part below the bum. It wasn’t THAT noticeable but when you are in such a situation, you become too painfully aware of the what-ifs…

So yeah, 26 years later, I don’t think I’ve gotten this whole fashion and dressing thing right.

At least I don’t wear leggings.

why is the damn rum gone?!

I don’t drink rum, but I want tickets to Pirates of the Carribean 3 as semi-promised by Nuffnang!!!

So, gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mwah!

sniff sniff koff koff ahemerghhhhhh

“Public holidays
are supposed to be enjoyed
unless you get sick.”

Or any other holidays for that matter. For some reason I tend to fall (slightly or seriously) ill during a holiday (public or otherwise), or the weekends. Even if it’s just a minor throat irritant, it’s still a bloody irritant. Life is so fucking unfair.

/end teen whining.

p/s: American Idol sucked.