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.