So, Bootcamp.

I don’t want to get into why I joined etc, though I might write something about it at the end of the year.

I got to know about Original BootCamp Malaysia from a forum. It looked and sounded interesting enough, and after days of privately (late at night) and publicly (Twitter, Facebook) thinking about it, I decided to sign up. Jaime must have seen my status updates or something because she asked me about it. She was more gung-ho than I was to fill out the form, heh.

There are 2 OBC locations — KL at Padang Merbok and PJ at Padang Astaka. For the PJ location, there are 2 sessions. The first one is from 5.45 to 6.45 a.m. and the second is from 7 – 8 a.m. Naturally I chose the PJ location and the later session. For details on pricing and other stuff, go check out their FAQ.

I mentioned that I signed up for Bootcamp on my blog last week, something about paying for someone to bark and yell at you. The next day I received an e-mail from the OBC people, with info on what to bring and what to expect etc. There was this line somewhere at the bottom, “It is important to remember that ORIGINAL BOOTCAMP is not about yelling and hundreds of push ups.” LMAO I’m sure it’s a standard e-mail blast, I don’t think they read my blog but what a coincidence, eh? ;)

Anyway I went for my first OBC session this morning. Didn’t feel like waking up, hit the snooze button a couple of times then grudgingly dragged my arse out of my warm and comfy bed. Tock had given me directions that I could understand, so it was just a matter of getting there on time. Apparently the OBC instructors do not take well to recruits arriving late, heh.

Saw Tock as he wobbled out from his early morning session. Chatted for a bit, all he could utter was, “pace yourself, pace yourself…”

At this point, I don’t quite know what to say. My mind is still in a blank, my body is sore and my legs ache. That is to be expected, right? All in all it reminded me of Pendidikan Jasmani (Physical Education for you lot who didn’t attend national schools) except that my PJ teachers never pushed me to do anything I didn’t like. Cannot do sit-ups ar? Okay next. Cannot reach your toes? Try lah… still really cannot? Okay next.

The OBC instructors were encouraging but firm. You know how well I take to encouragement, especially when it comes to exercising ;) At one point I was more-walking less-jogging when an instructor came up next to me and started saying really happy things like, “You are doing really well, push yourself! Stomach cramp? I know I understand… take deep breaths, it really helps! Come on let’s go! Okay next cone we are going to jog! Just a bit more now… okay cone coming! Let’s do it!”

Fuwah at that time I really wanted to kick him lor. But no more strength already, so the best thing I could do to get away from his cheerfulness was to complete the jog. I’m sure they all know how we felt, especially when it’s our first time there. Nothing personal, just have to get over ourselves.

I’ll blog more on Original BootCamp Malaysia as and when I go for more sessions. To end this, actually I felt quite good afterwards. Tired, in shock, blur, faint-ish, exhausted, you name it. But the adrenaline and buzz at the end was pretty great. Quite happy also. Well I signed up and paid for this what. So I better get used to it.

You know, instead of sound bytes… Arguably not one of my most creative moments but that just about describes my current state of mind.

1. Sick, flu, sick
That’s me. As my sister suggested, my antibodies are inadequate to protect me from Malaysia’s shitty and unpredictable weather, natural or otherwise. The moment I get sick, I get so irritated that I’d have to go through days of misery that I’d opt for the easy way out — Western medicine. It’s usually the last few days of slow recovery when I couldn’t take it any more, and I’d go visit my doctor and beg her to dope me up so high that I’d almost miraculously get well within the next couple of days. It usually works but like I said, it’s the chicken-shit approach. This time I’m holding out until end of this week, see if I don’t get better because I have a lot of things to do next week!

2. Munchies
The past couple of days, I’ve been having the munchies real bad. It usually strikes at about 5 p.m. which is too late to get a piping hot char siew pau from the kopitiam downstairs because they close shop at 4. As I don’t think it is wise to load up on roti kosong, banjir, telur, bawang, telur bawang etc when I’m ill, I make myself a cup of Nestum. Only they don’t call it Nestum any more, it’s called Nesvita now. I like Nestum better. It’s a childhood thing. It is also IMHO a rather miserable drink with no taste whatsoever, but it satisfies the tummy until dinner time. So that works.

3. Bootcamp
I signed up for Bootcamp Malaysia. It’s like paying for a personal trainer to bark and yell at you, then make you do stuff that you don’t really want to do but have to do because you know you are nearing the Asian’s definition of obesity which probably contributed to the number of times you’ve been sick this first half of the year alone. I’ll let you know how it goes, or if I’ll live.

4. Poken see, Poken do
I got myself a Poken! Simply put, it’s a digital name card. I’ll blog more on this later, but first I need to Poken with friends who already have Pokens! Well, now that I am remembering to take it out wherever I go… Poken me!

5. Herro, Google?!?
The other night I received my first SMS layang. It was from an unknown number, telling me to go check out a blog that has a video of Teoh Beng Hock being tortured by the police before his death. As always, curiosity got the better of me. It was not a very nice video and I didn’t think it looked like Teoh Beng Hock. Then I scrolled down to read the comments, clicked on links, googled here and there and found out that it was actually the video used by Obefiend to prank RPK. It is true that Teoh Beng Hock’s death is a tragedy, a mystery and needs to be investigated by an independent body etc, but seriously some people would believe anything.

6. More retards
Have you heard of the 27-year old chick from Bronx who sued her college because they did not successfully find her a job after graduation? Read it here and weep.

7. Ramen
I want to eat ramen.