in my sheer determination/ desperate attempt to regain former glory of fit-like-fuck rugger days, i hit the gym at paragon with yunnie (another guilt-ridden arse.)

believe it or not, we enthusiastically attended almost ALL the classes scheduled fer the day. *insert fake audience applause*

think psychotic cycling, insane yoga poses, cultish body-combatting and vigorous treadmilling. FIVE blardy hours of non-stop sweating and we actually survived!

for two very unhealthy globs of lard, we create what you call miracles.

yoga - a seemingly harmless and slack spiritual activity - ironically resulted in serious injuries for the both of us. how could it be, you may incredulously say. isn't yoga just about imagining yourself as a ball?

wrong.

in the midst of trying very hard indeed to contort myself into various awkward and obscene positions, i heard an awfully loud crack. it was the dislocating of a knee joint i was hearing. unfortunately, that knee joint happened to be mine. in total agony, i rolled up, nobly choosing to suffer in silence so as not to disrupt the lesson. to my utter disbelief, the heartless instructor didn't. even. care. wth did he really think i was that enthu about being a ball?!

and whilst yunnie was innocently stretching away to her heart's content in her little corner, the instructor menacingly crept up from behind and bestowed upon her the most friendly and encouraging pat on the back! which led to of course a fracture in her spinal cord or sth close to that.

pathetic, ok.

and another creepy thing about these male gym instructors is the fact that they can be so physically endowed yet on the other hand, so erm sexually disoriented (in other words, gay.)

incessant shrieks which sound something like this: "aiyar! timmy deeeaaar! why you pedal so slow?", or like this: "eric daaarling! come reach fer me now~" sent involuntary shivers down my spine. nonetheless, they have provided us with sufficient entertainment and amusement to last throughout the lessons.

anyhows, it has been a most fruitful and fun-filled day (despite the uncanny antics of the gay instructors and our unfortunate injuries sustained along the way.) and most importantly, we feel accomplished!

heh. wonder just how long we can last though.