I Went To A Gym and All I Got Was Lower Self-Esteem

I just got a 7-day pass to Celebrity Fitness, (no) thanks to Dania. And me, being a lover of free stuff and all things free, went to give it a try. I am not really a gym person, I don't like the of feel the lack of adrenaline as compared to doing sports.

My first impression of that entire gym was that it was BLODDY HUGE. And all the machines that were there consists of the usual treadmills and bicycles and some unconventional ones: like a butt machine (which I promptly tried for a firmer and toner gluteous maximus). And they have receptionists, a sauna, a yoga and pilates room, and a group exercise room. Maybe its just me, but the only gym which I have been to was the Tropicana gym which I snuck into on certain occasions. I think I need more exposure.

And lets not get started on the dressing rooms. My God, how can Malaysians have those kinds of bodies? Bulging muscles and pecs and a six-packed abdomen, I was intimidated - like, seriously intimidated. Have they not even heard of Malaysian food? It is not physically possible in our country! So much for self-esteem.

Was hoping a cute chick trainer would come and teach me how to use the machines, but to no avail. The desperate look just doesn't work anymore. On a side not: I was glad they don't have the rather obscene iGallop there, or I would burst out laughing or smirking (depending on which gender was on it)

I went home with sore and aching muscles.

Celebrity Fitness ought to hire me as their marketing agent. Product placements, anyone?

Speaking about Coiincidences

Last Thursday, I went out with my brothers to watch a movie at One Utama. We stopped at Pelita at SS2 to have nasi kandar, mainly because I haven't had nasi kandar yet since I got back. Anyway, I was just there and guess who I bump into just finishing his meal: Mr. Warren a.k.a fishtail. Didn't recognise him at first, but then again, I haven't seen him for ages. Glad you are still well, Mr. Warren.

And then, at 1U itself, while I was queueing up to purchase tickets for Lady in the Water. And Mr. Ananth, of all people, came up to meet me. He was, in fact, purchasing tickets for Click.

And in just one day, I met both of my favourite lecturers of all time. Mr. Ananth - jolly law lecturer who always reminds me to get a girlfriend and Mr. Warren - oyster-eating friendly Moral Educations lecturer cum blogger.

I believe in coiincidences: but this is just creepy.

P/S I am a sudden big fan of We Are Scientists, thanks to my bro.

I Just Heard the Funniest Thing

Was watching One In A Million, another reality TV show on Malaysian TV making tonnes of money from fanatical people with too much cash to spend.

Anyway, Paul Moss (from Malaysian Idol fame) was making his usual snide comments, with one stating that one of the competitor's clothes look dowdy by saying: " You dress like 50% of the audience here"

And, as always, the audience start booing.

Then Paul Moss gave an excellent retort: "Why are you booing me for? I just complimented half of you."

And in an unusual way, he made my day.