blackrose

Sunday, my body got forced up to the gym again. My life is so routine and cyclical nowadays. Work then gym during the weekdays, or starbucks then gym during the weekends. Seemed hardcore eh, still can’t resist food and rubbish. Crap…. And owh, my personal trainer was 110+kg 2 years back, and is having the ideal build now. Damn. And soon to find out that he’s friend of my Malacca friend. Ah long story, but small world. Like how I just got to know my colleague in my current GIPLC team, is a friend of my brother and his girlfriend.

“Owh I also was graduated from Macquarie Sydney U, what’s your bro’s name?”
“er, don’t think you know him. But if you happen to know anyone with the HOW, that should be my bro la… hahaha”
“haarr.. HOW ahhh.. the tall tall thin thin play basketball one is it??”
"goodness....... sweat!"

Even more ironic, they were in different batches and courses. WHAT ON EARHT?

Ok ok get back.

BTW, GUESS WHO I SAW AT THE GYM TODAY!? Please start your guess like NOW!

I shall cerita sikit before get you the jawapan muktamat XD

As I visit The Curve almost everyday now and then, I avoid parking my car inside since the parking rate has also risen to $3 from $1. (have enough investing at KL parking $10 per day :( ) I don’t understand why they clamped my car at 730am the other day parking right in front of fitness first. Madness 7am, for fuck sake ah? It’s not even causing any jam at any way because it’s the inside road surrounding the mall, not the outside lane by the road side. Who the heck goes shopping at 7am? Apparently in the afternoon or at night, those slots (where I got clamped) are fully occupied with cars. What the heck, don’t understand but nevermind.

Anyway the story I was about to tell is about a clumsy girl who dropped her car key on the ground outside of her car, not knowing for 6 hours, happily chilled and gym, til realized her car key was nowhere to be found! No panic as she got to the fitness counter to check regarding any lost and found car key. Thankfully, some kind dude picked it up and placed it with the fitness first staff, together with the complete set of Winnie-the-pooh-with-friends key chain! Relieved from panic.

“thank youuuuuuuuuuuuu!!! I guess I dropped it in the changing room or something? Who found it?”
“No. Someone found it by the walkway outside near the cars. You dropped it outside of your car, girl.”
“seriously..!? crapppp!…………… anyway THANKS A LOT..!”

T_T

This guy left a note with his number underneath my car wiper, only to realize it when I got to my car (that time already found my key). Hence I called to thank and to discover he’s.. somewhat a overly friendly guy… he wasn’t actually in the gym but the thought that I am most likely to be there since my car was just right outside. I have no idea who you are, I believe you’re a nice person to have returned a CAR KEY and I certainly wish to thank you by a meet up. Otherwise I would be walking to train station tomorrow.

But you see, it started of by saying I owe him dinner, then interested to be friend, then what he does by travelling Asia Pacific frequently (that he’s flying to Bangkok tmr, Hong Kong next week, etc), also a member of fitness first, bla bla bla. It gets quite… dodgy after FOUR sms. The next thing when I got home,

“hey, I think I’m gonna buy you meal instead cause I just strike 4D with your number!”

Okay… mas10…
1010? I will surely check with my mum tomorrow. In that case, my mum should be richER too!

Anyway, THANK YOU MR. ROY. Thank you also that my lil pooh tigger piglet and eeyore are still in complete set. But hey Mr. Roy, it really is pretty annoying when I reply once, you reply twice full length with at least 3 questions in a message.

Sigh. It’s a weird day.

So have you gotten your answer yet??

The answer is, GOD.

I saw our DEAR GOD at the gym today. Days have changed people! Miracle...

Body so big, but pea brain. Seriously dude, go back to your country and retake whatever you call undang-undang di jalan raya in your country. You better wish I don’t spot your Mazda 2200 again. Because of your bloody country never teach you NOT TO DOUBLE PARK FOR FUKING HOURS I had to wait like dunggu trying to reserve forward reverse forward berjam-jam. You are lucky it was me that you blocked, your car should really be dented by now. I was so effing tempted, just say you lucky.

May your baby Mazda get smashed by big fat truck tomorrow la.. since I believe you wouldn’t mind people leaving marks on your car. Anyway, credit goes to 1 of the security guards and a Malay passerby who were trying to get my car out even though failed to.

So hungry!

Hm, what's best to eat after gym?

damn long no cam whore cause damn bulat.

Today I spent a total of.. I don’t know.. more than 7 hours? in the gym. Nothing beats this seriously.

So anyway, managed to escape from work today due to mas10 being an emobitch these past few days.

I was stuck in Jalan Sultan Ismail’s Carltex station last Friday after work at about 7ish. What’s more sueh than never bring purse when your car planned to fail on you 7PM AT KUALA LUMPUR when you’re alone, Limsinhan the nearest to my office was on MC and team mates all working from office at Sentral 1 instead of client’s at KL? No purse=no money no I/C no license no nothing. Hell of a loooooong story, but managed to get home one piece at late night. Collected my car on Sunday, apparently the engine’s oil was leaking quite very badly.

Comes Monday, it’s still fucking leaking like a period bitch. Great, sexy reason to take leave! So I headed to FF at The Curve since it’s so near. I presumed the car wouldn’t explode on the way. Spent some quality 3 hours and home continue to sleep. Sent mas10 for body checkup again and rushed back at 5ish for personal session appointment at FF. I don’t know how I did that, but I left FF only at 9 plus. Treadmill never missed as usual. Went for a jog near the housing area opposite The Curve after some quite-hardcore (for me after 4 months of gym-less depressed days) personal training session, so don’t be surprised to spot some howsoochin-alike fella running around The Curve, it’s me. My last time jogging I believe was last November. Apart from me being fatter, stamina still pretty well maintained I would say. Thank god for that. It was roughly a 3km run and the weather was good til almost the end it started to drizzle. Overall, damn effing so very the awesomeness. Later I bumped into a friend from Malacca in FF, we went to the BodyCombat class started at 730pm, also it’s my first class attended since member. I could so sense the muscles giving me hell of a time walking straight tomorrow. If only I could do this every other day. Stupid long working hours. Hmph!

Life's good.

At the moment still damn semangat, am making an effort to get my ass up at 6am and get to FF by 630 in the morning, whenever that’s possible. So far, yea, and car got clamped once as well. The Curve now has my SHARE of fucking 100bucks! Now hoping mas10 to get on track asap and allows me fly off from work at 120km/hour.

There 'they' go.

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I ain’t some big fan of football, or not even near to a fan. But in history of the victory, I really think it was a good game on Liverpool vs. Man U played last Saturday.

Me and happy bois at Breakers, Hartamas.

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Last August.
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