the clocks ticking down till my departure for UK. by 11am tomorrow morning i'll be in KLIA giving out hugs and goodbye's to my family for 3 weeks. haha, suddenly it feels like i'm leaving for good or sumthing. preview of the year to come perhaps? haha.
last few days been such a rush. everyday theres always something to do and because of that i'm hardly at home. the fact that i suffer from insomnia also didnt help much. argh. over the course of 5 days. i barely had any sleep, i worked harder than most atheletes do, not to mention eat like an african refugee. i'm getting thinner by the day and it aint a pretty sight. aiee..
i mentioned earlier that i was gonna head on down to the gym. well i did that on wednesday, which suddenly turned out to be a more tiring day than i expected. my friend takes sports science, majoring to be sumwhat a gym instructor. so he pretty much told me what to do on the first day. he said that since its been ages since i actually worked out, i should start with cardiovascular workouts or in easier terms, jogging or cycling. cardio is actually just to lose the water inside of your body. if ur too arsed to do all the running and stuff, going into the sauna does pretty much the same shit.
so as i was saying, i jogged for 15 minutes on the treadmill then hopped on over onto the cycling shit for another 15 minutes of cycling. aint actually tough but hey, it really does make ya sweat ya know. jogging and cycling? pfft. easy stuff for a person who plays futsal twice a week. then came the abs training. for a person who hasnt done sit-ups for like ages. suddenly forced to do 4 sets is hell. i felt like a pregnant women trying to force the baby out. thehe. as further training continued, my friend told me that i had alot of undeveloped muscle.
undeveloped muscle?
wtf? well in other terms he said, it meant i got flabs. pfft. bugger. for a second i thought me meant that if i worked out, i'd look like vin diesel in no time. bleh.
i rushed back from the gym to head on down to the work shop. my friends gti broke down the previous day and the car was registered under my name at the workshop. then after that i rushed to play some 'kiddie' futsal.
i came back burnt, fatigued and in need of rest. i didnt ate a thing before i headded to the gym and i still havent eaten when i reached home. thus i chomped down on dinner. which was a bad mistake as suddenly i received a call from my cousin. saying that i'll be playing futsal with them again later that night. this time for 2 hours. holifucken shit.
by the time the worker asked us to stop playing i was already thanking god for my legs. went back home after that. couldnt sleep. great. never ever gonna do that again. nevahh evahhh!
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next day i was suppose to do the same thing also, but when i woke up my whole body was sore. it felt like i just had sex with a elephant. my body was so heavy, but i forced myself up. reached the gym later than the previous day but my instructor hasnt reach there yet. thus after long consideration, my friend and i decided not to work out that day and just enjoy the heat of sauna.
quite an experience actually. the first and last time i did sauna was like 3 years ago. we just splashed water at the time, now we were doing it fo real. at first it was hilarious as each time we peeped the sauna it reminded us of pornography. ya know those porn movies where they fucked inside the sauna. well after 30 minutes of doing sauna, if ya guys can actually fuck inside the sauna room when its fucking hot. then u guys are the champion. bloody fucken hell it was so damn hot inside.
make things extra cheeky. i entered the sauna wearin only briefs, my friend wore tights. so there u see, two males inside a sauna. under the soft lighting, we looked like porn stars. gahha. our very professional gym instructor took pictures of us during the sauna and made it as the caller ID. so now everytime i call, the whole world can see a half naked me with only a small towel and briefs. brilliant ey? wtf.
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as i'd say everytime i go to zouk on thursday nights. ghetto heaven is crap, but sounding like a real hypocrit. yesterday i went there again, thus meaning that i've went for ghetto heaven twice in a row. this week was much better compared to the last, though it was still packed. filled with high school kids i say. pfft. fuckers go tuition la, the fuck u guys doing in zouk. heh.
anyways. this time i guess it was all good. i dont dance to hiphop to be frank, but this time i did. well kinda forced myself. thehe. biggest phattest hiphop moment. *blushes* haha.
i went to the dance floor at the last hour to look for my friends when suddenly i noticed the uber smooth podium dancers. mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. dance baby dance baby. =p ahha. well there was one girl who danced really hot. absolute turnon and stuff. i tried looking for her when it was over, but to no avail. she left quick, bloody bitch!
went for an afterparty drink at bestari hartamas. thank my lucky stars, she was there also. but she wasnt hot when u come up close. i was talking about her to my cousin when suddenly a friend of mine suddenly asked;
friend: why? u wanna get to know her?
stupid cousin: yes yes yes. this dude's been dying to meet with her.
me: *feeling really stupid at this point* er no. wei fuck. please dont wei!
friend: eeyyy miraaaa! come here for a sec!
*mira joins table, friend urges her to sit next to me. suffieaee blushes n feels like a big dumbass*
friend: hey my friend here wants to know u.
mira: oh really, hie. names mira.
me: er no actually.. ermm. nvm.. names suffian
friend: yea, he said he's been eyeing u for a while when u were on the podium. he's the one who brought all of us in. he opened 2 bottles just now.
*suffieaee cursing under his breath. fuck if i actually drank i'd oblige. but i dont goddam drink! the lies. uuu bastaaaatt o friends !*
mira: ohh, yea i noticed him looking at me.
me: *stares at blank space* why god whyy..
*at heart, well any girl who wears a bra and covers it with just a cloth is definetly getting my attention. beeyoootch*
*mira leaves table*
friend: gotta tell ya sumthing first eh, like she's actually just form 4 and she only digs cocks with cash.
me: *smack forehead* form 4 kaaa? racks like those.. ammmaaaa can go crazy laa~! cocks with cash ya say? not me then, oh welll.
stupid cousin: *laughing sinisterly*
bloody bastats. thats what i call a set up man. friggin ambush goddamn!
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i finally had some shut eye at 7.30am this morning. only to be awoken up again at 10am.
mark: ey we watching mr & mrs smith at 11am. got ur tickets already. wake up.
me: mmmfuck mmmtimee iss mmit.. mmkaayy..
so i watched a god damn movie at 11am. i feel so alive at that point with less than 4 hours of sleep. i definetly looked better than brad pitt in any angle. pfft.
yada yada yada. good show. too lazy to type anymore.
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currently unsure of j. its either on or off. hope to settle it by tonight. cross ur fingers.
