woes of a fat one

it just dawned on me that all that money spent on a gym membership didn't do me much good for the past year! I have NOT attained a slim svelt figure ; i have become less fit, as evidenced by my lack of stamina on the floorball court last last sunday. 2 sprints up and down the court n i was totally out of breath! The blood was throbbing in my brain so much my head felt like it was going to explode. Shame on me. Looks like the beginning of AUNTI-ISM!! Noooo!!!

So it got me to thinking about the value of a gym membership. Issit part and parcel of an executive lifestyle to upz the glam factor and hide the fact that we are all actually extremely unhealthy sedentary animals? Or do people really get fitter from intensive gym workouts? Or, is it a place for boys to meet more boys of their kind and spend many happy weekends grunting away on the weights machines?

Beats me. But cali isn't such a nice place after my favourite hip hop teacher disappeared and the washroom floors are always covered with hair u'd think they carpeted it.

Gosh I miss those days in hall when working out was just icq-ing your blockmate to meet in ten minutes below your block to jog around the compounds of ntu where the hills and lush tropical greenery never fail to refresh the mind and challenge your stamina. I miss that bird-dun-lay-egg place (for want of a better translation!).