Winning a bet

Now Playing : "Apologize" - One Republic

...or at least trying to.

I'm flat out broke this month. Infact, I reckon I'm going to be quite broke for the next 10 years or so. Why you ask? Well, I've decided, after much hesitation, that I will buy myself a new car. Not exactly a milestone in life achievements that I had hoped to experience this soon but it came more of a necessity for safety's sake.

But oh my! I have digressed so! My bet--mwuahaha--is between my mother and I. She thinks that I won't be able to drag my lazy ass out of bed to go to gym at 6:30am (which is quickly approaching in less than 4 hours) and she's quite right. Countless times have I planned to get up early to go to the gym but each and every time I have failed. After a heavy dinner tonight, I figured that a gym call is necessary but the only time I have for it tomorrow is before 9am. 

She has bet RM10 that I would end up sleeping through it.

And as I have mentioned, I am flat out broke...

Oops, Happy Birthday pops!! (hopefully you'll find use in the enormous mug I gave you...)

Post BSB symptoms

Now Playing : "That's All Changed Forever" - Embrace

I'm still giddy as heck from the aweeeesome Backstreet Boys concert two days ago. Not only do I have memories, pictures and videos to remind me about the best concert ever, my throat has become quite sore from all the screaming and off key singing that I did while at the concert. At least I still have my voice ;) to sing along the neverending looping BSB playlist in my car. Aside from that, my calves hurt like crap from the non-stop jumping, hopping and dancing that my body did involuntarily at the concert. Had to postpone a PT session today because I would simply die in agony if I were to force myself to hop on any machine at the gym. 

Seeing Nick Carter in person has also ignited my passion for writing (ahem! I'm not telling you why!) , which I have not done in over three years because of one very good reason ;). What a time to rekindle my love for writing, since I have until Monday to finish a 6000 research paper that I've been putting off for much too long. Still got another 4000 words to go, bleh! 

But yes, once my paper is written and other assignments tackled, I'm jumping right back into writing!

That's all for now, back to depending on adrenaline rush to finish a paper. :(

Huffin' and Puffin'

Now Playing : "Carmen" - Bizet

Exercise is addictive.

I've always known that, because I've read about it and living with gym junkies, I've seen it first hand.

But what I never imagined it would be happening to me.

You see, I had just set my alarm to 8am for my deliciously class-free Tuesday tomorrow in hopes when it rings in the morning I won't be too lazy or sleepy or both to get my ass to the gym. To do what? The treadmill. Oy. How's this again? I hate the treadmill! But then again, that was before I tried out the elliptical and found out I hated that more than I do with the treadmill. Heh.

But back to what I was going to say. This is highly unusual because a) calling me a morning person is like saying the Chinese invented the fortune cookie and b) who in their right mind sacrifices sleep throughout the morning on days you don't have classes?? 

But here I am, planning to go to gym to specifically jump on the treadmill and possibly ending up reminding myself why I hate treadmills.

Another proof that exercise is addictive; I WAS JUST AT THE GYM TODAY FOR THREE FUH-REAKING HOURS. It doesn't make any sense. I'm tired as heck and my body is screaming "no more!! no more!!", besides the numerous other reasons not to go burn another gazillion calories so soon like no more patrol lah, it's too early in the morning lah, I hate the treadmill lah, nobody's going to go with me lah, etc etc.

Also another uncool reason is that I haven't gotten a sports bra for myself. Did an aerobics-disguised-as-dancing-class today and while I was veeery, uncoordinatedly, trying to follow the insanely fast dance steps, my boobs were doing their own dance. 

*Boingboingboingboingboingboingboing!!* 

Aiseh. I swear all the men in the class were gawking at chest level. Not cool. Plus, my face may be a little offended. And I usually charge.

Eh hello, I'm not that ham sap ok!

Digressing seems to become a habit now. And it's raining. There hasn't been rain for many days....

Oh well...if I do end up sweating it up on a treadmill tomorrow, at least I'll be able to wear that sweet new dress sooner without having to squeeze into a pair of tights and into some fugly sweater to cover them large arms. Ish.

Achin' and hurtin' from gymmin'

Now Playing : "Piano Concerto No.9" - W.A Mozart

Well folks, the title says it all. My body is sore but I'm told I'll have to do more.

OMG. That totally rhymed! XD

Today was my first gym workout in 6 years. Needless to say that absence totally took a toll on my body and now I am aching and hurting all over, especially my legs! I can barely climb down from bed or the stairs and when I walk I swear my shaky and wiggly legs would probably make people think that I'm purposely walking to make my butt wiggle :|

Tomorrow morning, I'll have to go again--this time with June and Fred. Well, that is, I plan to go if my body isn't still screaming NO NO NO!!! Taking the gym classes are OK, but what I enjoy the most is going on the weight machines. Oooh, I could do them for a long time and actually enjoy it!

I'm really tired, but I won't be sleeping yet because I'm too hyped up and now I want to go make a workout playlist for my iPod. God, are these signs of becoming a gym junkie?