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You'd learn something new everyday:
You are more likely to get the flu from touching a door knob than a kiss from your boyfriend. Sudden inspirations or cravings:
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I am damn tired now. No, I did not go to work today. Instead, I was sadistic enough to try to make myself exercise. I was out of my mind.
It all started with that fateful increase in a certain balance reading, which convinced me that certain fat molecules in my body are enjoying an exponential increase in companionship. Damn. For that past week that I was working, I told myself that I had already worked all day, no need to push myself too hard. Alas, apparently, eating the food from the canteen effectively cancelled out all the work I did walking to the classrooms, screaming at the kids and erm..holding the markers. So, today, I decided that for the benefit of my health and future romances, I had better embark on a little exercise regime. Now, to hell with that health and guys. I should never mistreat my body like this anymore. I do not want to go into the details of how my body collapsed just looking at the skipping rope and how my panting was not in rhythm with the music playing in my room. All I can say is I should have known: I've never liked exercising. For one, I just know how hideous I look panting like that. My hair is in a mess, I turn all red and sweaty, my cellulite bounces and my mouth opens into a scowl. In other words, this is not exactly a glamourous moment for me. A second reason is that I have to bathe after I exercise. But I want to bathe whenever I want!!!! OK, this sounds damn weird, but I insist on my rights in deciding when to bathe. This is especially important after a gruelling exercise regime, when I lie on my back after doing a certain pathetic number of situps. That is the time when I wish I can just take a nap. But I HAD to bathe! Imagine my internal emotional battling... So that concludes it. Exercising is a sin. Especially for people like me who NEED to exercise. Damn it. Somebody ban it! |
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