Random Thought Bubbles

The treadmill is a very good invention. One can run for miles without moving from that one spot, the contraption sits well in a room (maybe even an air-conditioned one) free from annoying bugs or more importantly mosquitoes (I hate mosquitoes. They seem to love me), free from people in your way (I don't like running around to get past), free from uneven surfaces (I happen to not like running on uneven surfaces) and free from doggy/cat/any kind of crap (eeps!) =P Gosh I sound so oidee-toidee uppity. Ah, the comforts of modern living.

So I'm running again... and it's exhilarating.

As long as I've jumped into my car with my trusty gym bag (which isn't really a gym bag... more like a go kai kai bag... it's just big enough to hold everything) I've beaten the bum monster back into its cave for another day. That and the fact that going to gym ain't free no more I'd like to fully utilize my membership.

Thud--thud--thud goes my trainers on the treadmill while my heart threatens to beat out of its cage like a little red bird almost freed. (I've never had good stamina... and probably never will... I ran everday for a month the last time I was at gym and never got anywhere, figuratively speaking =) even with all the pushing myself =P) Breathe evenly, you can do it. So goes a voice in my head. Don't stop, don't stop. If you stop, you'll stop the next time and the next and where will that get you?

Don't stop. Breathe in... Breathe out... annnddd Repeat...

First 10mins passes and I already wanna stop (yes, I know... so fast wanna stop already ah? hhaha... told you already what... I'm not a runner) and again I tell myself, don't give up! Don't you like it when you finish it all? HMMM? And I keep repeating these few sentences like a mantra against surrender, all the while wondering why I like to punish myself like this.

12 mins - ok ok... that's 7mins plus to go (it appears that when I do that I kinda 'trick' myself into thinking it's gonna end sooner than it is) you're not that tired really. Just lazy...

15 mins - eh, 5 more mins (for some reason I feel 5 mins is a short period of time) and I'll start to psycho myself again... ok ok, easy peasy 5 mins go! go! go! =P And I will be at peace with the world at the point where 20mins is up and I've run it all without stopping. It never fails to give me some sense of accomplishment although it's nothing much really. I like gym =) It makes me happy.

In other news, Mr. Gym Owner, I found out recently, is a member of Fahrenheit. Haha! I put a picture of him on my blog a year ago. I saw an article on him in the newspaper saying he's 'made Brunei proud' because he's gone and become known in Taiwan and that the group he's in is performing in Hong Kong... I suppose his girly boy looks do do the trick and I also think he's the best looking of the four member Fahrenheit. And he's also in the drama series Tokyo Juliet. Racine says it's bodoh. I agree =P So there you go, a famous Bruneian. Just for the heck of it, here's a picture.

YEESH! Blogger hasn't been adding pictures when it says it has for a while now. That is highly infuriating. I had to photobucket this photo... not like it's important in the first place but I suppose if anyone doesn't want to be irritated by blogger then USE PHOTOBUCKET! hehe =)

His name is now Wu Zhun from Goh Kiat Chun. So funny... I assume it's to cater to him being in a Taiwanese boyband. I think he used this picture for the gym business licence. It's hanging above the counter and I can see it's a studio photo... mengada betul! Haha! Passport photo also must use picture like this... =P Blea!

For the past week I've been religiously going to the gym and running my twenty minutes on the treadmill and hopefully still have the wind to jump on the cross-trainer and stride another twenty minutes out. However nowadays I've kinda lost my reasons to run because the last time I was such a gym freak I'd run out my frustrations, pump iron and go to every class I could/wanted to take until it was time to go hit the shower, go home, eat dinner, maybe blog and then fall completely exhausted into bed. Now, I'm generally in a good mood so running's kinda lost it's cause. And I find that I like running to Anything but Ordinary by Avril Lavigne (but I'm no Avril fan at all, it just feels good for some strange reason. It's the only song from her that I listen to anyway).

So aside from doing the routine of pumping iron on alternate days, step/pilates classes and running/cardio work everyday, I haven't been doing anything. Nope, nothing at all. I keep complaining about this don't I? Haha =P It's all been bicep curls, lateral pull, tricep and leg press, abdominal crunches, step-ups, hip raise, la di da... it's heavenly though. I love the rush of endorphin every single day. Hello my name is Marilyn, and I'm a gym and endorphin junkie... hee hee...

I am now at Coffee Bean after a gym session. My best friend is studying for her exam and I'm on the comp. It's a trend in Brunei to whip out your laptop at any blink zone in a cafe with a drink and type your afternoon/evening/night away instead of talking/catching up/kecohing. Honestly I don't understand the logic in that. When you go out with your friends it's supposed to be a kecohing session right? Automatic understanding no? Well, the cafes are usually quiet because of this exact reason. People are sitting around using the free wireless connection and chatting to other people (who may only be a few cafes away or at home in Brunei somewhere... sigh... the silliness of it all). I would understand if it's to do your work and you feel like doing it somewhere but this is getting to be borderline ridiculous.

Silliness aside, I accidentally joined the advance Step class. This is more or less an aerobics class but it's just lots of stepping here and there and on top of the Reebok step block thingy. It was so fast and the instructor just kept going, I was lost. Haha! I pride myself with being able to pick up dance steps really quickly but this was so fast-paced I stopped several times to scratch my head and laugh at myself becaue I couldn't keep up. I sweated buckets though... (well, my buckets isn't really buckets but I was drenched from just trying to make as if I was keeping up). Crazy!! The rest of the class obviously were regulars and I was the nubcaek. Good thing I don't feel embarrassed being completely lost in a exercise classes. I'm definitely going again! It was alot like dancing around the step block. Not very canggih steps but the instructor stops for no one and she doesn't complete all the steps. Just calls out the steps, "Horseshoe! Step over! L step! Reverse horseshoe! Knee! Around the world! Back to the V! Step left! Cha Cha Cha! Bounce! Jumping Jack! And REPEAT!" (like what?! Haha!) Loved it though. Superb cardio workout.

I guess that's about all I'll be doing till I go back to KL again on the 2nd of Jan with my brother. I'll be flying from KL to Auckland with the rest of them who are going to Auckland too... most likely on the 28th unless we can get an earlier flight. I shall hope to reduce the 27.2% of me that's fat to 20% like the last time I was going to gym oh so regularly. Even though running does give me alot of time to think but so far I think I've been dry creatively. Rather not blog when I've got nothing interesting to say or no interesting pictures either. Hehe! Gosh I miss KL and all the people there and my brother =)

Oh I forgot to mention, Kah Heng shaved his head and posted pictures of the event on the Kecoh Ppl blog... OMG! Haha. Hope your new beginning works out Kah Heng... =)

I'm back in Brunei if anyone wants to know! =P I've been back since the 6th of November and that makes a week at home. As always nothing else has changed and I'm back to being a bum and an even worse one at that because I haven't even bothered to blog since I've been back... haha. That is strange. Last time I was back my blog kept growing more links. Anyway,

Latest adventure is helping my best friend in her English Lit assignment thingy. I'm reading up on Sylvia Plath's poem 'Daddy'. Ling Tze only called me up Sunday after I told her I was back Monday to tell me she has this assignment that's due this Thursday *eeps!* and it was supposed to be one of those term long poetry reading journals. Now it has to be done in a week. Haha... ah well. 13 weeks worth of an assignment squashed up into a few days worth... I'm looking forward to using my obviously rusty poetry analyzing skills. Aside from that, I've basically been quite idle... and I've only started reading up on 'Daddy' =P

Picture time! Well these are pilfered off Racine so everyone probably has seen them too. But I don't care! Hehe! Cleo 11th Birthday Bash at Zouk. The bunch of us went and I got a free bag for being best dressed! Then again being best dressed at that event wasn't much. The rest of the crowd didn't look very appealing either. I looked super disco compared to a whole lot of them. Blea... it was as if no one bothered to stick to the theme. The good thing was I only spent RM8.90 for my loopy earrings to be 'disco'... konon. Haha!

And since Blogger has again decided I have added enough pictures because it's stopped adding pictures for me I will stop here. I shall blog my free bag on the kecoh site. haha! =)