Best Quote Eva!

I was telling this guy friend that I would want to have many "bois bois" for my birthday wish this year when he said this,

"u know.. women are like locks and men are like keys..
if a lock can be opened by many keys, it's a shitty lock!
but if a key can open a lot of locks.. it is a master key!


so one at a time ok?"

HAHAHAHAAHAA!!

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Forked Road

I am standing in front of a forked road. Should I go left or right?

On my left, it is a prestigious scholarship. Status, one more year of being a student, better prospects, etc, are attached to it. So does the extension of one more year of bond, no income for another year, studying alone in a competitive environment, lowering my chances of meeting someone, etc.

On my right, it is a job in my junior college. I have always wanted to go back. No classroom management issues, interesting subject, intelligent and responsive audience, etc. Hey, I may even reopen my ODAC club if I have the chance. However, I will have to meet my nemesis. Two of them, in fact. And I don't know if I can speak fluently and well enough to handle my job.

Which should I choose? *Troubled*

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Taking Action!

It's the family's annual trip to our "weight consultants'" place tomorrow. Every year, it's "Oh (insert a frown here), you gain weight huh?" or "You look (insert a half frown here) the same". Come to think of it, I don't think I have ever heard, "You have lost weight!"

And then, out rolls nutritional guides, exercise regimes, achievements in sports, etc. Oh ya, throw in some occasional snide jokes about our weight and you will get the whole picture. I am so not looking forward to it.

Speaking about weight, I have signed a one year package with Contours Express! I really enjoyed working out there. The circuit training suits me better than slogging 45 mins on the exercise bike. Besides, paying a fee a month is a motivational factor.

But as always, exercising is tiring, especially when some of the equipments place me in some very awkward and embarrassing situations.

One of such equipments is called the twisting disc.

Basically, you step on it, go into the half squat position and swing from side to side with your arms swinging in the opposite direction. The moment I step on the disc, I feel 40 years older. I am instantly "auntified". My eyes will naturally avert the rest of the people and the huge mirror at the side and I wish fervently that all eyes are averted from me too. The announcement "change station" never appear too early.


And then, there is the leg press machine.


On my first visit, I wore FBT shorts, which is suitable for jogging but totally inappropriate for working in a gym. To correctly manipulate the leg press machine, one has to position herself in the same position she will be in while in labour. Wearing the loose FBT shorts means exposing your..., you know where I mean, to the other women in the gym. It is a totally "sexy" machine. The instructions given are good material to be used in adult-themed movies. "Open your legs wider", "lift higher", "push", well, you get my drift. Totally awkward.

And finally, the triceps training machine.

Nothing much except that I have seemingly weak arms that shake horribly while working this machine. And it seems that the instructors like to chat with me at this station. So, it turns out that my voice likes to be in sync with arms. Great.

I am going to stick to my new exercise regime though! I am a whiner but not a quitter. The "weight consultants" will be so proud of me. Maybe I will get to hear the elusive "You lost weight!" next year.

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