Who the heck are you kidding, Kimmie... you can't train at night.
Yea it's really fun to be FINALLY coming at a time where all my friends are training at the same time and we're like one big happy family again... :D but training at night is screwing my meals. Had a late dinner today cos dad was up to something... didn't help either that mom bought durian and kept nagging me to eat more just 30mins before gymtime... I felt like a lard barrel and immensely lousy after with my system acting up after only 8mins of cardio. Urrrrgh excuse me while I go hurl in the bathroom...
Then I get infernally hungry after working out and start rummaging for food despite having a most ungodly dinner just an hour or two ago...
CARDIO AND CAFFEINE TOMMOROW MORNING BITCH!
And where the hell are my training gloves.... PLEASE LAH who wants to steal my old ratty training gloves.... I have a sorta infection on my palm now from the friction wound I got there from back day and I have to borrow someone else's stinky gloves instead of using my own stinky gloves. My Goddddd pleaaaaaase turn up somewhere.......
Oh yeah. I think Man and I are probably not gonna work out.
I just CAN'T see myself training with him for long. He spots too much. Chats too much. Especially when all I wanna do is listen to my iPod and I'm all woozy and cranky from a particularly heavy set... Even more so when all I felt today was wanting to puke. Can't work with him as smoothly as I could with Rosli... tho I've decided to stop training with Rosli for awhile due to personal reasons... Man's a great guy really we're good friends and stuff but training with him was just... not gonna work.
Oh my God why does this sounds like a bloody breakup....??? Ick...
I found out that some people at the gym actually think Ernie's my HUSBAND. *stunned expression* Speaking of which...
*sigh* I still miss my boy. I miss his voice, his laugh, his warmth.
Him keeping my toes warm at night.
That special way he always makes me smile.
His big bicep that doubles as my pillow. :P
The way he holds my hand and puts it against his face.
The stupid things he says that have me in fits of maniacal laughter.
The way he complains how hot he always is... but ends up burrowing into the blankets cos he wants to hold me close.
His annoying, deliberate clueless expressions that piss me off yet make me laugh so badly.
His presence itself... just knowing he's there somewhere in the house. Lol.
The sense of security, knowing I can be myself without fear and inhibition.
His smile that makes me go "Wow. This man belongs to me. For real."
*bigger sigh* I'm counting down the days till I see you again sayang... xoxo
Yea it's really fun to be FINALLY coming at a time where all my friends are training at the same time and we're like one big happy family again... :D but training at night is screwing my meals. Had a late dinner today cos dad was up to something... didn't help either that mom bought durian and kept nagging me to eat more just 30mins before gymtime... I felt like a lard barrel and immensely lousy after with my system acting up after only 8mins of cardio. Urrrrgh excuse me while I go hurl in the bathroom...
Then I get infernally hungry after working out and start rummaging for food despite having a most ungodly dinner just an hour or two ago...
CARDIO AND CAFFEINE TOMMOROW MORNING BITCH!
And where the hell are my training gloves.... PLEASE LAH who wants to steal my old ratty training gloves.... I have a sorta infection on my palm now from the friction wound I got there from back day and I have to borrow someone else's stinky gloves instead of using my own stinky gloves. My Goddddd pleaaaaaase turn up somewhere.......
Oh yeah. I think Man and I are probably not gonna work out.
I just CAN'T see myself training with him for long. He spots too much. Chats too much. Especially when all I wanna do is listen to my iPod and I'm all woozy and cranky from a particularly heavy set... Even more so when all I felt today was wanting to puke. Can't work with him as smoothly as I could with Rosli... tho I've decided to stop training with Rosli for awhile due to personal reasons... Man's a great guy really we're good friends and stuff but training with him was just... not gonna work.
Oh my God why does this sounds like a bloody breakup....??? Ick...
I found out that some people at the gym actually think Ernie's my HUSBAND. *stunned expression* Speaking of which...
*sigh* I still miss my boy. I miss his voice, his laugh, his warmth.
Him keeping my toes warm at night.
That special way he always makes me smile.
His big bicep that doubles as my pillow. :P
The way he holds my hand and puts it against his face.
The stupid things he says that have me in fits of maniacal laughter.
The way he complains how hot he always is... but ends up burrowing into the blankets cos he wants to hold me close.
His annoying, deliberate clueless expressions that piss me off yet make me laugh so badly.
His presence itself... just knowing he's there somewhere in the house. Lol.
The sense of security, knowing I can be myself without fear and inhibition.
His smile that makes me go "Wow. This man belongs to me. For real."
*bigger sigh* I'm counting down the days till I see you again sayang... xoxo
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