sulk sulk groan groan
i know this will surely come as a shock (or a joke) to some of you but...
I AM GOING TO THE FUCKING GYM TOMORROW.
and yes, and that would be my virgin visit.
i feel so sluggish nowadays, and i attribute it to the acute lack of exercise and the fact that i am so gu-niang that i grumble whenever i start to perspire. ( i have this vision of bacteria festering in the millions thriving on my nutrient-rich perspiration on my skin whenever i sweat )
BUT THAT, ladies and gentlemen, will change.
i believe the last time i actually attempted to exercise/sweat my guts out was a good one or two years ago, for a run around the neighbourhood. yeah, lasting all of ten minutes and already i was grunting like a wet pig.
to kickstart my fitness regime for a healthier perkier fiona, i decided to reward myself with an incentive.
a pair of alexander mcqueen for pumas!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
yaya i know all ye hardcore fashionistas will cringe/want to clobber me for putting such delicate wondrous objects to such use other than the purpose of viewing it from a glass case. well, i've never fancied mcqueen's flamboyant couture much, if that makes you feel better. heh heh.
okay lah, wait till i i find it in my size then say lor. was browsing through nike women just now and realised to my disappointment (*air of resignation*) that i could only fit into kiddy sizes. mind you, i wouldn't mind wearing kiddy sizes if not for the fact that mot of the designs comes in bubble pink with velcro straps...
..and yellow daisies. bah humbug.
i just read through this post and to my disdain i sound like a whiney bimbo with fluff for brains.
that i am, darlings. that i am. =)
the sedentary creature
**update at 12.03am
3/4 bottle of chilled dessert wine = WOOHOO
on my way to "a bit the high ah"