i'm a professional fitness instructor

being a fitness instructor has its up and down times...if you are good looking or pretty, you can be passed off like a celebrity icon with members jam packing the class you teach, that's one of the many up times...and down times are when you just come into one of the session fully witnessing the unprofessional side of some fitness instructor.

i was the 'lucky' one to have witness one today. the mic unfortunately was not working during this fitness instructor's class...so the instructor went to the front desk to check for replacement. alas...there was none. the instructor stormed back into the class and announced to the whole class that there wasn't any replacement mic and started throwing tantrums by showing a fucked up face, throwing mic belts on the floor and making it known to members that it was a challenging class and if anyone thinks he or she can't make it through half way, please leave the class immediately. this is ridiculous...

the other thing was, instructors are taught to be empathetic towards first timers...this instructor commanded attention and insisted that the first timer kept a constant watch at the instructor's every move...it was hostile...i felt like a firing target...a moving firing target waiting for the instructor to verbally shoot me if i was the first timer.

anyway, cutting the story short...i'm grateful i'm not such an instructor. no matter how bad the situation is...i will never ever lash out at my 'clients'. i guess this distinct characteristic differentiate us, the creme de la creme from the mediocre ones...yes, you...the fitness instructor who showed us all your 'cibai' face...please be a tiny wee bit more professional next time.

direction of stiring your milo and sexual orientation

it is a morning ritual...it's like waking up and brushing your teeth (i know some of you who don't...gross), or even going to the loo and wiping out after that (i still know some of you who don't...).

i would get into office and turn on the machine... as the machine gets booted, i'd take my sacrificial cup and dunk in heaps and heaps of milo (yes, abo, you can be the testament to my addiction) in preparation for the ritual...hot water (boiling preferred) held up about a feet above the cup and slowly poured into the cup...as the powder dissolves in a unanimous marriage, the aroma starts to fill the air of the pantry with yummy thick milo (feels like an orgasm just thinking about it...but no, my sexual life is perfectly fine...i see abo's eyes rolling). then.....in goes the spoon and the ritual of solidifying the marriage through 38 perfect circular motion....ahhhhhhhhhh (perfect satisfaction).

it then struck me...i'm stirring my drink in an anti clockwise direction...38 (sometimes less when i'm in a hurry)...since we're all not straight...is there a correlation to stirring your morning cuppa in the direction where the clock turns (or as the society understands it)...so, do we all non-straight subjects (gay of course) all stir in an anti clockwise manner?

conclusion? i stir anti clockwise...easier for my wrist...don't wanna walk out of the pantry with a broken wrist now do i? get it? broken wrist? hahahaha (ok...not that funny after all...) :P