b.i.t.c.h. maximum!

omg!!! i tell you, some women can be a real bitch!!! i just don't get it...why can't they talk like decent creatures...why do they have to yell and rant?


i'm so near at shoving the freaking phone down this bitch's throat!!!

ahimsa, ahimsa, ahimsa.....

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

i'm addicted...to porn!

everyone have some form of addiction in life...i've somehow picked up an addiction of porn. how ah? how ah? ok or not?


i enjoy looking at men fuck each other...the point when they reached their climax...damn!!! sibeh shiok ok. of course you know what happens after watching porn...needless to say.


what addiction do you have?

to choose or not to choose...a closure

earlier in the month i wrote about some career opportunities that was presented to me...i've reached my decision...status quo for now.

earth hour

in commemoration of this year's earth hour...i made it known to the practitioners that it would be a lights out class.

it was two great sessions...i conducted the classes in pure calamity...no music, no lights...just poses and breathing. little does one know that amidst all the noises we get from our daily lives...at times, just shutting down a certain sense can bring a lot of peace and focus on oneself. the silence can sometimes be deafening as we focus on our breathing and eventually the heartbeat in itself reminds us all how precious we are.

goodness me...a physical attributed class somehow took a different dimension today and it felt emotional to be in touch with the innerself. i think i gotta do more of such classes.

lights out y'all!!!

electricity is not free...

biatch : excuse me (loudly and nearly bang into my phone that is being charged close to ground).

me : please be careful, there's a phone being charged.

biatch : why are you charging your phone here? this is not right...electricity is not free you know..it's not fair...

me : my phone is dead, i'm just charging for a while.

biatch : you are such a disgrace to the chinese race...

me : do i care?...i don't care...mind your own business lar aunty...

biatch : (continue to mumble...)

me : (unplugged my phone and walked away to a different port...mumbling myself too...)

that was what happened this afternoon at uniqlo. was accompanying my boy to get some socks and undies...only to realised that my phone had completely died on me. so, decided to plug into a socket and get some juice flowing...was hoping to get at least a good 10% charge.

then this short cropped hair aunty (i think she purposely walked in front of me) came buzzing her busy little bootie and exchanged the above crappy conversation.

i guess the questions are...can i or can i not charge my phone at a shop? indeed, she's got a point...electricity is not free...but in times of need, would it be acceptable to 'steal' some power to boost up the device? i was hoping to get enough juice so that i can check into foursquare to earn some badges...hehehe.

also, was she trying to mock the chinese race or is she just being a nasty racist...by the way, you biatch, if you're ever reading this (of course you won't be)...i'm not chinese ok...i'm malaysian!!! 

nonetheless, truly...is there anything else free around here now? would you 'steal' electricity if any of your devices are flat?

to choose or not to choose

i guess i've been fortunate enough to be presented with numerous portfolios...then again, like the saying goes, too many cooks spoils the soup...i think there's too many soups now and only one cook.

job opportunity comes and very good job opportunity comes...which one do one chooses?

questions such as what you see in your career path? what do you aspire in 3-4 years down the line...what do you want to achieve? damn...brain cracking questions to think about. how the hell would i know what my career path is...if i did, i wouldn't be working right now no? 3-4 years down the line? heck...i don't even know what's gonna happen to me 3-4 hours later...too far to think about. achievement? i always thought achievement is an on going process...it's like work in progress...never knew one can just stand up and say i've achieved it.

i'm really a person who take things as they come...i don't look too far ahead as i have no control over what's in store for me for the future. but one thing i know for sure, i can always take control of my current situation...i guess right now...status quo would be my best choice for achievement.