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Monday, October 30, 2006 finally! 11:04 AM i've been feeling blobby and flabby and wobbly (omfg my ARMS wobble. i no longer have skinny arms.) and it was really time to get off my butt and get some exercise. didn't feel like running, and wanted a tan (oh shuttup already!). sky looked grey but there was some sun: notenough can! i hardly changed colour (you can stop snickering now you racist bastards). but of course, as usual, the sun shone on full intensity the second i got OUT of the pool. damn my anuja luck. but shall not complain - at least no rain. =) butbut but. after swimming, i don't FEEL any thinner. i don't even LOOK thinner. i guess i shouldn't expect results so fast huh. or maybe i shouldn't expect any results at all. i should accept that i am an indian woman! and that flabbiness is our fate! *wail!* was whining to ashley and jinling about the newfound flabbiness - it's actually quite traumatising - and they both say that first i should stop mooching off other people's food. hmmm. good point. shall think about it. oh and after today, i have decided that the meanest people in the world are: a) mothers in law (i'm just saying: my mum says so) b) swimming coaches. the swimming coach at clementi was fucking mean to his students la! wanted to punch him. he was so demoralising i tell you. like that how do you expect the kids to want to continue to train? i don't get it. it reminded me of my pri sch days when my parents forced me to go for swimming lessons and my coach was a this big chunk of beef and he made me swim and swim and swim. he gave up yelling at me, he got so exasperated that i spent most of my time hanging on to the side of the pool gasping for breath and procrastinating the next lap i had to do. ANDand on top of that i had to contend with swimming with a bunch of skinny manjans who were fast and could blow air into their pyjamas faster than i could. BAH. damn you swimming coaches of the world. you think life is easy when your standing all dry at the rim of the pool when the rest of us KIDS are splattering around in the water. hmm. think i shall make this a weekly ritual. clementi swimming complex isn't that far away, and it's cheap thrill for me to buy the 50 cent child ticket hahaha. ya la src free la, but i refuse to be exhibitionist in NUS. i rather that in front of considerably older random people. swimming once a week, and jogging twice? you think that'll reduce the love handles and double chin? *grumbles* 0 comments |