Suck It Up Like A Man

I walked into the room, nervously. Not sure if I could handle it. But I told myself everything's gonna be alright. "Come on, this is not my the time.", I told myself.

I pushed the door open. Everyone was looking at me. They were there earlier. Waiting for someone or something. Obviously my sudden entrance caught their attention. They were staring at me, as if I'm an alien from Mars. For awhile, I felt totally uncomfortable. I took a deep breath, ignoring the stares, and scanning the whole room to look for a spot for me. Getting all the tools I needed, I found an empty space and waited. Oh, the aircond did not cool down the heat they released. Some of them were sweaty, others are looking forward to be sweaty. I am still being watched and examined. "Be confident! You can do it!", I motivated myself.

Eventually they looked away, as though they have had enough of me, and started looking for the next prey. Suddenly I've become one of them. Someone entered the room, and we looked, we examined, we stopped, and waited for the next 'victim'. Until the instructor finally came in, started the music and we were all sent to hell, and suffer!

"Not too light for this workout! Put more weight!!", yelled the hunky man on the stage. And all of us were so obedient we did what we were told. Surely, we were all willingly to be the slave.

"Stay with me! Stay with me! Yeah! You know you want it!", screamed the hunky instructor with music blasting so loud in the room. Sweat dripping down from my head, to my face, to my neck, to my body. Somehow, all of us endured the pain, feeling the muscle harden and harden. Occasionally, we groaned, unsure if it's due to the pain or the ecstasy. The temperature never stop rising!

"Yeah! Feel the pain! Take it slow! Hold it there! One more! One more! You're almost there!"

Carrying the weight, I need to keep my mind away from the excruciating pain that constantly persuading me to give up. But no, I must not give up. I gotta be a hot man by 30 years old, a pledge that I've made to myself. I'm already here. It's a matter of win or lose. And I must win.

And so I focus on the screaming of the instructor. Not only that, watching every inches of his muscle flex does help to keep my mind away from the pain. His intermittent flirtatious wink and smile (though not to me) did somehow help to get me through each challenging workout. Luckily I wasn't turn on enough to have a big bulge between my legs.

"Good Job! That's a great workout!"

At the end of the class, we can feel every group of our muscle are screaming in ecstasy. Can almost feel they are begging for more! And for today, my triceps are loving the extra weight I added. I could feel the satisfaction. Imagining the pain is making the muscle growing and growing. Ah, suddenly the pain doesn't matter anymore!

Touching every muscles I have worked on today, I could feel the heat from them. And I know, the pain is worthwhile. Like they all say, no pain no gain. If you want to be hot, you've gotta suck the pain up like a man!

The Unfavourable Daily Road Trip

It has always been a problem for people who work in Kuala Lumpur city. And what's that problem? Traffic Congestion. Yes, traffic jammed! Traffic jammed! That's what we people will not stop complaining about.

Stupid traffic jammed!!

Knowing that we will face the traffic congestion problem especially during the 'peak hour' (before office hour and after office hour), most of us would normally have to wake up unreasonably earlier than we should, trying to avoid the traffic congestion. Oh well, it depends on where we live and where we work actually. Some of us are lucky enough to avoid the tragic traffic congestion problem if we were to wake up earlier; Some other just couldn't avoid unless they wake up before the break of dawn and drive all their way without even brushing their teeth and changing to their working attire. OK, I'm exaggerating!

Anyway, to avoid traffic congestion, there are another option other than waking up and go to work earlier. The alternative is to wake up late and go to work late. Oh yes, that's what I chose. Did I not mention I have no discipline? Of course trying not to get myself into trouble, I 'smartly' make sure that I am not the latest person who walked into the office. So if anything happened, I can always say someone is later than me! :P I am such a fucking bastard, I know!

However, yesterday I suddenly thought that maybe I could try wake up earlier and go to the gym first. Yeah, I have been missing my gym session for a few days already. So maybe hitting the gym early in the morning follow by a good breakfast will be a good start for the day, I told myself.

Let's workout in the early morning!

With that in mind, I slept earlier than usual last night and woke up extremely early this morning. And I thought since I woke up so early, I could avoid all the traffic congestion.I happily put on my sport attire, grabbed and gym bag and off I went on the road.

To my surprise, after 10 minutes of driving, I saw lines of cars filling up all the 3 lanes and barely moving. With some idiotic drivers try to cut queue and switch between the lanes, I could already feel my high blood pressure hitting the maximum point and I am gonna explode anytime. Not only that, with those unnecessary honks and motorcyclist sliding in between cars nonchalantly ignoring the cars signals, I just wanna yell and scream out loud! Thank goodness my CD player is playing Kenny G's album which is soothing and relaxing. Otherwise, I would have opened the driver window and shout out loud :"SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

The funny thing is, normally it only takes 30 minutes to reach my office (if I woke up late and hit the road later). But today, I used almost an hour to reach the fitness center. Which means I don't have enough time to workout. I just took a bath, changed into my working attire and off to work.

I can still sleep a while

There is no doubt tomorrow onwards I am gonna wake up late and go to work late. Come on! Wake up earlier and squeeze with others? No way! If the boss accuse me of being late, I'll just tell him the petrol price has gone up high and I don't wanna waste my petrol and suffering with other people. Unless he is willing to increase my salary at least 40%, then I will happily squeeze with other and even sing a happy song early in the beautiful morning! :P

A Day At The Gym

I have been going to the gym quite frequent lately. Why? I am not sure myself. But to seriously think about it, I think it is because my colleague, who suddenly so addicted to going to gym, dragged me along to go work out after office hour. Yeap, that's what I need. I need someone to drag me there. Else I'll be paying money to the fitness club for nothing. You know me, I would choose to go home after office hour rather than go to the fitness club and work out my knowingly not-so-perfect body.

Can I go home instead?!

Another reason I still let my colleague drag me there because I think it's better to have some sort of exercise to keep myself healthy. At least, I sweat a bit and pump some muscles in hope they will grow bigger and bigger especially my arms and chest. Ah, talk about lifting weight? That's the last thing I wanna talk about. Coz I sucks! Hardly do a few sets and I could hear the "internal me" screaming for help! "Ouch! Pain! Damn it! Why is it so fucking difficult!" Screw the whatever "no-pain-no-gain"! I have no discipline.

Undoubtedly, my body didn't change much after I join the club for like 2 years. Except I gained a few kgs, which I kinda happy and not happy. Happy because I want to gain weight; Not happy because I got a bigger belly. Fuck!

Anyway, being a not-so-serious gym dude, I normally use my "rest-time" between sets to observe other people. OK, I was actually checking out hot hunky stud. And I do see a lot of different people with different attitude and purpose spending their after-office-hour in the gym. Let's see if I can categorize them into a few categories here :

1) Gym Freak/Serious Body Builder
OK, the first one would be the serious muscle man! They are there to work out every single muscle of their body. Normally they would be around those free weight lifting area and they hardly use the equipment. If they do, you'll be in awe when you see how much weight they are lifting. Above 50 kgs? More than that, perhaps. And they always like to groan :"Urgh! Ah! Urgh! Ahh! Uuurrgghhh!! Ahhhh! Uuurgghhhh!!!" The groan always getting louder and louder, as if they're gonna reach the climax and ejaculate somehow. OK, I may be exaggerated a bit. But their voice can be a little annoying at times. No offense, but I am not into guys with too many big muscles. I mean, they are SO HUGE!!

This will be just fine! I don't mind lick up the sweat with my already hot tongue!

2) Regular Body-builder
Alright, those men are just a normal body builder who don't aim for big muscle or something like that. They're just there to work out and be in good shape. Yes, they tone their body, make sure it is not too big here and not too small there. Some even hire personal trainer to train them. Some of them prefer to work out alone, some other coming in group. I even saw a couple (OK, I am not sure if they are couple, but they always come together and work out together. They look so fine together! :p) who always there to help each other out to work out their body. So sweet! :D

3) Cruiser
Oh, who doesn't know people go fitness club to cruise?! Or maybe use working out as an excuse to cruise? Or perhaps just be there and try some lucks?! Oh whatever it is. I did saw some people there just looking around or maybe talking to friends for so long, occupying the fitness equipment. I even overheard this two dudes talking about ex-boyfriends (Yes, I almost sure they talked about boyfriends!) and those affairs in front of me. As if I don't know what they're talking about?! And rumours about sex in the saunas and steams? Oh I can't help but to believe those are true. Otherwise, the club wouldn't have hired those not-so-cute security guards checking around in the male changing room. Sometime I wonder if those guard commit to any sexual activity in the rooms themselves?!

Whatcha looking at? Come over and touch my body!

4) Classes Goers
Those who like to attend classes. Body-jam, yoga, body-pump, body-combat, dances and so on. Yeah, you can always see them in the class following the young and hot instructors and do whatever they need to do. The classes can be so crowded sometime I hardly see any space for them to actually move around. And yet, they still be there on time sweat together in that same class room.

5) Others
Some other I don't know. Maybe just wanna go there and exercise? Or maybe meeting friends there? Or just use up the bath and/or sauna since they paid the membership? Some still on trial membership? You tell me!

Anyway, going to the gym is somewhat not compulsory for me. I go whenever I feel I wanna go, especially when I am feeling un-energetic or need a refreshing bath or sauna. Of course, no harm checking out some hot hunky dudes working out. That would be an extra bonus! I'll just have to make sure my crotch does not raise any flag! :P

Getting Fat At The Wrong Place

I've always wanted to be fat. I was so skinny that I hate to look into the mirror and see bones all over my body as if I was suffering from Mal-nutrition. Ok, I was not that skinny but still I prefer to be "bigger". More athletic if not muscular. So I always want to be fat.

Bigger arms? Bigger chest?

To achieve that, there was this one period of time when I ate a lot. Breakfast with eggs, milk, breads etc. Lunch and dinner always "tambah nasi". Some time supper too. Unfortunately, what you want is not always what you'll get. It seemed that I still couldn't get fat, or put on weight that way. Apparently my metabolism was so high that whatever I ate was always not enough. Well, what was when I was in secondary school. Yeah, teenager... high metabolism.

Stepping into working world, still have that little dream of being a hunky stud, I spare some money from my monthly salary to pay the gym membership. And so I hit the gym whenever possible lifting weight and pump every single muscle I know (which is very limited) and thought as long as I keep on doing it, I'll see some result. And yes, I did put on some weight. But not very satisfying. I need to put on more weight. I want bigger chest, bigger arms... big big big!!! But I know me, I am the lazy type person. As time goes by, my determination getting weaker.

Being a hot hunk like me?

I ended up not going to the gym for a few months now. Reason? Busy with work la!

And then recently I noticed something. Something really scary and embarrassing! I got back from my office after long hours of working. I took off my shirt before hitting the shower and I saw that person in the mirror. There's a "spare tyre" around his waist that his pant can hardly cover. OMG! I am so looked like those big-belly uncles! I hate it hate it hate it! It's even worse when I notice that my stomach is almost bigger than my "boobs"! Ooops, did I just say that?! A pregnant uncle is coming to town!

Anyway, the point is, I am getting fat! But at the wrong place! Eeks! Big belly?! So U.G.L.Y.! For one moment, I thought I am gonna vomit! Uueeecckkk! Anyway, that's a very STRONG alert! I am getting fat. Perhaps I sat too long in the office? My sitting posture isn't right? I ate too much? I guess I need to get back to my exercise habit!

Come to the gym with me, darling!

Guess what?! I am going to hit the gym tomorrow after work! Yes, I need to.