Archive for November, 2006

Moonwalking

Okay. I’ve got to clear this one thing up first right at the beginning. This is NOT a post on Michael Jackson. Its just a remark a friend made while we were attempting the  treadmill. Now that its clear we shall move on to what I wanna say.

 I’ve been a lazy blogger of late. So this is effort on my part here to drop some comments on what I’ve been up to the past week. I have been attending this 7 day free trial thingy at California Fitness, Midvalley. After the trial period, (well, its not exactly over yet) I’ve realised one thing. Walking furiously but not moving an inch is not exactly my kind of fun. Although they have 3 televisions showing different shows in front of you, there’s no sound. So it really defeats the point of watching, especially since they’re showing News and Discovery channels.

Of course there’s MTV. But we all know how the Music Videos are these days. They consist mostly of half nude females wagging and shaking as if there’s no tommorow. Eye-candy for guys maybe, but definitely not for me. Hence, most of my time is spent staring at the numbers on the treadmill screen telling me how much calories I’ve burned.

Another common thing you can find at gyms are the cycling machines. I had my go at it and the experience was not much different from the “moonwalking”. In addition to that, alot of the thrill of cycling has been brutally robbed by these machines. Basically, we remain stationary and there are no such things as taking corners at high speed without toppling over, losing control and sliding on the ground with grazed legs and hands (believe me when I said I’ve experienced such things), or cycling furiously up hill to enjoy the rush of speeding downhill with the wind blowing in your face.

 To comment on just these two machinese they have there would bring injustice to the other various activities they offer there. Personally, I love the pool and steaming hot jacuzzi thought I think that its size is questionable in accomodating the weekend crowd. Another thing that would be fun would be the different dance classes they have which unfortunately are during weekends when I’m packed with classes. As a whole, the facilites they have and the way things are organised are pretty good and its like a whole new world to me there.

Let’s end this post with a question followed by as short an answer as the long-winded me is able to give.

Q: Would you find me in such places in the future?

A: I hardly think so unless I have a load of cash and time to dispose off. I might highly consider a sports club where I can play all sorts of sport ala Club Med. Let’s just say I prefer an element of “game” in my fitness regime. Dance clubs are pretty appealing too. No offence to my 7-day-trial-mates, fitness centre lovers and California Fitness. Thank you for making my time there a memorable one. *winks*

Simple Wants

I came across this story while checking my emails. Not exactly thought-provoking nor heartwarming but rather just something I’d like to share though I have most probably forwarded it to most of my friends. So its plainly for those of you who have not read it.

 The story is as follows:

 Jack wakes up with a huge hangover after attending his Company’s
Annual Office Party. Jack is not normally a drinker, but the drinks didn’t taste like alcohol at all. He doesn’t even remember how he got home from the party. As bad as he was feeling, he wondered if he did something wrong.

Jack forced himself to open his eyes, and the first thing he sees is a couple of aspirins next to a glass of water on the bedside table. And, next to them, a single red rose!

Jack sits up and sees his clothing in front of him, all clean and pressed. He looks around the room and sees that it is in perfect order, spotlessly clean. So is the rest of the house. He takes the aspirins, cringing when he sees a huge black eye staring back at him in the bathroom
mirror. Then he notices a note hanging on the corner of the mirror written in red with little hearts on it and a kiss mark from his wife in lipstick:

“Honey, breakfast is on the stove. I left early to go get groceries to make you your favorite dinner tonight. I love you, darling! Love, Jillian”

Jack stumbles to the kitchen, and sure enough, there is hot breakfast, steaming hot coffee and the morning newspaper. His son is also at the table, eating. Jack asks, “Son… what happened last night?” “Well, you came home after 3 A.M., drunk and out of your mind. You fell over the coffee table and broke it, then puked in the hallway and got that black eye when you ran into the door.”

Confused he asked his son, “So, why is everything in such perfect order, so clean. Why do I have a rose and breakfast on the table waiting for me?” His son replies, “Oh, THAT! Well, Mom dragged you to the bedroom, and when she tried to take your pants off, you screamed, “Leave me alone, lady, I’m married!”

Broken coffee table: $39.99
Hot breakfast: $4.20
Two aspirins: $0.38
Saying the right thing, at the right time? Priceless

Some discussions with friends over this story led to a small conclusion. It shows that it really is that simple to make a wife feel that anything she does for the husband is worth it and for her to feel appreciated. Just an assurance of her husband’s fidelity. Some of you may disagree that things aren’t that simple in real life. That, is true in a sense that if Jack comes home every day at 3am drunk, there’s no way any wife can put up with that. But just looking at the story on the basis that it is a “once in a while” occurrence, such simple few words have the power of just making her day, even though the coffee table is broken, etc. I believe that it really is that simple.