Friday, July 31, 2009

A Day In Fitness First!

CONFESSION: Lately I felt that my hard work at the gym been interrupted by many petty little things and always end up with more than a week of absent from the gym every time due to sick.

CONFESSION: I have lost my "mojo" to achieve my own personal goal at getting bulging muscles due to too much social life. Instead, my bulging is growing in my belly!

As usual, I went to the gym last night. I came quite early around 6 pm and so I started of my gym routine with talking to AO. AO is such a friendly helpful little guy who knows a lot about techniques and knew that he has the right muscles to show off. Since my attempt at growing muscles and “urrkkh ahhh!” on my own alone at every gym equipment has been fruitless. I have to seek professional or at least experienced personnel help.

AO is the only one that rings the bell and perfectly suited to be willing to share his valuable knowledge with others. Despite my eagerness and my big smiley face joking around with AO, I felt extremely awkward and embarrassed to be trained by a muscle boy. AO did his best to make me feel at ease and I managed to hide my embarrassment.

Truth is I am not used to be friendly around people that already excel at what I am just beginning to start. Let alone the motive for my friendliness is to pick their brains or more likely to steal away their knowledge. My face skin started to thicken and it felt kind of numb. Even to smile hurts my face muscle. So babbling about nonsense seemed to be naturally churned out of my mouth 5 words per second. I felt so productively pathetic!

After about an hour spent with AO, he taught me to work the muscle on my shoulder using 3 different techniques that I have never used before. I felt such an idiot and a looser through out our male muscle bonding session as I was such a Nancy couldn’t even carry a light weight dumbbell. Definitely need to do something about my energy level. Drinking those Gatorade with a touch of Steroid if I could get my hands on it will surely help! Otherwise a can or two of Red Bull will do to keep me energized in the gym.

I find it a bit ironic that I would actually yawn after several reps of metal pumping. At that stage, my eyes should be awaken like a beacon in the night sky like I just been injected with a pure caffeine extracted from 20 cups of coffee. Immediately I would hide my embarrassing yawn by pretending looking down at my shoe lace or cover my face with face towel as if I am wiping off my sweats.

Somehow, yawing in the gym sends the wrong signal to my fellow enthusiastic gym buddies (or more likely to be my gym strangers) that reflected my self as a lazy bum on my way downhill to marshmallow land and just pretending to be busy stretching my limping muscles.

If I were given $5,000 for free and choose either to become a member of a gym forever or walk the stairs to my Lipo Suction operating room. I would choose the stairs. That would save me a lot of walking and running in pain just to loose several inches of my waist size. That short stair walking exercise to the operating room will successfully take out several inches of my belly within several hours. But then again in reality, all I have is some energy to pump and no cash in my pocket. I’d better stick to my own energy for now.

To AO, thank you for spending some valuable time with me. I absolutely appreciate everything you did.


Tuesday, July 28, 2009

My Music, My Passion, My PWL

I was first introduced to the music that truly belongs in my heart when I was 16 years old. At this time all I did was hang around my brother Anuar who was my source of music information. He was an equivalent of my Smash Hits Magazines that I bought secretly every month. I had to hide my stash of imported British magazines because my pocket money was supposed to be used to buy study supply materials and books and food at the school canteen. Instead I found a better way to use for the money I collected from my dad every morning on school days that better suited my indulgence….all in the name of music.

PWL is the name of the record company based in London and it stands for Pete Waterman Limited. They were comprised of Mike Stock, Matt Aitken and Pete Waterman as the main song writers and producers. Thus they often called themselves as Stock Aitken Waterman.

These three geniuses were the people behind many successful singers and have made famous so many unknown singers with such infectious new breed of song genre which I call PWL. Their songs have its own special trademark and only people who used to listening to them would be able to indentify between Stock Aitken Waterman songs and the faux sound alike.

The first time I listened to Never Gonna Give You Up by Rick Astley on a radio late 1987, I instantly hypnotized by the music. Soon after that I realized that it was not the singer that I am loyal to, but to the song writers that produced it. The songs they produced completely changed the way I looked at the music industry. I realized that British Music suited better to my taste than American Music.

Later the same year, Kylie Minogue released a fast fun single called I should Be So Lucky. It was an instant hit in my own music world. I just couldn’t get enough of Stock Aitken Waterman and kept looking for more. Then I bought my first cassette of Rick Astley title Whenever You Need Somebody. Followed by Kylie Minogue of I should Be So Lucky, Jason Donovan of Ten Good Reasons and Big Fun’s only album with Stock Aitken Waterman title Pocketful Of Promises.

At this time, the British Chart Attack was shown every week on the TV. I got another source of information of who were the new Stock Aitken Waterman’s artists. I never missed a single show every week because I needed to see their videos and what were their positioned in the chart. I have became somewhat obsessed with their music. This was the only thing that made me looking forward to every week. I was so happy!

Amazingly, most of the songs that were produced by the trio reached to the top ten and hit the top spot. By this time, I have gathered a bunch of artists that bear PWL label as Rick Astley and Kylie Minogue; and they were Bananarama, Jason Donovan, Sonia, Sinitta, Big Fun, Donna Summer, Lonnie Gordon, Brother Beyond, Dead or Alive, Hazell Dean, Mel & Kim, Pat & Mick, Sybil, Mandy Smith and many more.

And now after more than 20 years that I have been listening to all their songs, I still find myself enjoying PWL’s creations and not a day that I would forget to not listening to them. Stock Aitken Waterman’s song has became part of my own culture. My life evolved around their music and I would find songs that can suit every emotion that I feel. Nowadays I devoted myself to collecting their unreleased tracks, rare remixes and songs that I never get to own from the internet or from the second hand Music Stores.

Apart from my families, my pets and my 5 best friends; PWL music is the only other things that have been sticking with me through all these years. You would not know me completely if you don’t know about my passion for my PWL music.

Monday, July 27, 2009

Cry Baby Cry!

Please Read "A touching msg from an old friend.." posted by Jenny at My Simple Life

Below is my reply....

Dear Cry Baby,

I find this a little bit hilarious that you would still ponder on this issue and feel such a sad victim in all these. Doesn’t mean that I didn’t feel sad or cry about what happened between us means that I am not a victim of situation like you. And it doesn’t mean that you are not mean or evil or manipulative conniving little soul just because you can disguise people with your cry-like-a-baby acting.

But naturally guys will be the bad bastards when a girl cries right? It’s kind of like the organic rules of human! Ladies first whenever the door is open, or the food is served, or escaping from a crashed plane right? So, whatever happened to the guys? We have to live with hardship and second rate treatment. And guess what, we are conditioned to live hard and not to cry like you girls. But don’t you think for once that you are better than me or deserve better of any treatment just because you PMS on monthly basis. Got it!

You only see what you want to see and seek sympathy from Cilla, Zaza and your other sympathetic friends. God knows what other version of “truth” you fed to them. And I bet all those lengthy emails and SMS that you have been sending to me, R n L were done behind Cilla’s back and I am sure she wouldn’t approve of what you did. Because what you did was just to get more sympathy and make your life sadder like a victim.

You know, over the years, I have transform from one na├»ve-little-fella to learning-the truth-little-fella to I’ve-lost-my-cool and don’t you even think about stepping on my head kind of fella. But underneath it all, I am still the same person who has grown matured and evolved to be stronger on my own.

I will always read your blogs and I keep every little emails and SMS you sent to me so that if anything you said in the future is contradicted with what you accused of me, I will make it public. Along with all your other miss-behavior emails of screaming at fellow workers and other people… I know it all. And it didn’t come from that person that you hate the most…Linda. It came from various sources and it’s shocking that you actually have a rather psychotic reputation. Get some professional help will you!

I already caught you twisted some story about someone and bad-mouthed someone else. I supposed, next time you read what I wrote to you carefully because if your English comprehension is rather average….Read the emails several times. Thank God we keep what we wrote and showed it to that someone that you twisted the story you miss-little-innocent-twisterella. And now that person understood what we wrote and understood what you trying to do. Shame on you “miss victim”. Shame shame shame!!!!

You have a great day ok…. Looking forward to read your next BLOG!

Live Free!

Gossip boy!

Bring It On!

Some people have just gotten bored with the dance routine and tired-ass music played week after week at some gym. Although the Head Cheerleader is so enthusiastically played her political part among the members and showed strong “Cheer-tator-ship” to fellow dancers wannabe. That air was smelling stale and pretentious last wednesday night!

Some hardcore gymnast-gone-mental cheerleaders decided to skip last night class and tried with other cheerleading group at other places. This is somewhat shocking news to some people. Maybe the HC should start giving special “Loyalty Card” to some members that undividedly supporting and religiously attending Wednesday night class and awarded them with points that can be redeemed as special treatments; namely a door-to-door transportation service perhaps? But some have just decided to boycott the class for not having similar “tune” with the HC. That is another shocking news ain’t it? Hush! Hush!

A few people sneaked out in the middle of the class for the same reasons; stale music, stale dance routine and the steps are a bit too precise. Precisions placed the “un” in front of the “fun”. Sometimes it’s not the steps but the ways the steps are carried out are too serious. It was like forcing someone to eat a bunch of Keropok Ikan that have been left out in the open for a day. That Keropok have turned stale and chewy and hard to swallow!

Here are some confessions recorded on my un-official mole-CNN’s mobile last night, “The class was no fun because I was not there!” Confessed an unnamed ex-cheerleading hardcore member. “Well, I am not going to torture myself, so I left!” Confessed another newly joined soon-to-be-mental cheerleader.

Well folks, just go and have fun will you. And don’t let anyone yell in front of your face to smile when you are supposed to be smiling anyway.

Anyhow, this is just a gossip!!!

Gossip Boy.