Friday, February 09, 2007
It's been about... nine days since I last left something on this blog. It seems that I'm endlessly ranting about my life (ha ha ha) and how I wish things were different. How different? Well, not too different really. I just want some things that I WANT to work, WORK. None of it really happens, so everytime I anticipate something, and it turns out not to be, I feel so discouraged to carry on with anything else because everything else would just turn out the way I DON'T want it to.
I try to be optimistic, yet I end up being more pessimistic than ever. I keep asking myself, WHY? Now I just wish that word would just leave me alone. It's easy, to say just stop thinking about it, but that's like telling your lungs to stop respiration. I can't just switch it off. Why don't you try? Try and switch off something you can't explain, something that won't leave you alone for some unknown reason?
I got myself a part time job at the college gym. This I'm pretty contented with, because I finally have something to do for the in-between-classes time that I have been struggling with lately since the lady at
Makan-lah (our college's *coughsuckycough* foodcourt) doesn't make anymore ABCs to distract me of the awful long waiting hours of doing nothing, and that Wing's Coffee is beginning to become over-rated coffee for me (Tan Sri, hear me out). Plus, I've finally manage to spot some eye candy in college, but again, I'm getting the invisible treatment from them. Ah.
Being rooted to the gym (not that I actually work out during my working hours, that'll put me to sleep or something), I noticed that the gym is at its busiest after 4pm. And you'd see the same bunch of people everyday (duh, I guess that's why there's this thing called 'membership') but I didn't know people would utilise the gym everyday, like say, two to three hours? Eeps. And I thought I was kinda bad. I saw a Jake Gylenhaal (is that how you spell his name, the one that played the character of a gay cowboy alongside Heath Ledger in Brokeback mountain) lookalike, and he's seriously buff. I also saw, for the first time in my life, the slimmest man on earth, so slim that I swear I'd mistaken him for a broomstick anytime. Ribcage and all, maybe he's anorexic? Double Eeps. Then again I could be wrong. Haha. I even saw a guy who... I dunno if he is new to the gym or something, knocked a dumbell (20lbs) against his own forhead by accident. The 'manager' of the gym also just taught me how to do 'proper' sit-ups, and I can barely survive ten sit-ups, and the next day my 'abs' felt so painful it was good at the same time. HAHA! So much for all the sit-ups before this - they were done wrongly in the first place. No wonder I could never get those dreamy abs. Oh well.
Anyway... I got to go. Am in college. Just had lunch. Tummy... ok. Filbert is nagging me to go to the faculty and look for a lecturer. Filbert you nut. Haha. You can't read this! :P
1:35 PM Azzie's got style
