Sunday, April 23, 2006

its mozzie season again. in the span of 4 short days, i have a grand total of 13 bite marks on my bod (yes, i count them all) including 3 straight and almost equidistant marks on my right arm that reminds me of orion's belt in the night sky. i dun even know why i m telling you this.

my whole bod is feeling the shiok aftermath of my pilates workout. even unrestrained laughter is quite the feat now cos when i do, my stomach hurts. i m guessing, i must be sounding like one constipated kambing (goat) when i laugh nowadays.

my instructor is this really bubbly, somewhat cheena woman who seems to have problems with her arithmetic cos when she announce "2 more", us sprawling on the floor half-dead would always end up repeating double the amount. and when she counted down from 5 to 1, it actually took a full 10 seconds. wonderful, she is.

niways, on fri, she came up to me in the midst of one of my contortist pose and strike a conversation when i clearly wasnt in the position (no pun intended) to talk.. well... actually it wasnt a conversation la, she was asking me if i was ok cos i was perspiring buckets. (tho i might sound like a kambing, i still dun sweat hokay? i perspire.)

then she stood in front of me and went on to say how she thought her ass look bigger now and she din quite dig tat (again, no pun intended). i looked at her rear view, tilted my head to the left, and then to the right and knot my brows (no, this wasnt part of the routine) and when i was supposed to be concentrating, i was wondering instead, "what ass? where ass?".

yes, all in monosyllables cos i was freaking tired.

in another incident, i was in a car with a few friends and there was a girl pillion on a bike in front of us. this particular chinese male driver went something like "tats one tight ass". i took a furtive glance in front and again wondered "what ass? got ass? where ass?". then of cos i was too polite to question his ass preference or his vision, i blamed the dim street lights for my inability to spot one supposedly tight ass at the time.

its something tat i noticed along the way. i suppose among the different races: the chinese, malay and indian in singapore, we have different intepretation of what is big. i might be considered as one skinny latte by malays who'd shake their foreheads and secretly wonder patronisingly if i eat like a kambing (which i dun), while at the same time being dissed by another race for not knowing how to manage my calories *rolls eyes* and stuffing all kinds of food into my mouth the way a cash deposit machine might accept money-with no rejection and no waste: all the time, anytime.

whatever tickles your fancy, rocks your boat, dries your clothes.. i reckon..

nvm..

r.z 10:41 AM  0 comments