Ketuaku... Senamanku.... Laparku...

Yeah.. yeah.. Am at work, but decided to rant anyway since my boss is not within visible range (way up there in the country of 'matahari terbit'). Zzzz…
Let’s flashback to my first few weeks in the office. By chance, when he was traveling to China, he texted me asking "Do you want anything from here?". I guess that was the early warming-up engagement which only lasted briefly, not until you see the pile of work and hectic schedule that all that seem to matter, doesn’t really quite do it anyway. The orientation period is over, and he's back to being the boss again.

Last Friday, I proudly wore the traditional baju kurung, in which my grace and elegance won the admiration of another boss :p. Of course being the un-serious me, I laughed and revealed to him that I had to wear something decent every Friday. My boss looked at me and said, "aku suruh dia pakai baju kurung. Respect the day. Ni pakai seluar, skirt..." I laughed again, and said "But today Friday la boss. nanti nak keluar dating etc". He gave that serious look which made me smile and my heart was beating, “Yes ayah. Will do ayah”.

Yeah, bitch all you want about the boss when he’s not around. But actually, we are very civilized really. There’s this respect that we uphold, and even though I am very kiddish at time, he knows that I am a valuable asset to him. And such a father figure he has become to me. I don’t really do what people told me off to do, but I do it if I feel the surge of respect to that person. “Nah.. Suhana is just scared that he won’t give her a good rating this year and it will just totally spoil her record :p” Blab la bla…Where got… I am so gonna miss him when I leave for this other position. Last week he asked me again whether I am sure about moving. So of course Suhana grin with content. Hmm… Sayang jugak boss kat aku.

Hey, this post is not supposed to be about my boss.
Well really, after a long absence, I feel like I need to update my dearest readers.

I have been going to the gym for about a month now. I actually signed up 1 day before my birthday in December (jot this down… 22 December..:p) as part of my new-‘age’ resolution. When we were asked to list the 3 things we wanted to achieve, this is what I told my trainer (in order of importance of course):
1. Tone my body
2. Lose weight
3. Reduce stress

So, PHYSICALLY what have I achieved post-1-month-training?
200 gram of additional FAT
200 gram of MUSCLE
2 kJoule higher metabolisme

Damn… do the math. I have just added another 400 gram of body weight where I am supposed to be doing totally the opposite! How has the training session helped?

EMOTIONALLY/SPIRITUALLY I guess I feel much fitter now. I still can’t buy the new jeans that I wanted, but at least I can do a 2 km jog without dying of exhaustion.

Someone recently probe an interesting question, “Don’t you have a 4th agenda up your sleeve when you signed up for the gym?”
Flatter me…
“Meeting someone new at the gym?”
You mean all those masculine guys, dying for girls to check them out, but turn out to be gay all along?
“Oh… that settles it then”

Yes, atrocious but true. Most guys in the gym ARE gay! You can look all you want at this 6 packs I have developed, but sorry girls, I am reserving this for my partner who would probably have the same 6 packs, and would satisfy my desire MORE. Ok.. stop stop… Let’s just blanko that dreadful thought off your mind.. and mine.

Yesterday when I played tennis, I felt fitter. Of course the chicken sup and lamb chop we had before wasn’t exactly healthy to start with and restrain some of our cross-court crossing and big-serve (some Big excuse and Big words which she just made up from all those matches on telly), but I felt that my forehand were sharper. Probably gym has pays off in some way. Probably the muscle I gain on my arms compliment the fat I have on my bum for my whole fast and swift Sharapove move. :-D

So, I am going to the gym again today for my Personal Trainer session. After 1-month of hardcore gym session, I guess I understand the suffering of those who spend most of their life counting calories on the food they consume. Normally, I would laugh them off… praying hard that they would lead a better life than using their God-given arithmetic ability to tally the food they consume to the calories they are supposed to shed off. Gracious…Believe me… They have every right to do so!

Imagine this…My 15 minutes on the treadmile only burn about 100-120 kJoule of fat. Compare it to this: ONE fantastic burger from McDonald (yummy) contains 600 calories of fat on average. Imagine running on the treadmile for more than 1 hour for the simple 10 minutes delight of those delicious once-in-a-year product of Prosperity Burger. This is where desire starts to give in and of course, these people are the smart one and not us who condemns them. So, don’t judge a person until you are in their shoe. Empathy people. Come on, together now…. EMPATHY. Tak sekolah ke?

So now we come to the big decision. What should I have for lunch? That prosperity burger does sound very tempting indeed.