Wednesday, November 28, 2007

When my best friend became a victim...

This post is dedicated to someone very special. And also to a bad phase she is going through.



There are days, and there are days. And there are some days, that change your life forever. And there’s nothing you can do to stop your life from taking a turn you know, is going to result in pain and misery.


Something along those lines happened to the person I know. Stupid cliché, but the years I’ve known her, I’ve hardly seen her grumpy or unhappy. Such a beautiful, sunny personality she was. And why shouldn’t she be? Lovely friends, an angelic family and an overall perfect life – she had everything she needed. It’s really scary how the nicest things in life are too good to be true.


And then this very special friend of mine (who turned out to be incredibly stupid), went and joined the gym.


*insert loudly weeping smiley here*


For those of you who have previous experience(s) with that hell called the ‘gymnasium’, I need to ask you a few questions. Allow me.


1. Why is that place such a hellhole?

2. Why do hot guy with the pert-est behinds always have to work out next to you?

3. Why do said guys have to do the same exercise you’re doing, at the same time, and better?

4. Why do said said guys have to be discovered only when you’re at your shapeless best?

5. Who the fuck invented push-ups and crunches?

6. Is the whole thing a conspiracy to finish newbies off within a week, and pocket their money?

7. How many bonus points does the gym instructor get, if he manages to do away with me before the week’s up?

8. How can making my stomach muscles hurt even when I laugh, make me smashin’ looking?

9. And is it me, or does it even hurt to think?

10. Is this how someone feels when the will to live is lost?

11. When can every conceivable muscle in my body (and also some that don’t exist) stop yelling for help?


Good night. I need to sleep. You must sympathize with me, considering this thing’s making me go to bed at 10 in the night. And if you see a fat girl trying her best to push, pull, shove, headbutt, grunt at, etc. with fancy looking weights, kindly stop and say hi.



*Sob*

4 comments:

WiseAss said...

Lol...ur funny.
Dear ex-sunny personality, when your tum goes down, we'll celebrate with a triple vanilla-and-chocolate sundae. Or rather, I will and you watch me eat, since you can't stop gorging on sweets the moment your tum goes down, hyuk hyuk!
Muah and hugsies, my li'l suffering angel. May your tribe stay in shape.

Anonymous said...

Ooo (lol) y join the GYM.

Funny gurl all this will happen yaar. but some day u will be on the side of the said people.

All the best

@tonnie

Moo said...

@ Wiseass...

Groannn...Could you NOT mention anything with vanilla and chocolate in it? And after all the trial and tribulation, I'm still in shape - ROUND it is! :(

@ tonnie (lol)...

WHEN will I be on the side of the said people? Boohoo....I'm going to perish and die at the cross trainer. And no one will even notice! :(

The Shmoo said...

The gym is against my principal of laziness.. no matter what happens, I shall never step in.