Wednesday, March 22, 2006
Gym Junkie Part II
Sorry girls, I have a serious case of philhubbahubbaitis. It is a crippling disease. A crippling, crippling disease. I know that unlike many of you, I haven't graduated past the silly- schoolgirl-crush phase. I'm not at the mature, rational, deep, meaningful phase when I can look at random guy, from henceforth, RG) straight in the face and say a friendly 'hi' and toss my hair confidently and sashay across the gym and be a cute gym bunny.
Number one, I can't talk to RG without my mouth going dry and/ or glueing shut. Number two, my hair is untossable. I suppose I could toss my head, but my hair will not follow suit. It's thick and frizzy and uncontrollable and angsty. It hates my head. Thus, it will not flip shimmery-shangly in the air, glossy and lustrous with the reflection of light off random gym-goers oily faces. No, tossing my head isn't wise - strands of my hair could rub against each other, and before I know it, my head could be on fire! No, no, children, don't play with fire.
Thirdly, 'sashay' is never the right word to describe my gait. Stomple, maybe. Or schromble. 'Sashay' belongs to the catwalks, not to me. Lastly, I'm not cute, and I'm not a bunny. Though the term 'gym bunny' is adorable, perhaps the best phrase to describe me is... gym kinkajou. Or gym guinea pig. Or gym babar.
Unfortunately, tonight's episode was very disappointing in terms of plot development of the Gym Junkie series. No words exchanged, just sly sideways glances of the ratio 5:56. (No prizes for guessing who gave the 5 sneaky glances and who gave the 56 'am-I-too-obvious?' looks.) Oh, I don't know if I should hold my breath, I don't know if I imagined the 180-degree head twist. I don't know if I imagined everything. But I know I didn't imagine this - RG left before me today, without word or warning. So I was left sitting on the stationary bike thinking, "What?!!! No! Come back!!" Man, I'm displeased. The ratings ain't so good tonight. Writers, buck up, the viewers aren't happy.
Number one, I can't talk to RG without my mouth going dry and/ or glueing shut. Number two, my hair is untossable. I suppose I could toss my head, but my hair will not follow suit. It's thick and frizzy and uncontrollable and angsty. It hates my head. Thus, it will not flip shimmery-shangly in the air, glossy and lustrous with the reflection of light off random gym-goers oily faces. No, tossing my head isn't wise - strands of my hair could rub against each other, and before I know it, my head could be on fire! No, no, children, don't play with fire.
Thirdly, 'sashay' is never the right word to describe my gait. Stomple, maybe. Or schromble. 'Sashay' belongs to the catwalks, not to me. Lastly, I'm not cute, and I'm not a bunny. Though the term 'gym bunny' is adorable, perhaps the best phrase to describe me is... gym kinkajou. Or gym guinea pig. Or gym babar.
Unfortunately, tonight's episode was very disappointing in terms of plot development of the Gym Junkie series. No words exchanged, just sly sideways glances of the ratio 5:56. (No prizes for guessing who gave the 5 sneaky glances and who gave the 56 'am-I-too-obvious?' looks.) Oh, I don't know if I should hold my breath, I don't know if I imagined the 180-degree head twist. I don't know if I imagined everything. But I know I didn't imagine this - RG left before me today, without word or warning. So I was left sitting on the stationary bike thinking, "What?!!! No! Come back!!" Man, I'm displeased. The ratings ain't so good tonight. Writers, buck up, the viewers aren't happy.
# posted by me lah @ 9:42 pm 
