<< | 2008-07-09 @ 4:58 p.m. | >>
Beach.Ball.Babes

Argh the girls in the new show are so sissy! (Ok that probably isn't the right word, since girls are supposed to be GIRLy) but seriously, screaming when you touch a dead cuttlefish?! Or a frog? I bloody kissed one during YLTC!(And no, it didn't die on me) What shameful specimens of feminity the mass media (if the actresses were forced to act that way) are showing today. Grrr. They should cook more often, and get their hands on raw meat and livers and gizzards. Live prawns are the best I know how to do drunken prawns if anyone will just tell me where to get live prawns. The market just sells dead ones.

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The other part of this post doesn't really concern Balls, and if there are babes, they certainly aren't me. I have turned into some sort of exercise (*gasp*) junkie, and am going further east each time. Last mon, I went to ECP with Shao and Wiggo, (and taught them how to roller blade, hee hee), and last fri to Pasir Ris park with Hope people to cycle. (For those not versed with Singapore's geography, ECP is in Bedok which is more west than Pasir Ris by a few MRT stops.) And on Mon, I went off the coast into Pulau Ubin to Mountain bike with J.JC collagues and the female colleague's boyfriend. And I was ERHEMING at that time, on the heaviest day too. I thought the extra PADDING would be good for sitting on the hard bike, but the jolting when you ride over rough ground really unseats (pun intended) a certain part of your anatomy and the accompanying fluids. And I didn't know how much stomach muscles were needed to cycle. ARGH. Still, I survived, with a break in the middle where they drank coconuts and I drank hot milo.

Ok, now onto more slightly intellectual things.

You know how there's this thing called a pain threshold? Where the amount of pain people can bear till they scream/whimper/pass out with a bang is somehow 'measured'. Personally, I don't mind blood coming out of my body anywhere else but you-know-where. (Anyone who has seen the photocopied version of my Duchess of Malfi and Heart of Darkness can attest to that.)

I would now like to propose an 'exercise threshold', the amount of physical exertion that someone can exert before the person thinks it's too much physical exertion to do so. Needless to say, mine is terribly small. I gave up on the million (uphill) slopes of Ubin, but in the end, still had enough energy to stay awake and snigger at all my exhausted sleeping companions and take unflattering pictures of them. And read 'Reaper Man' on the way back. And with this theory in mind, I asked if the reason why people stopped exertion sometimes was because they could not catch their breath, and they said yes, which means my exercise threshold is really low because I've never had problems breathing when I wasn't having a flu, with my (yes I'm boasting but this is one of the things I can boast about besides my BOASTER and pillow haha) rather good breath control. Muahahahaha.

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