Muscle Musings

The problem with staying in the same house as a muscle-head is having this physical inferiority complex. Hang out and you’ll get the feeling that you’re pretty darn small and no one really bothers about you. Now before you dump me in the “Attention Whore” basket, let me clarify that it’s really not the case.

Anyway, since I’m not really getting any other exercise, I figured that following my housemate to the gym would be a good idea. His perspective on working out is totally different from mine though. He wants to be BIG and bulky. I just want to be trim and toned. So yes, despite being surrounded by protein shakes and other frightening powders, I’m pretty happy with my three square meals a day. Thank you very much.

My gym experience has been a pretty interesting one so far. I do get to meet a lot of strange characters. But I guess it comes with the territory. Imagine being in a mirror-walled room filled with guys with bodies of Greek Gods squealing like pigs at the abattoir every time they do arm curl.

It’s a whole testosterone-filled experience as you catch guys scrutinizing every inch of their frame, occasionally peering over to the next hulk and mentally comparing each other. Imagine catching someone doing that elsewhere. Yeah, it’s all about wanting to be bigger and more defined than the other guy. Competition...it’s a guy’s game.

The sad thing I notice is that a lot of guys tend to work a lot on their upper body and totally neglect their lower regions (stop thinking). In the end you get these guys who look like bathrobes on a clothes hanger with the sash tied in a knot. But what do they care, they can cover everything up by wearing jeans.

One amongst many cool things happened to me last week though. I was working out at the PJ Hilton when smoke started pouring through the air conditioner. It was actually diesel fumes coming from some fogging exercise near the compressors. Geniuses.

So I walked out of the gym and into the fitness center lobby and suddenly Phat Fabes appeared as well. Yes, it was the DJ from Fly FM. Seeing him made me understand where he got his name from. Well, at least he’s doing something about it.

Ah. Hopefully more newsworthy episodes like this will happen. Until the next one pops up, I’ll be tenacious at getting this darn spare tire to disappear.

Mek Ade Tok?

Boo!

At one point I was considering giving up the whole Blog thing altogether. I havent really been inspired to write given my current situation. But I have to say, things are picking up around here. In fact, I'd say that things are going pretty well for me.

Since my exile to the East Coast, I've been slowly rebuilding my life; meeting new friends, making my house (not home) as comfortable as possible and trying to find a way to pass my time. At one point I was even considering going to KL on a weekly basis just to take my mind off my life here. But looks like I may not have to after all.

Weekly activities such has little home improvement projects, washing my car, indoor soccer with the colleagues, church and my "best Tom Yam in town" project have given me some sense of comfort. I guess one has to make the best of what he's been given.

I wouldnt consider Terengganu for the long haul. I just cant imagine having a wife and bringing up children here. Safety is one of the major concerns, and the other would be education. Just to sum everything up, the whole environment is just not what I would like to see my children being exposed to.

But until then, all I can do is to make myself as comfortable as possible, staying alive and sane.

Here are the exploits of my Friday afternoon.....


THE SIMPLE LIFE:




Fishing boats along Pantai Kijal





Forget the phi-phi islands!!





Visit Malaysia 2007. :p





I miss being artsy fartsy.





Satiesh exercises his bakar skills.





Budding fishermen.





Preparing bait......bashed up hermit crabs. *gag*





Trying out the local favourite.....LEKOR.



Adios!