just got back from my first gym session in what's probably been like over 3 months, and i'm still high on the endorphins! you know how it's like slacking is this vicious cycle that eventually consumes you in overwhelming inertia even when you try to get over it? yeah, my ponning of gym has been like that. i mean, at 7.30 on a monday night, there are way better things to do. like sleeping/reading/watching TV and other stuff that doesn't involve getting off your butt. anyway, one thing led to another, and so before today i think the last time i did anything vaguely gym-mish was for the busking stint outside heeren. ie the completely and horrifyingly malu-ating experience. but anyway, the point is that i should have gone for gym earlier this year because it was funfunfun!

well actually it wasn't really gym lah. it was just me, soph, lizhen and samwalker playing around with our own 'fab abs' routine and stretching and whatnot. in fact we did all this on the dirty filthy RI track, atop generations of RI boys' sweat. i feel disgusting just thinking about it. but we were looking for somewhere where there wouldn't be people around to laugh at our attempts at getting fit, so the dark track was the place to go. at one stage we discovered we needed music to accompany our crunches so that we could keep to a beat, and that made soph and samwalker start singing the school song while contorting their stomachs into various positions. i would have joined in too except i'm not quite sure of all the school song lyrics. after that we bunny hopped and wheelbarrow-ed around the whole track. i'm sure we must have looked like a bunch of woodbridge escapees or something, but it was too dark for people to make out our faces anyway so it's alright. especially for lizhen, who was making these loud squeals that sounded like she was in labour and about to give birth any moment while we were doing our leg raises. i think it probably would have been highly embarrassing if we were caught there. so it's a good thing we weren't.

on top of that, today i also managed to injure lizhen on the nose with my toenail. but this wasn't my fault, really. i was happily balancing in a handstand against the wall, minding my own business, when soph came up and said 'look, sam has flab here!' and poked me in the offending region. so naturally i recoiled, and tried to get back onto the ground so that i could get my revenge on soph and also inspect the flab. unfortunately, i didn't see lizhen standing right in front of me, and in the process of kicking myself off the wall, i kinda kicked straight into her. and so now my toenail has inflicted this little scratch on the bridge of the nose, which she has become paranoid of and has taken to washing it every few minutes. i mean hey, i know it's a toenail and all, but i don't have like some infectious exotic bacteria growing on my toes or something. anyway lizhen says i have to pay for her plastic surgery if there is any permanent damage to her nose, so i'm licensed to whine about it here.

oh and my sister fractured her ring finger today playing netball, and had to have it bandaged together with her third finger to prevent the bone from moving about too much. so she was gloating about how she spent the day giving The Finger to her most hated teachers, and getting only sympathy and well-wishes in return. one of these days i should sprain my third finger too or get some other cool injury like that, so that i'll have something else to say other than 'really bad cramps' as an excuse for skipping PE. because i think that both PE teachers, although being the himbos that they are, are getting a bit suspicious of the excuse already.