Saturday Itch
It’s like 2 minutes past 11 in the dead of a glorious Saturday night and for once, I’m actually at home. Not at home about to get myself ready to go out and cause chaos. Just plain ol’ at home in my jim-jams with a hot cuppa at my side. I’ve decided that for several weeks now, I’ve been going out incessantly and 80% of the time, my night get’s fucked up no thanks to one (constantly drunk) girlfriend of mine.
Now I’m not belittling my gender here, but man some girls can be so fucked up at times. I mean the things they’ll put themselves (and us) through just to get that wee little amount of attention they’re seeking. Don’t get me wrong, I know I have my dramatic moments but it’s so nothing compared to crap I’ve seen here. Like today I had an appointment with a female client. Jane Blogs was your usual 26 year old blue-eyed blondie but with a difference- she had razor scars all over her arms. Now I’m taking a hunch here but I’m 99.999% positive that they were self-inflicted.
A girlfriend of mine is going through a rough sexuality patch at the moment and she’s carried on the am I gay/straight saga for over 2 months now that I dread seeing her whenever I’m out. Like I don’t have a problem whatsoever with whoever and whatever their sexual preference may be but c’mon now, it’s crunch time. Just decide and get it over with. I don’t understand why she’s making a big deal out of it. No one’s judging her and I absolutely cannot fathom why she’s absolutely angry at us at her bewilderment. Just mack out with a girl already! Hey I’ve done it and I’m straight.
Apart from that, I’ve had a shitty week with trying to catch up with my clients. What is up with bastards confirming their appointments and not showing up? I had one cancellation today as well so I’m 1 short of making my monthly target. No matter, I hope I get the last one tomorrow. And yes you can be damn well sure that I’m going to make it. My sales manager told me on friday that if I hit it, she’ll give me a $5K increase. Yee-haa!
On the flipside, I had an awesome training week. Friday alone, I had 3 hrs of glorious kickboxing training. David’s confident I’m ready to start sparring so he’s told me to go and get a mouthguard as we start fighting this coming Saturday. Being the little girly that I am, I’m still deciding on what colour my mouthguard should be. Hhmmm, any ideas? I’ve got my sights on say a nice blue colour and perhaps I could personalize it and get someone to put the phrase "my bitch" on it. So can you imagine, whenever I’m smiling in the ring, my opponent will see my pretty blue mouthguard and "my bitch" emblazoned on it..? Heheh
Ooh.. now I was talking to some of my girlfriends back at home and they too have caught the fitness bug. Have you guys heard of BodyCombat? It’s one of the Group Fitness classes that’s taught in over 55 countries worldwide and it started in the heart of NZ at my gym. Nyways on friday after training, the program director who choreographs Combat saw me doing some mirrorwork for kickboxing and do you know what? I ended up having a training session with him. Dan used to be a kickboxer back in Britain and gave me a couple of real good pointers… as well as a smack in the face when we were sparring. Now how many of you can say that?!
Nyways, it’s only a matter of time before I fly back to Malaysia and in a word, I’m stoked. I think my depression and homesickness has amalgamated so I really can’t wait to go home and see my folks. Typical me, they don’t know I’m coming back to see them. It’s been over 2 and half years now since I last saw them so it’s gonna be pretty funny when I rock on up there and say hello. Let’s just hope that they haven’t changed the locks…
Aiights I’m going to jet. It still feels weird that I’m not out partying on a Saturday night. The big GFX workshop is on next week (that’s when we do filming and launching for all Group Fitness programmes) and later on in the night, there’s going to be a massive party so right now my main concerns are:
> Training ultra hard so I’ll look super buff
> Finding something to wear to the party (perhaps a sexy skimpish little number)
> Duty Free shopping!
I will take photos!
Aiights, am out. It’s close to midnight and I’m aching for a sleep.
Laters!
