the entry shanghai-ed my glutes

it was criminally lax of me to allow my fitness activity to glide at a glacial pace. i've mentioned before in my resolution to frequent the gym conscientiously. my attempt is more than deplorable. the only pizazz i've added to my list of noteworthy achievements of late is to slump over in bed, scroll down facebook, and listen to miley warbling about being almost able to see the dream that she's been dreaming (hint: vertical ascent), whilst knocking down enemies in final fantasy xiii. someone award me a trophy for multi-tasking already.

confound me, but have i lately broached the exercise phenomenon known as vibrate-till-your-ass-muscles-buckle? the nomenclature of this form of exercise, a.k.a power plates, is the latest craze which has taken over hollywood by storm led by the honchos of celebs like madonna and clint eastwood. power plates uses the principle of acceleration training to simulate the body's natural response to vibration. a 25-minute workout is equivalent to two to three hours in the gym!

cookiedough needs to feel his abs.

four more abs to go to an adonis body.

the solution to it all: power plates!

me with paul in tow.

the folks at croyez studio (pronounced as 'krwah-yay'), which is located at dempsey road, invited me and my intrepid crony paul to give a shot at being a powerplater. verdict: fifteen minutes into the exercise and i was sweating crazy my underarm deodorant smelled like fresh pine that was one day too old. not pleasant at all. my forecast for next few days is intense muscle aches with high possibility of torrential cramps.

a myriad of power plate regimes to cater to different individuals.

jane, our sprightly coach, feigning niceness. devil incarnate!

power plates proves to be not as easy as it looks.

a big thank-you to gwendolyn, the owner of croyez.

am i going back for more of this? you betcha. i just need to invest in more potent sweatsticks. to find out more about this revolutionary exercise, call 6474 4133/6474 4140 or visit their website at www.croyez.com.sg.

in other news, my office is piling with trash. evidently, there isn't a system for taking out the dump. our office has three waste bins and no one clears it fastidiously enough that fruit-flies have been growing amongst them. this morning i went digging through the pile and fished out a wrapped sandwich that went bad almost a week ago. i am going to go all pep-talky on these spudhead staff real soon.

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the entry about an afternoon nosh and thereafter

i admonish myself for mismanaging my meal schedules so badly these days, i'm having a bad time with bowel movements. i endeavored remedying the farce situation with consuming loads of fibre from fruits such as banana and papaya and downing tons of water; it didn't work. i even tried fybogel, and imagined myself sitting atop the throne later excreting the unspeakable, but it was pretty much a fiasco. i'm thinking laxatives next.

folks, never underestimate the power of inflation. a two-dollar bill fifteen years ago would have bought me a bowl of egg noodles and vending coke at the local school's tuckshop, and with change to spare. fast forward to now, and it's hardly enough to cover for even the entree, let alone a scrumptious budgeted full-course meal. miser-warts, beware. gone are the days of economical food.

so, a friend brought me for an afternoon delight of noodles-slurping affair. well, technically, i drove, i led the way, and i demanded he gave me a treat, but what gives? anyways, as i was chopsticking my plate of springy eggy noodles, enjoying the treasure find of wanton dumplings that was few and far between, i heard a massive cacophony of blaring percussions of the orient, represented by the likes of cymbals and large drums.

indulge in savoury eggy nosh from the likes of kok kee

the vendor's new kicks: waterproof and abundant

apparently, the hawker has just been retrofitted and refurbished, and a procession was in place to celebrate the brand-new facade of the center. amidst the sea of dizzying new beige tables were these lion mock-ups sluggishly batting their eyelids to the almost-tuneless music played by "the orange band". they are so called "the orange band", because i could think no other name suited it better. it was such a hot mess: the sweltering weather was beating down mercilessly and the ruckus wasn't letting up at all. the masquerade of lions nearly ruined an otherwise sumptuous feed.

the din was apparently too much for crony kevin

we moved on to something even more delectable: test-drive! get a load of my potentially new ride, a mercedes c-180.

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the entry about my new phone

blimey! forgive me for sounding neurotic, but standing in line under the wretched humid weather for an undivided six hours has really taken a toll on yours truly. let me get down to the story proper. so you guys know that the much-hyped iphone 3gs has made its way to singapore shores. being the veritable avid fan of all things pome-like, i decided that "the early bird catches the worm" prophecy has a certain level of verity. i arrived at the venue half-hour early, and much to my aghast, as much as the others who were joining on the bandwagon, the snaking crowd has definitely triumphed any others i have ever come across. think hello-kitty heydays, and you'd get the idea. being there and square, and practically nothing else to do on my hands, i decidedly joined the intrepid hundreds others to be the first to brandish the new phone.

but six wacko hours, i am telling you. i was so freaking miffed. and when i get miffed, it's not pretty. it's definitely not pretty at all. i need my anger management sponsor right now! but anyways, i digress. yet again.

anyways, three hundred and sixty god-damned minutes. with that abundance of time, i could have accomplished lots. i could have made my way to the gym, hopped over for a tanning session, sat down with my cronies for a drink, and even make time to meet up with a client to discuss some work. nah, but who am i kidding? i would just be at home wilting away languishingly.

but finally, i've got it. so goodbye, my distasteful laggy prada phone. i am sticking to iphone, that's an affirmation. here's some pics:

adieu lg prada and your quaint technology!

customized my iphone to a striking blue and yellow. nice much?

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