A Very Gym Weekend

..so much to write, I don't know where to start.

Last Thursday was Body Step with FSI during lunch time as usual. After a 2 week hiatus, body step can be quite exhausting. Anyway, so much has happened since then, I can't even remember what happened in the class, except for some references to roast duck by FSI interspersed somewhere in between the commentaries.

On Friday, I heard the boy Robin was replacing Richelle for pump. Alas, much as I would have loved to have gone, there were too many last minute cake orders, so I was stuck in the kitchen. I heard from Lionheart that it was a tough class.

Saturday. At 3.30pm, it was pouring cats and dogs, and such nice weather to sleep, prompting me to sms FDI to say, "aiyo, such nice weather to tidur". At 4pm, I get a call from FDI saying "oi, you can continue sleeping, all classes have been cancelled at the Curve". Apparently some poor chap had keeled over and died of a heart attack whilst on the treadmill. Quite scary, considering the guy was only 32, and not big sized. So, all classes were cancelled.

Out of deference to the deceased, I shall not repeat some of the sms-es I received in relation to this mishap.

Anyway, FDI sent an sms saying, "go for kelvin tan's class la". Well, ya, he didn't have to tell me that, I had intended to anyway. Afterall, that was my original slot, before I started going to the Curve. And that Nikeboy has been teaching that Saturday 6pm slot since time immemorial. To my surprise, FDI was also there, and was called up to team teach with Nikeboy. The class was packed, apparently cos of the mass exodus from the Curve. Recognised one or two faces from the Curve crowd. Nikeboy look chuffed that the class was so packed. FDI took over tracks 2-4, and somewhere in between, shouted, "I feel so aliveeeeeee", which made me raise an eyebrow, thinking, "hmm, what an ironic remark, in light of the recent mishap in the curve". It was a great class though. Two divas, like watching Mariah Carey and Whitney Houston together....I realised I kinda missed that Saturday evening slot at MJH.

Then it was time for dinner with all our favourite instructors, who were very kindly giving us a treat. (us meaning Lionheart & Mrs Lionheart, yhsmom, me, and Donna) Dinner was at Hong Kong Food Culture, Low Yat plaza. Very interesting food, I've never had it before. Poon choi. A large pot comprising a variety of stuff, from scallops to mushrooms to lap cheongs.

Talking about large pots, guess who the large fella in the picture is? It certainly gives hope to the fatmen. (hint, from tall dark and err..handsome, he's now PCK)

Someone in this pic is the fatman in the preceding pic

The pot full of goodies. It was rather good la, I have to say.

Tit comparing session

What a great night it was. We were saying that it really is coz of such wonderful instructors and such camaraderie that makes the thought of defecting to other gyms, unthinkable.

On Sunday night, yet another gym related function, with FCI hosting us at his new pad in Desa Parkcity, for his housewarming. Poor ahgirl must have the only non-FF person there, (wife aside). Had agreed to help FCI cook some stuff, since he IS afterall my FAVOURITE FAVOURITE instructor of all time. My contribution was the Roast Duck pasta, which was requested by FSI, mee siam, salad, and two desserts, a Lemon Meringue Pie, and a Chocolate Cake with bananas. It was an experimental cake, as I used a Yoghurt Chocolate Cake as the base. It also doubled up as a birthday cake for one of FCI's guest. The duck pasta was quite popular, but the fried meehoon wasnt finished, which apparently prompted FSI to remark to FCI, and I quote:

"fsi said,see Your dad make d pasta for me n d meehon for u. ppl like me so they finish d pasta. look at d meehon."

Guffaw, what a deliciously bitchy remark.

Horny, Lynn and FCI

FCI's larder. This is what fitness instructors eat. Fascinating.

Diva Country

Choobacca and FCI

Wonder what was it that Lionheart found so hilarious!!!

Anyway, it was a great night. As usual, the young people of today do not have the tenacity and stamina of the old folk; most of the below 30s had left by 10.30, leaving only the more vintaged folk. Conversations ranged from gym gossip to 80s music. We concluded we must go for a retro night/mambo jambo at Velvet one of these Wednesdays.