Hullo there. I'm Charz Mendoza and according to Jom Baguios, I am a Korean looking non-Korean, Korean speaking fellow.
Okay, that's settled. Let's begin.
Hullo there. I'm Charz Mendoza and according to Jom Baguios, I am a Korean looking non-Korean, Korean speaking fellow.
Okay, that's settled. Let's begin.
I haven’t been doing Capoeira lately, but I need to get fit…
Anyway, yesterday while I was at the gym with my good friend, Mawi Uy, we had a chat. A nice long chat.
First, we aligned and finalized our very own health & wellness schedule. We go to the gym three times a week, twice daily. Cardio over lunch and then weights after work. It may seem strenuous but it is the perfect work-out plan. Heck, nothing beats a booster to help you reach your goal.
Hmm, I think we need to secure a gym locker.
After gym, we had sun-dried tomato pesto while talking about everything Apple. I soon came to realize that investing on a specific set of Apple products (iMac, MacBook Pro and Airport Extreme/Time Capsule) will never be a waste of money.
After three years of using my MacBook, it still is as fast and as efficient as the new ones. So if you ask me, that is a bargain.
So I finally went to Fitness First today to avail of my free trial workout. I got there around 11 o’clock in the morning and it wasn’t that congested yet. Berry Good. I can struggle with the weights without people seeing my scrunched up mug.
After a few minutes of yada bullshit yada from Ashley the branch manager and Sheryll the gym receptionist, I proceeded to change into my work out clothes. They offered me a sweatshirt but I politely declined because I brought one. BIG. MISTAKE. The shirt that I brought was colored tan. Gosh, I felt naked while lifting weights.
Anyway, everything went well. Warmed up at the cardio treadmill thingy. All that running and walking and running really got me pumped. Then as I was busy figuring out one of them gym equipments, Mr. Private Trainer was kind enough to help me out. Actually, he was more than kind, if you know what I mean. There was some serious slapping involved.
Cooled down at the sauna. I think the humid environment sucked all the stress in me. And I think I grew taller after stepping out of that heat session. And my shower took ages. It felt like hydromassage, only better.
People, I’ll prolly gonna be a gym addict.
Another CSR called me to inform me of some free service. This time the name is Cheryl Nolastname and she’s from Fitness First. She called to offer me a health and wellness package. For a day, I get to be fooling myself around thinking I’d be in tip top shape when my workout program ends. Well, I got news for you, girl. I’ve been doing that for the past 22 years, thank you very much. But still, she told me I’d get free access to the gym room, the sauna, the jacuzzi and the private pool.
Well how ‘bout that?
But then, I was thinking. I ain’t that qualified. Hell, she could probably look outside her window and see more buff and chunky health-conscious guys than I’d probably be. And what is she doing inviting me for some bodybuilding? I’d probably collapse seeing those happy ass gays flex their muscles and wipe their sweaty butts. And mind you, the gym ain’t a safe place for me or any normal individual. It’s a place for sex addicts and rapists. I’m telling you people. It’s better to do 50 push-ups in the morning than have someone stick his finger up your ass long enough for you to feel it.
I’d like to live in a pad with two of my gay bestfriends. We will have fruit salad and protein shake in the morning. Then we’ll go to the gym and spot cute guys before we head for work. At the club, we’ll be VIPs where a bunch of go-go boys serve us drinks.
Also, it goes without saying that both of them should have no problems with my peculiar habits and my straight friends. Everything should just be cut and dry.
Gosh, how ménage à trois.
