from the bottom of my hypertrophied heart, i really hate going to the gym. i hate making the 30-minute trip of walking to the MRT station, taking the train all the way to Bukit Gombak, paying a $2.50 admission and spending an hour repeatedly carrying carefully weighted metals in the hope that my chest might swell to the size of my preference or even the preferred choice of the gay community (that was a very long sentence hor?). i know what you're thinking. 'you mean you can contribute to the gay community by doing more chest reps than usual?' yes, that's what i'm talking about, honey. and that's why also they call it the Community Chest.

but lame puns aside, the sole reason why i go to the gym is because it's almost a pre-requisite to being gay. nobody likes a flabby little gay person (the term here is Chub). not everybody likes a shrimp. and liking a tranny is definitely an acquired taste. i can guarantee you though, that just like Raymond, Everybody Loves A Macho Man. it's sad that the gay community is quite superficial. if you don't have the looks, you must have the body. if you don't have the body, you need the looks. if you don't have the body and the looks, you can be a queen. if you have none of the above mentioned, then you're prolly straight. please seek counseling at the nearest gay-bashing church available.

it's a sad truth and i wish that everyone could appreciate people for what they are, and not what they are without the clothes on. but back to the gym issue. going to the gym for now is about upkeeping. not that i have a fabulous body. but i have enough market value to prolly last me till i'm 25 (which is in like 3 years' time). by then, i'll be this boring has-been and ought to be shelved away like the perfect re-gifting present you can find everywhere at Daiso.

another reason why i hate going to the gym is the people. i hate most people by nature. and this fact is pretty much put into practice at the gym. everyone there is considered insane until further conversational contact. and given that i don't talk to anyone at the gym other than the attendants/instructors, everyone there is pretty much siao. Gombak gym has its fair share of wierdos. the fat indian man who sits in the toilet (topless) and stares at people changing. the elderly gentleman who carries 2.5kg weights with a face so sagging that you can't differentiate it's not only emotionless, but also motionless. and what about the ang moh who is noisier than an American steam engine from the 1930s with all his grunting and breath sounds (and he's only carry 7.5kg weights)?

it's either full of pretentious or crazy fucks. two good reasons to dislike the gym.

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