Me go yoga. Then I petitioned to fire Wolfowitz.

Me heard yoga at True Fitness kicks ass. It's true - me ass got kicked.

Yoga fun. Me prefer teaching at Yoga Zone. More thorough. True Fitness, show then do. Minimal instruction. Me go Hatha, did new things. Fun. Head stand! First time. First time fun.



I later received an e-mail from Avaaz (a community dedicated to creating a global voice to influence international politics, check it out) about a petition to fire Wolfowitz. Now he's a fucker who really should be sent to Guantanamo to be beaten, bullied, bashed and shat on every moment of every day. If you don't remember, he's one of the loudest fuckers calling for dropping bombs in Eye-Rack (yes he's a tactless ignoramus too). Now he's president of the World Bank and committed to fighting corruption - but what happens? He's involved in a corruption scandal that makes sure his girlfriend gets paid more than Condoleeza Rice. Don't just fire his stupid ass, burn his whole family out and remove their stain from our gene pool forever.

Yes, abuse of power makes me go all Hitler. Fuck him up here.

Me go gym

Me long time no blog. Me miss blog. Me want blog daily. But me talk too much. So me must make blog small. "Shut the fuck up", me friend say. "Don't talk so much crap!" Me no like friend. He rude motherfucker.


Me go gym. True Fitness, Desa Sri Hartamas. Place... nice. New. Shiny. Confusing though. Like maze. Get lost, even in second trip. Me got VIP pass. Me Very Important for one week. After that, me go somewhere else to be Important.

Gym fun. Can run run run, even if very hot or raining very heavy. Running machine got plenty of buttons and numbers. But cannot recreate neighbourhood. Nothing to see besides buttons and numbers. And nearby shoplot of wedding clothes. So me listen to iPod. But stupid iPod wire keep swinging. Me hit wire. Many times. iPod fly. Not happy. iPod not meant to fly. Me sad, so me run. Me run, so me happy.

Gym fun. Plenty of funky machines. Me think of Guantanamo Bay torture chamber. Big sweaty smelly men. And women. Scary. But me brave. Me use all sorts of machines, me like. Me feel strong.

Actually, me feel pain. Ache. Body no work properly next day. So me rest. Then nexter day, me see "personal trainer". She teach me use other machines. She say me body 15.2% fat. Siu yuk is 40% fat (if good). Me no siu yuk. More like char siu. Without the marinate. Me happy. But session is teaser. 60% work out, 40% talk. Only make me want personal training. Nevermind, me learned lots.

Gym fun. Me like. But expensive, me no like.

Who want sponsor me?