I Choked on a Kway Teow.

Hoho! I am hereby explicitly pronounced to be a member (underaged) of the very hyped-up-for-no-reason-gym, California Fitness. Papa realised that if we joined the Civil Service Club gym at Bt Batok i would never go, and would remain slightly flabby for the rest of my life. So what more does a father need to tempt his glamour-loving, shopperholic daughter than to get her a gym membership at a gym right smack in the middle of Orchard Road? So yes, i broke my first sweat in (i think) 5 months, on the walky thingy (the one where you hold on to moving sticks as your feet move the feet part), and after 3 minutes - although i prefer to think of it as more than that - i was dying. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how weak and stamina-less i have become. Now how am i going to fight off bad guys like how i always imagine myself doing? Papa was very very amused. He was going around showing me the ropes as we went along. "Ah see. This one is for your back. Come i show you." So here i am, sipping Australian red wine that is not really red but orange, feeling immensely proud of myself for staying in there for 1 whole hour. Thank you thank you. Clapclapclapclap. After that we realised that Olie needed us to pick her from Hwa Chong after her karate training, and that mother was most distressed since she was alone and it was 1030pm. So Pa and I raced down to Bt Timah, to find a very forlorn Olie in full regalia sitting by herself halfway down the steps, right smack in the middle. We went for dinner at Holland V. and had a lot of fun laughing. And once, Olie made a hiccupping sound halfway through laughing. "I choked on a kway teow." I laughed like mad while Papa looked oblivious. Okay i am obviously a bit woozy since i cant think straight and thus will not finish what i wanted to say. Nighty!