Friday, December 26, 2008
Might as well bury me aliveI don't mean to be an open book, but i think i have a crush on someone. Let's just call him S.
My mother signed up for two sessions with a personal trainer, because if you sign up with a personal trainer you can go into the gym for free every day rather than have to pay about $40 daily, which is ridiculous. Let my p.t be called, W.
On Wednesday, i had my first p.t session. I was really nervous, because my p.t is a man and i am a slenge. -_-
So I went into the gym and saw both S at the counter and a friend my mother and i made at the gym recently, whom i shall just call M.
M: Eh, hello Nadiah!
Me: Hello!
M: What are you doing here?
Me: Oh, i have p.t.
M: With who?
S, hearing the conversation, answers for me. : W.
Me: Haha yeah. I'm really scared because this is my first time.
M: Don't worry, he is the p.t for my son and he's very good! *talks a lot about W*
Suddenly...
S: Nadiah, i know you think W is hot right. Don't worry just tell me. I won't tell your mother.
Me: *Stunned* Uh... No.
S: It's okay just tell me! I won't tell your mother, seriously.
Me: No, no. I really don't.
M: Eh, actually you(referring to S) have a nice body yourself! Slim, tall...
Me: *relieved someone else agrees with me* Yeah he does!
S: No la where got. C'mon Nadiah just tell me he's hot. He has a nice body.
Me: *First person who comes to mind is non other than Bill Kaulitz* Uh no, i kind of prefer skinny guys.
S: Really? Okay tell you what. You have a good look at him first and then later tell me if he's hot.
Me: I don't la! But okay.
*I go off for an hour to have my session, and later come back to the counter*
S: So? You haven't answered my question.
Me: Well he (W) is alright, kind of short though. I prefer skinny guys.
S: Skinny guys?
Me: Yeah. *Thinks about what M and i conversed about, and tries to hint to S* And tall ^_^
S: Oh skinny and tall. Well if i were a girl I would have a crush on W.
(HAHAHAHAHAHA.)Me: *Amused*
S: I'll try and find someone for you.
But you're right in front of me. *S and I talk about something related to music, and i pointed out that 'Oh you know the lead singer of Tokio Hotel? This German band?
That, is hot.' But i don't think he heard me. -_- Then the phone rang and he picked it up and i thought it would be a short phone call but it wasn't so i waved goodbye and left.*
The next day was yesterday, a Thursday, and i had my second and last session with W.
In the morning yesterday, i called Shah up to tell her about my departure on the first of January and the time and venue of it. Then i told her about S.
Me: Shahiylia, should i just say this to him - 'You know about what you said yesterday about W being hot? Well i think you're hotter.'
Shah: Yeah yeah!! Say that!
Me: Aiya but quite flirty la. But nevermind, in life you have to take risks right?
*Shah and I burst out laughing, and i told myself i wasn't going to let myself down and just tell him that even though it is shameless.*
When i came to the gym, i was slightly sad and also slightly relieved that S wasn't at the counter. I went in, met W and started my session.
We were seated inside this room where i usually have my classes. This room is separated from the outside by glass, so you can see everything from inside. I remember distinctly W asking me to get some dumbbells in the opposite corner of the room. Then i turned my head to the glass and i thought i saw S walking to the male toilet, looking at me and giving that i-know-you-think-W-is-hot smile. I could still make him out even though i wasn't wearing specs.
Oh crap, i thought,
he's here.I think my personal trainer must think i'm quite mad. Sometimes I smile to myself. But in this case it was for a reason.
The exercise machines we used were outside the male toilet. So half the time i was looking in that direction, hoping to see someone come out.
And i did. -_-
He was at the gym to work out himself. Near me. Which was embarrassing. I was really conscious of his presence, and i hoped he wasn't looking at me, particularly when i was doing this embarrassing exercise which i couldn't do on my own so my p.t had to help me out. In this embarrassing way.
While my p.t was explaining to me things and teaching me new exercises i could do alone overseas, the only thing i could think of was S, and that he remain as far away from me as possible so that he could not see my slengeness.
Finally, after a briefing i had with my personal trainer about diet (By the way, my personal trainer lost 35kg in 6 months, because he worked out like hell and only lived on sweet potato and fish. Which i find both masochistic and fascinating. o_o), i took a bath.
After that, i walked to the counter and half-hoped S was there but also half-hoped he wasn't.
I looked at this mirror which reflects the counter. He was there.
Me: Hello...
S: Hi!
*We talked about something but i forgot what it was*
Me: *looks down and thinks about my telephone conversation with shah* Uh, S, can i tell you something?
S: Sure. What?
Me: No, nevermind actually. I probably shouldn't.
S: What? Just tell me.
Me: No la. Malu.
S: What, you think i'm cute?
Me: *Acts shock and blinks eyes, although i can feel myself blushing* Huh? What? How did you jump to that assumption?
S: What assumption?
Me: That i think you're cute.
S: No la i was just joking. So what is it?
Me: Uh... Okay. You know yesterday when you said W is hot?
S: Yes?
Me: Well i think you're...
Just say it.Me: Better. *is annoyed with myself for not having the ballz to say what i actually wanted to say*
S: Huh? No la. I want to have a body like Nick Lachey.
Me: Really? I think you're just fine.
S: How old are you?
Me: 16... I just turned 16 this month.
S: Oh yeah.How old do you think i am?
Me: Twenty... Something.
S: 22.
Me: Oh? Jo (this other person at the counter) told me you're 25.
S: Nonsense ah he, i'm 22. I just finished NS. I'm still schooling.
Me: Ooo. Where?
S: SIM
Me: What does that stand for?
S: *Tells me what it stands for but i forgot -_- *
*Then the conversation just went on and on from there, and he told me that this Sunday was his last day working here because he was going to be a teacher for autistic kids....
Aww. *
Me: Huh really? Your last day here? I'm going soon too actually. Next week.
S: Yeah. Why don't we keep contact? Email? Msn? *He passes me a piece of paper where i could write my email.I could feel my cheeks heating up by then. Hopefully he didn't see -_-"*
Me: Here you go.
S: Okay. Will you be here on Sunday?
Me: I think so. Why?
S: Yay. Then i can see you. *I smile to myself*
Me: Okay, see you. Bye!
S: Bye!
I was smiling as i made my way from the gym to the bottom floor to buy some sashimi. Which is why i said, i don't think i'm that much different from AZ.
Was that counted as flirting or being nice? Because if it was flirting, then i swear to God - it was freaking.
Fun.I'm not sleazy though! I'm anything but sleazy. I'm not boasting, but i can't make it there. I'm still the same lost sheep person (-_- at aishah for coining the term) you know!
Alright i better get going, i'm going to meet a friend (NOT S) soon.
-_-
inside out at 8:13 AM
