tales of gymboys

and nopes. my life currently aint just driving and eating and sleeping.
its actually, driving and eating and sleeping AND gyming.
thats cos i dont wanna get the template driver body.
i wanna my body customised.

and its even great to know that there are 2 former Commandos, Graham and Ian, in my bunk.
and they're really pushing me in gym.

"that guy monster ah" the Guards guy said while watching Graham doing the leg press.
Graham set it to the max which was 218kg.

apparently Ian and the 'Guards' guy tried hard as they might but they failed to do one single Leg Press.
and ahem, i did 3 sets of 10. that means i have dope thighs.

"by the time i graduate, i will lose weight" graham said in shower 1
"i'll lose weigh too" ian said in shower 3
"erm, i'll try" i said while in shower 2

laughter from them and then silence as we bathed...

"transport sup seh!" a fellow Driver shouted after exiting from shower 6

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and i so am hatin' that farque up there. this is why i have to remind myself
NOT TO GET A DRIVER BODY


truth is, i hate GYM.

i was whining while Graham forced me to lift weights.
"dont whine like a girl" fithrin said as he stared at me suffer.

"ggrrrrrROAR...MOMMY" i started makin' loads of noise in the gym and gettin' unwanted attention from onlookers.
dope part was that the onlookers were all skinny and not pumped.

gym on monday anyone?
tuesday?
wednesday?