Californication

I was walking to Sembawang Music Centre to get a copy of The Observatory's new album and got waylaid by a California Fitness instructor who was trying to recruit members outside their Orchard gym. He invited me in for a tour of the gym and threw me a bait of 7 days free trial.

The prospect of seeing hot and sweaty chicks pumping iron piqued my interest, needless to say. So in, I went. (Gotta love these puns!!!) I was quite impressed as it was my 1st time in the joint. It was extremely crowded for any kinda place for a Monday night I guess. Shitloads of gym equipment. I actually felt inspired to work out as well. Of course, women clad in tight spandex always rocks.

Well, the guy tried to hard-sell me to get the membership. I wouldn't. They tried the 'Use-a-good-looking-Caucasian-chick-to-soften-up-the-guy-to-buy' tactic but it didn't work. Finally, when they couldn't wear me down, they sent for reinforcements which came in the form of a head fitness analyst of sorts. He tried and took out loads of enrollment fees and all. It was really highly tempting and all. But I still didn't budge.

Cuz I was really flat broke til the end of this month.

Still, I might actually sign up. Who knows? And I forgot to compliment the Cauasian trainer on her Singlish. No shit, she could speak like one of us.