smell

ystdy's attempt at stepblitz (a class using the step reebok thingy) was near-nothing. am not only super uncoordinated, was in a another world! i wonder how many lessons those ladies went to be in such auto mode... side step, double, mambo, L-step etc... super confusing!

left the class halfway as i cannot stand just marching on the spot (to get the heart rate going) while everyone else move in beat.. perfect synchronized beat. so did 25mins of cycling and some weights while waiting for fengyi to finish the new body class.

anyway, after done with all that and perspiring quite heavily, went to the shower. the moment i lift my hands up, boy! caught a whiff of my own (pits) smell... whooooa! really need a deodorant.

and this morning, in the train, super stoned... someone had to pass off gas. i went into the "stay calm and do not breathe" mode... (i knew i cld be a champion swimmer/diver, if only i noe how to swim). once the smell passed (thank god the stations were quite close, so the opening and closing of the doors help to whisk the bad smell away.

ok... then, when i thought it's over... another unpleasant smell lingered... i suspected it was the old lady beside me but then again, she was quite well-groomed, with make-up and all.. can't be can't be... then the lady left and another auntie took her seat. but the smell persists.

then, something in me said not to think it's others... but.. COULD IT BE ME? and yes.. it is me. not my body odour (hell no!!!!) it's the boyfriend's bag!!!!! ugh!! how cld i have forgotten to smell it and wash it when he lent it to me! ugh!! super stinko! and my precious biker-chic jacket is in there! so i quickly got out at my stop, removed the jacket and slung it over my hand and sought for the sun! the heat shld sterilise the jacket and the bag rite? ugh!!

the moment i reached office, i grabbed my miniature marc jacobs perfume (thanks sharon!) and splashed it on my jacket and onto the bag. but u noe la.. the stinko, male kind of smell that is so fetid, the kind that you cannot mask even with a bottle of cologne... aargh!

so while i am enveloped by marc jacobs now, underneath my table sits the foul bag... and my deepest regret of totting it to wrk... shall grab bacteria-killing antiseptic wash to soak the bag in.

eewww!