Wednesday, November 30, 2005
Good News, Bad News 好和壞消息
I've got good news and bad news. First the good news. I received a letter from the Canadian government telling me that my application for a citizenship certificate has been received at the main office in Nova Scotia and is being processed. The letter says that I should receive my citizenship certificate in 5-7 months. That sounds pretty good. It would be wonderful if I could receive it before I leave for HK in May.
Now the bad news. Come to think of it, it's worse than bad news. It's shitty news! I just came from my health club, where M, the instructor of my cycling class, announced that she had gotten a fulltime job in the city and would no longer be able to teach her cycling classes.
This all started with my friend W, one of my best friends who really knows my taste in women. W talked me into joining 24 Hour Fitness--the same health club that he belongs to. Seeing that I didn't use the club very often, W knew that I needed something to motivate me. One day a couple of months ago, he came up with that motivation. With a big grin on his face, W told me that he had taken a cycling class at the club and that the instructor, M, was exactly my type--Asian (probably Chinese), young (20-something), unbelievable cleavage. W went on and on about how hot M was, how she wore a bikini top while riding her bike, and how she would drive me crazy.
At first, I thought W was joking with me and didn't pay much attention. But seeing how serious he was, I finally decided that I would give the cycling class a try and check out M. The first time I saw M, she was everything that W said and more. She probably had the best female body that I had ever seen (either in person or photograph)--about 5'6" tall, medium to large breasts (at least 36"), beautifully-proportioned abs and hips. But when M leaned forward on her bike in her bikini top right in front of me, her cleavage and movement were just insane. I literally could not concentrate on anything but M.
After one class, I was hooked and started attending M's cycling class every Wednesday evening. It was an intense experience in more ways than one. At the end of each one-hour class, my body and shirt were soaked with sweat from the vigorous workout, which included M's hip hop music. I wasn't the only one sweating. One time after class, I went up to talk to M, who was lying on her back doing stretching exercises. As I sat on the floor right next to M and she leaned her head back and smiled at me, I noticed that her body, including her exposed cleavage, was covered with tiny beads of sweat. It was an incredibly sexy, electric moment.
Through talking with M, I found out that she was a business student, was about to graduate, and was looking for a fulltime job. So I knew that a day could come when M might stop teaching her fitness classes (cycling, weight training, abs, and cardio kick-boxing). What I didn't know is that the day would come so soon.
As I ponder the thought that I no longer will have M and the cycling class to look forward to, I can't help but think of a sad Chinese poem:
去年今天此門中 (heui3 lin4 gam1 tin1 chi2 mun4 jung1)
桃花人面相映紅 (tou4 fa1 yan4 min6 seung1 ying2 hung4)
人面不知何處去 (yan4 min6 bat1 ji1 ho4 chyu6 heui3)
桃花依舊笑春風 (tou4 fa1 yi1 gau6 siu3 cheun1 fung1)
One year ago today, in this doorway
Peach blossoms and a person's face both shone brightly
I don't know where the person's face has gone to
But the peach blossoms, as always, are smiling at the spring breeze
Right now, I don't see anyone who could replace M as my fitness motivator. She single-handedly got me interested in my health club again. I thought that my abs were pretty good--flat, muscular, better than most men in their 30s. But when I saw M's awesome, toned abs, I knew that she could teach me a thing or two. I know that all good things must come to an end, but why did the end have to come so soon? With time, I'll probably get M out of my mind and find someone else to motivate my workouts or even my life. For now, though, I feel crappy. ¶ 9:00 PM
Now the bad news. Come to think of it, it's worse than bad news. It's shitty news! I just came from my health club, where M, the instructor of my cycling class, announced that she had gotten a fulltime job in the city and would no longer be able to teach her cycling classes.
This all started with my friend W, one of my best friends who really knows my taste in women. W talked me into joining 24 Hour Fitness--the same health club that he belongs to. Seeing that I didn't use the club very often, W knew that I needed something to motivate me. One day a couple of months ago, he came up with that motivation. With a big grin on his face, W told me that he had taken a cycling class at the club and that the instructor, M, was exactly my type--Asian (probably Chinese), young (20-something), unbelievable cleavage. W went on and on about how hot M was, how she wore a bikini top while riding her bike, and how she would drive me crazy.
At first, I thought W was joking with me and didn't pay much attention. But seeing how serious he was, I finally decided that I would give the cycling class a try and check out M. The first time I saw M, she was everything that W said and more. She probably had the best female body that I had ever seen (either in person or photograph)--about 5'6" tall, medium to large breasts (at least 36"), beautifully-proportioned abs and hips. But when M leaned forward on her bike in her bikini top right in front of me, her cleavage and movement were just insane. I literally could not concentrate on anything but M.
After one class, I was hooked and started attending M's cycling class every Wednesday evening. It was an intense experience in more ways than one. At the end of each one-hour class, my body and shirt were soaked with sweat from the vigorous workout, which included M's hip hop music. I wasn't the only one sweating. One time after class, I went up to talk to M, who was lying on her back doing stretching exercises. As I sat on the floor right next to M and she leaned her head back and smiled at me, I noticed that her body, including her exposed cleavage, was covered with tiny beads of sweat. It was an incredibly sexy, electric moment.
Through talking with M, I found out that she was a business student, was about to graduate, and was looking for a fulltime job. So I knew that a day could come when M might stop teaching her fitness classes (cycling, weight training, abs, and cardio kick-boxing). What I didn't know is that the day would come so soon.
As I ponder the thought that I no longer will have M and the cycling class to look forward to, I can't help but think of a sad Chinese poem:
去年今天此門中 (heui3 lin4 gam1 tin1 chi2 mun4 jung1)
桃花人面相映紅 (tou4 fa1 yan4 min6 seung1 ying2 hung4)
人面不知何處去 (yan4 min6 bat1 ji1 ho4 chyu6 heui3)
桃花依舊笑春風 (tou4 fa1 yi1 gau6 siu3 cheun1 fung1)
One year ago today, in this doorway
Peach blossoms and a person's face both shone brightly
I don't know where the person's face has gone to
But the peach blossoms, as always, are smiling at the spring breeze
Right now, I don't see anyone who could replace M as my fitness motivator. She single-handedly got me interested in my health club again. I thought that my abs were pretty good--flat, muscular, better than most men in their 30s. But when I saw M's awesome, toned abs, I knew that she could teach me a thing or two. I know that all good things must come to an end, but why did the end have to come so soon? With time, I'll probably get M out of my mind and find someone else to motivate my workouts or even my life. For now, though, I feel crappy. ¶ 9:00 PM
