Orgasm, Belly and Homosexuals

Ah, a very catching title no? I apologise for the deceiving title. This post, though it is somewhat related to the above three things, is far from what some of us might be expecting. Hah.

Today marks the fifth day of my newly started excercise (plus excessive eating..damn) regime. And I can say quite confidently: my arms are already getting firmer and I can feel the tautness in them. This is brilliant! I'm feeling more upbeat and happier too. This may be due to two things: 1) achieving a goal or 2) the release of endorphin, which is also known as the happy hormone or orgasm hormone. Hehe...so you get it now don't you? They say one becomes hornier when one ovulates and is more likely to lust over hot men during ovulation. Perhaps this explains my deviation from my usual way of writing- being more obscene (But for those who don't already know, Camelia has been known since her early days to be dirty, though not too crude, and being quite outrageous). But I think I must be ovulating too. My secondary follicles must be expelling the Graafian oocyte and my progesterone levels must be sky high, preparing me for the unliklihood event of pregnancy. In a few days, when there's no fertilised egg, my endometrial layer will shed, tears of the uterus will thus flow. . So, that might explain some things and why I've been craving for the impossible sight of JA recently. The sexual referencing may also be due to the book that I'm currently reading: 'Woman: an Intimate Geography' by Natalie Angier. Had to read a paragraph for english exam and now I'm hooked onto it. If anyone wants to know why we menstruate, the detailed structure of the female's reproductive organs, or explicit explanations of the female orgasm, I highly recommend this book. And even if you're just curious over what happens during removal of the uterus or certain diseases that causes women to be infertile, have a read. It's a fantastic book.

Started my full- time work officially yesterday. In the first five minutes, the fire alarm went off and we had to converge out on Elliot Street. Since Bjarna is now working for tableware and I'm taking his position, I had the 'privilege' of working with his ex- colleague aka Brett aka gay guy. He's not at all too bad but nothing like the hot gay men we were always complaining about not getting our hands on girls. Yes, he's got the flimsy hands and softspoken nature, talks non-stop, loves to elaborate on what he's doing or what he's done with his family. At one point, he even showed me his drag queen pictures hidden underneath the counter and gave me one of his nudges and shrieked when he showed me a picture of him and this 'totally hot Brazillian man'. Haha. I guess there will never be a dull moment then. He's easy to talk to. But makes me quite tired with his constant chattering really.

Went for my first belly- dancing class last night. I know. I never really showed much interest in dancing. But there was always this concealed interest in doing any form of graceful art. Having ruled out ballet, I thought perhaps belly dance might just do the trick. Watching Fatima strut her stuff at the recent Deepa Raya celebration just gave me the final drive. Though you can't count it as a real work out, it was fun trying to do different moves with your tummy muscles. It's all about coordination. Our instructor, Kimberley, was mind you, svelte and tall. It was so nice just watching her twirl and move her hips in a Figure eight. One move that I liked was 'Camel'. Not too sure on the spelling though but I think that's what she meant because this movement looked like how a camel might move: graceful yet firm, propelling the upper body forward, draw shoulder backs, pull abdomen in, and push and pull and over again we go. I sucked at it though. Hm... Oh well, I'm only a beginner...