7 gurls + 2 guys + Proton Gen 2

There was this one day, 7 gurls decided to be healthy and all 7 of them went to Celebrity Fitness (Subang Parade) to work out. Among the 7, two are already members. The other 5 are freeloaders.

We were being treated like thrash there. I don't know that Celebrity Fitness has this tendency of making potential customers wait.

"For 5 minutes, said the consultant' and tick tock tick tock, we waited for a good old hour. Celebrity Fitness sucks in terms of customer service, and their equipment ain't THAT good compared to others. And the price paid sooo does not reflect it's quality ... sooo not worth it.

Anyways, these 7 gurls worked out for awhile and then joined the Hip Hop dance class. It was fun. But Celebrity still sucks.

So after shower and all, all 7 of us decided to eat healthy and Kenny Rogers is the only choice. It was around closing time when we step foot into the restaurant. We can't really be bothered. We need food, and we need food NOW.

After dinner, they came across Mr. Adam who was working at a nearby computer shop. Even though it's obvious the shop is closing, the 7 girls still barged into the shop and explore all the handsome equipments.

It was already around 11pm (or 10pm? dun remember) and the 7 girls don't know the way out of the shopping complex. So they decided to tag along Adam. He offered to drive them back to SS15.

So came the car. Driver seat, occupied. Co-driver seat, occupied (by Adam's colleague). So the 7 girls had no choice but to cramp into the 3-seater-passenger seat of the poor Gen2. And tada! All were in! All of them managed to get themselves sardin-fied in that lil Gen2.

The car move like a snail. Even when Adamn floored the accelerated, it's like tortoise. As slow as you can imagine. Anyhow, the car managed to tu-tu the girls back. Safely.

So this is the end of the story. Bye.