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tried out BIKRAM yoga this week.
WAHHHH, shiokeneh. i prefer the ashtanga sequence (feels more hardcore and i like inversions), but i like the sweat in bikram. at the end of 90 minutes in 40 degrees celsius, walau, machiam like just emerge from swimming pool. everything wet. like, i can wring about 1 litre of sweat from my clothes man. DAMN SHIOK! always feel a bit thinner and stronger after that. hahaha! and i've been mistakened as a dancer today, OH, SO FLATTERED! though technically i WAS. THANK YOU, MOTHER, FOR THE 10 YEARS OF FORCED-BALLET AND 5 YEARS OF GYMNASTICS UNDER HORROR RUSSIAN COACH.
hehe! very happy! is this what everyone has been saying about endorphins? i feel like i can do anything. VERY dangerous feeling, as might (and usually i do) get carried away and imagine self to possess balls that i do not in reality, or else balls that i only possess after consuming the best part of a bottle of wine.
OH YES! WHICH REMINDS ME! SHIIIIIIT! bass concert on 24 feb! FAAAARRRK. i don't actually mind playing as much as i do memorising. because NOTHING EVER GOES RIGHT when i have to memorise something. ugh! hateful brain! |
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