suitcase skeletons

I missed hot flow yoga gah gah gah! I haven't mastered yoga yet, God knows how I look like splatted cicak during the chaturanga pose. That said, the idea of burning calories twice as much than regular yoga when done in a steam room-heated studio is a PLUS! Only because I am lazy and am one to think that I even lose weight when I perspire, when it really is just sick Malaysian heat.

Dad agreed to extend my sessions with my personal trainer ( can I hear a YAY YAY YAY ). Took much convincing ( and maybe tears oh aku drama sial ), but it'll all be worth it, insyaAllah. Having Crystal and her looming babybump while she tortures me with dumbbells and workout machinery makes me feel a lot more comfortable about the Mount Tahan trek ( aka toughest trek in south east Asia AMG ). Plus having fit athletic teammates like Yew Eng is another incentive as to why my ass needs to be kicked into kim kardashian's shape.

Its still really quiet around, but I'm busy ovulating hence my hormones are in check ; no waking up in the middle of the night crying and sleeping next to the TV with Patches licking my chocolate stained fingers.

My sister is busy being extremely pregnant, practically on the verge of labour and the other boleyn mokhtar sister is happily covered in her niqab in Yemen, teasing the cousins with news that there might be something in her abdomen other than her icky intestines. OH LORD HELP US.

My brother is still on the show, apparently having lost nearly 40kgs now. My sister in law ( and the other female contestants ),much to my pure, naive untainted mind claims that he is HOT now. WUT HE'S GONNA BE SMALLER THAN ME? HOMG.



ps ; my brother in law's brother is so annoying its not funny. Yes boy, I know you are rich, and yes friends of boy you are all so fabulously rich too and outspoken/friendly/confident yada yada. But I've passed my pretentious stage if I ever had one, and I'm really touched if you think its cool hanging out with a hippy creep who sleeps with chocolate stained fingers, but you guys make me nervous. Just because I'm half Irish it doesn't make me cool or fabulously open minded to the point where I'm supposed to just agree with your mindless chitchat. so yeah, go away.