I wanted yoga, yes. I wanted aerial yoga, yes. Platinum Yoga is the prime choice for aerial yoga, yes.
But Platinum Yoga had a collaboration with a campaign that Gabriel's ex-girlfriend was on (yuck) and that made me doubt all their tastes and standards (yuck again) so they dropped out of my choice list. Still, I decided to go ahead with it because Groupon is love, Groupon is life.
So if this is your first time reading my blog after religiously trawling through scores of Platinum Yoga reviews on Google to justify your pending Groupon purchase, good for you and welcome! My arrogance is real and so is my review. You win.
We started our hot yoga Groupon trial last Wednesday.
The beauty of Platinum Yoga is that their online interface does not cater to Groupon buyers so I had to call them personally. And I call that beauty because everyone bitches that we don't get enough interaction right so THERE YOU GO, CALL TO BOOK!
Platinum Yoga Suntec has a lot of evening classes. We chose Hot Yoga happily at Alison's request. I tried to persuade them into aerial yoga too but I failed.
We arrived on time but without anything besides our yoga attire. The reception offered us a towel for our session and charged water bottles at a dollar each. We waited awkwardly around the tiny waiting area till our room opened up.
Rib cage appreciation photo (amen)
Jesus Christ I'm vain.
Hot Yoga, as it turned out, was the best suggestion ever.
I always imagined yoga to be peaceful and relaxing, but no, hot yoga was punishing and painful oh how my world rocked. Twenty minutes into the session and I was feeling hotter than a Las Vegas sidewalk on the 4th of July.
Not just me; everyone else was making quick reaches for their towels/ bottles at the twenty minute mark. I hesitated quite a while before reaching out for mine because my surprisingly well-spread out perspiration made my body glisten AESTHETIC OVER COMFORT.
Our instructor was very patient. She would show us the moves and then go around to correct our form one by one. She corrected my form thrice in two weeks, and that's a really good personal attention ratio considering I paid a dirt-cheap Groupon price for this session.
There were a lot of positions I could only do halfway. I can't reach my toes all the way down, I can't grab my foot and stretch while I balance on a leg, I can't do many things. But I wanted to try, and God did I try.
I am a very inflexible fuck. Don't take my word for it, ask my baby brother who spent 14 years of his life, up till today, helping me step on my back because my worthless spine would be stiff and hurt all the damn time FROM DOING NOTHING.
Which was a shame because I'm a highly agile person.
I won't go as far to call myself strong, but I have enough body strength to get me through most exercises. And my agility is most in show when I rock climb and jump from edge to edge for the ones my body cannot stretch to. Also in show when my SIM friends call me lao gao just because I got past a set of monkey bars (ONE TIME) without hassle.
So yoga challenged one of the core things I cannot do: flexibility.
While pole challenged everything else, such as grace and strength.
I already know I want to sign for a package. I don't need Platinum to convince me further. Two sessions with them and I know I'm getting my money's worth. My turmoil is having to do it alone because now, Pam is thinking of doing Kpop dance next.
DAMMIT WOMAN I SUGGESTED THAT AT THE START BUT NOOO THEY OUT-VOTED ME TO YOGA! And now that I like yoga, I have to say a hot goodbye as I take a detour into Kpop dance hahaha but why not, CHALLENGE ME. I WILL CONQUER YOU TOO.
But in a nutshell, buy your Groupon and see it through.
Don't give up halfway, reach the end of your one month session and triumphantly update your Instagram using the hashtags #livestrong #yoga4life with an actual, form corrected yoga pose picture this time.
Good luck, future annoying yoga hashtaggers.
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Today marks 250 days of me being with my eternally hunky boyfriend!
I truly never expected to reach this far. Some days I admittedly still think of my ex-boyfriends/ unchosen dates and wonder how things would be like if I were still with them. And in each scenario, I imagine being with them to be unimaginable sorrow.
Which means I didn't imagine since unimaginable right ahaha.
It has been 250 days and I am still as in love with my boyfriend as day 1.
I still think of him all the time, whether I'm in Tokyo having the fucking time of my life or in Clementi swooning over my newest 39.1kg scale reading (I'M GONNA DIE SKINNY), I think of him. He is in everything I do.
His physique isn't what it used to be (and he stresses over it everyday) but I still have this endless adoration with everything he is. I love his new belly. I love his arms. I love the parts of him that he no longer loves. And conversely, he loves the sides of me that I cannot tolerate too.
Hehehehehehe.
I feel that he started out as a boyfriend material.
He was sweet, loving and occasionally fucked up. But now, he is a vivacious mix of everything. He is a fun mix of terrible jokes, big displays of public affection, huge spoonfuls of loving and streaks of child-likeness that I cannot get enough of. He can still be fucked up at times. But if that comes with the territory, then I will love even that always.
In fact, if anything, these past 8 months have been a journey of him evolving with me and into me, to be the perfect fit as my boyfriend. He is my rock, he is my pillar and he is my eye in all my hurricanes. Fuck I'm in love.
In my heart, he isn't a boyfriend anymore.
He is my DILF now.
And I look forward to the next 250 years with him.
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