An evening jaunt round the shophouses near in my sleepy quiet neighbourhood also revealed a yoga centre. errrr, not the high class, arty, type of place... but on the first floor of a run down shop house with orangey walls and not one mirror in sight. (not one air con or fan either, for that matter)
So in line with my TRY to shed allot of KGs regime, I enrolled and joined the sweat bath.
The instructor... a young-ish very fit and attractive looking woman who curiously drapes a diamente belt over her hips EVERY single class... sports a pierced belly button, and a nose stud. The funniest thing is that she also screams out in a weird chinglish accent and voice intonations....
"TTTteeehoooouunee waaaAAarth achhhhing tttoOOrk" = downward facing dog
"uuuurhpPP taAA blaaaaaank" = up to plank
"hoOOle TA soooLLdahs" = roll the shoulders
"pet-pet urpPPHH" = pet-pet (kiddie talk for your clam) up
"KloOOow pah" = cobra
after 3 lessons, m still trying to figure up the rest...... keeps the class from being boring and gives me a good sweat ... so wot da 'eck!
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