exercise

Izan made me go brisk walk twice last weekend. She came abruptly in front of my house on the two occasions with her bicycle and she made me walk by her around the block in my bohemian skirt, tak sesuai! (Yes, I’m lovingly complaining about you trying to help me.)

Getting the subliminal message she’s trying to convey, I bought a kickboxing DVD. I was all excited to do kickboxing again. So, Monday night I went through the routine.

I felt good.

Come the tummy toning exercise which had required me to recline, I suffered amnesia. Suddenly, I heard a man’s voice roaring into a laughing fit. I remembered I was the only one at home, I got confused and so I peeled my eyes open to see my brother in his full uniform. He went, “Macam mana boleh zone out masa exercise nih? Tak logic laa Ya.”

Yeah, funny!

newsflash

I just discovered that my senior from A levels is a grandson of Muhammad Asri bin Haji Muda, that explains everything. I used to find this senior intimidating, the way he used to try to slice my mind open to have a peep. Whenever I see that coming, I’ll put my Perempuan Gila II (as Ray introduced me to his friends) mask on as defence.

(If you are one of my passive readers, well a shout out to you … hehe!)