My experience i n MyoGa

It's always the most happening place with lots of positive spirits.

There are few instructors or classes that binded me for attending as often as I could. Derek, who chaired the balance clinic class which also my first class the first time I step in MYOGA. A slim and tall guy, with a bit of some europe o australia accented english unleashed my interest to learn about his training. With his long fringe gracefully lying at one side of his face, he never fail to makes me admire his way of enjoy the musics and doing all the challenging moves while swinging his fringe from one side to another.

Energy room is the one I LOVE the most. This room, is like a haunted room. A place where the trainer will keep screaming shouting yelling along with the moves he/ she is showing us to do. U cant stop even if u cant follow, u cant stop even tired like hell, because each time they shout ur heart will tremble like a small kid hearing ghost's cry and immediately do whatever u can! Whenever I was down stair or next to it I easily can image there's a war inside and I wonder are they killing each other...

Cycling room is also one of my favorite. With the energetic trans music I finally found a substitution for the unhealthy clubbing hobby. If u ever listen to trans ( I bealieve u do, please.) how many beats in a second is equel to how many times I cycle. I imagine myself been turned into a desperate mad ostrich running like no tomorrow, running as I wish to run back to the past, to when I was a child hugging in my parents arms. At certain point, I always felt numb on my butt which I dunno what really happened to my body. I doubt the blood in my bloody is enough, because it forgot to supply to my butt when I'm so happily cycling.

After all the torture finally I can rest for 15 mins in the steam bath. It was an horrible place for me, the first time I enter. Dim light, with the air filled with tiny droplets of steam which u cant clearly see ur toe. Wet, togther with the sound effect " Drroops... " It's exactly like resting in the huge longkang tunnel, dark and with some unknown water dropping on ur face!

Ooo~ there's lots more to tell.... about the lady with mountains on her chest....