So you should have seen the horror on my face as I was messaging my cousin (via fb) when she told me as part of the tea ceremony she apparently needed 6 girls and 6 boys to assist with the tea ceremony where they’re the one’s carrying the gifts etc.

Apparently her parents have said that these 12 people are ON top of the bridesmaids and groomsmen that she has. And she told me depending on the families belief the 12 people would have to be in fact single.

 

I was freaking out thinking “where on earth am i going to find 12 people who are single??!?!? most people are dating, engaged or married” *argh*

 

I spoke to my parents and asked them if they had this ridiculous requirement because if they did they needed to let me know NOW so that i could find 12 people. And my mum’s response to this?

 

“Actually, it’s meant to be 12 virgins- 6 male and 6 females. However considering people are having sex so young these days, you’d probably have to find 12 people who are under the age of 14 years old. That’s impossible- and we don’t live in Vietnam anymore, so 12 people – anyone and that includes your bridal party”

I was relieved and also shocked of what my mum said. She said “sex” … -_-

 

yes my maturity levels are about a 5 year old.

 

 

 

Yesterday- I was very lucky  to be invited by Miss L to accompany her to the Bluestone restaurant (349 Flinders Lane, Melbourne) as a guest of the restaurant. Now Miss L has a prominent food blog and pretty much highly ranked on Urbanspoon (I believe she’s ranked #17 in melbourne and #3 in Queensland)…

The one thing I was impressed by this particular restaurant was that they KNEW what they were doing. Yes, they knew that Miss L would be blogging about them (and yes, she discloses this fact on her blog) so it’s obvious that they’d be trying their best to impress us to get a good review. But you know, there are some many incidents where I’ve experienced (not like this) but when someone is meant to be impressing you in some fashion and they f*ck it up all together. For example: in January of this year, I attended one of the crazy wedding expo’s and there was a cake stand.They had “samples” of the cakes that they made and one would think they the BEST produce would be on display for the “brides to be”, yet everyone that had the unfortunate experience who sampled one was so disgusted by what we had put into our mouth that we couldn’t spit it out quick enough. Logic tells you that either you show your best or you don’t bother at all.

 

Now the restaurant is located on Flinders Lane, it’s actually between Elizabeth street and Queen Street but closer to the Queen street side. If you’re planning to eat there during the week and you’re driving, none of the parking that happens to be across the road (on Flinders lane) is open to late and close off at 7pm (yes I found this the hard way). The outside of the restaurant is really subtle, so if you’re driving and trying to look for it like me then the easiest way to find it- look for the Elly Lukas sign

 We were seated towards the back of the hotel and frankly I was impressed that they were going to shove us at the front (like so many restaurants) to have the perception that they’re busy. I don’t know why cafes and restaurants employ these silly tactics because passerbys can clearly see that it’s empty except for the two sad people on display eating their meals. Personally I wouldn’t be going in.

The restaurant has this beautiful ambience about it. I loved their furniture because it had this rustic feel coupled with the “rock” like walls (I’m not sure if they were real or fake but they felt real… ) which made me feel like I was in a castle and about to be served a very grand meal… oh very romantic!!! and very different.

 

The kingfish was really fresh and the avocado sorbet(with something else) was really FRESH and one of the best sorbets I’ve had in a long time!!!

So we decided on an array of small entrees. The oyster’s were a range of oysters from different areas(3 areas) -I can only remember the Tasmanians ones… and not the rest -_-(see this is why I’m no good with food blogs). I didn’t like the middle ones which had this funny weird after taste. I wish I paid more attention to what they were so that I know in future NOT to order them.

The scallops had this wonderful baked thingy on top of it- kinda reminded me of the baked oyster thing that they have at yum cha that’s completely encrusted with cheese but this wasn’t overpowering. The sauce was just enough. The only thing that I found a bit awkward about this dish was the greens, only because it was difficult to pick them up with our forks- times like this I wish I had access to some chopsticks.

Miss L got the barramundi and carmalised corn (which turned out to be popcorn) and her dish was 150% much better than my boring steak. I wished I had ordered the fish. It was cooked very nicely and the popcorn was really nice.

I’m boring so I ordered the porterhouse steak. I ordered a medium and I got a medium. My only complaint was that the beetroot relish was extremely sour. It didn’t compliment the steak like it should. We got to speak to the chef and his take on it was that Aussie’s love their picked relish (or something like that)… but NOT that sour!!! and there’s nothing wrong with a sweet relish. Not sure why, but I’ve always associated beetroot to be “sweet”, yes I eat too many canned beetroot -_-

 

Miss L had the poached pears whilst I had the crumble. I think it just wasn’t my night because my crumble was very sour (i dont mind sour foods) BUT the great thing was that the ice-cream balanced the dish out so you had this mix of sweet and sour in your mouth and it was just devine. The bad thing was when there was no ice-cream left, you couldn’t eat anymore unless you wanted to age into an old person from the sourness. The chef later explained that the heat from the crumble should have made the ice cream melt and that it was supposed to mix in with the entire dish to even it out. That wasn’t explained to us at the time but personally i dont think there was enough icecream to be able to balance out the entire dish.

I didn’t try any of the poached pears but Miss L said it was good.. or maybe it was okay,

 

And so the verdict?

Obviously they knew we were there to cirtique them so they ensured everything that they did was extremely good- I appreciated that. I found the experience to be almost surreal because hey- I’ve never had any company come to me and say “would you be able to review our product/service”. (and personally i prefer that i dont because the pressure would be too crazy on me)

Anyway, with what we experienced and served up. I’d definitely give this place another go  to compare if the service and quality of food is the same but seems under the guidance of their current chef who’s been there for the last 1.5 years, based on what I ate, they’re on track to do pretty well.

 

I found it interesting that with the quality of food that came out of their kitchen that the place wasn’t more packed like a lot of other eateries around town. There were only 2 tables (us and a table of 8). The entire time that we were there, nobody else had entered the venue. And frankly from what I could see from the other table, their dishes looked pretty good too and I didn’t hear any complaints from them.

It’s actually disappointing and somewhat disheartening to see them as empty like that- but whilst Melbournians haven’t realized that Bluestone is actually a gem, it’s best I get in before it becomes  the old new “it” place again and then it becomes impossible to get a table.

 

 

 

 

 

 

So I’ve been listening to the radio today where some ding dong(Gary Brennan-however you spell his name) from some bicycle association group (argh!) obviously was all for removing a lane off the Princes Bridge and have a bicycle lane widened. You can read the article here

The Princes bridge has trams going down right the middle, 2 car lanes on each side, a wide pedestrian sidewalk and bicycle lanes on both sides.

I can tell you (as a daily user of that road- as a motorist) is that  stretch of road is completely chockers at the best of times, worst during peak hour times because the traffic lights are constantly red for a very long period of time so that the pedestrians can cross the road to either catch the train at Flinders Street station or catch the tram.

If a lane was to be lost, let’s forget increased cars on the road for a minute and concentrate on the same amount of people using the roads, would mean it would take longer as anyone currently using it would have to merge into 1 lane to get across. Cars merging into one lane is dangerous at the best of times. so you will have 1 single file of cars trying to get across and get into the city (or out of the city). Obviously that section of the city is going to be grid locked just so that we can let a few bicycles pass through.

One of the things that really get me irritated about cyclists (and not the motorcycle kind either) is that we’re seemingly always having to part ways with our roads to make ways for them by having to create designated lanes for them. I get THAT bicycles are a healthy means to get to point A to B- it works if you don’t live far away from the city and that it’s more environmentally friendly but not everyone can jump on a bike and make that committment.

But what really gives me the irrits is that these road users actually DON’T pay to use the roads, like I’ve mentioned before in previous blogs, cars, trucks, motorcycles must pay a registration fee. Without paying it, your car cannot be on the road legally. Yet, the cyclist pay nothing but they ask for everything and we have to make allowances for THEM.

And you know what- I LOVE their argument when they say “but there are so many riders who use the roads”, and “people should stop driving”. You know, even the best of hippies wouldn’t be able to ride in some of Melbourne’s unpredictable weather. If it was sunny everyday- sure. But I can tell you, when it rains and pours or it’s extremely cold or just really windy. there’s hardly a cyclist in sight- you get the occasional CRAZY riding… and I suspect it’s these same crazies who expect OTHERS to compromise just for them.

I think it’s time the cyclists shut up or pay.

It’s just as simple as that

 

 

 

 

 

 

So awhile back I found the above teacups +pot set- which I purchased for Kris Kringle (and they went down like a treat). They were under the $15 mark. I’ve had a look at stores like Match/House and their tea cup sets are priced out of the water $14.95 per cup? REALLY? hellll no!

I’ve been thinking that I’m going to be buying the same set for our tea ceremony(as pictured above)- which actually in technical vietnamese terms isn’t exactly a tea ceremony. We don’t use tea -like the chinese and our version is a LITTLE different to the Chinese. It’s called the “tea ceremony” because we’re unoriginal and it sound a lot better than the Vietnamese literal translation of “Getting the bride”- LE RUOC DAU. Our tea is actually alcohol. And apparently back in the day in Vietnam, the alcohol used is a particular rice/snake/whatever wine (i stopped paying attention to my parents lecture on Vietnamese culture). However seeing that we live in Australia and that particular alcoholic beverage is not accesible- my family’s been substituting it with Whiskey.

Tea ceremony are usually held in the morning- so half the family are ONE shot into from being drunk (yes, every family “elder” drinks a shot of alcohol each)- except for the women who pretend that they’ve drunken it but they haven’t. I only found out about THIS deception after my mum mentioned it and apparently it’s a wide practice but of course the men would never do such a thing.

So my teapot will be filled with alcohol instead of actual green/jasmine tea.

 

My future in laws and their extended family have yet to be informed about our alcholic tradition.

So I haven’t done these in awhile- it doesn’t mean I haven’t been eating out, I find food blogging to be way too time consuming and it’s an art…but considering I have plenty of time to kill… my future apologies of being bombarded with food posts.

 

And so after our recent stay at the “Grand Hyatt”, we decided that we were going to have dinner at Collins Kitchen (which is the hotel’s restaurant). At first I was really excited about it then I saw their menu online and was blown away by their prices. Collins Kitchen is by no means on the cheap side!

And so we naturally started off with entrees:

 

I don’t know why I was so surprised but the sashimi came out fresh, isn’t it bad that I assume because it’s coming from the hotel’s restaurant that there’s a big chance that it’s going to come out stale (and poison me)- yes I’ve been burnt THAT many times by hotel restraurants… The Sydney Rock oysters were divine(although on the small side) and the vingerette type sauce was very nice (same standard that you get at other expensive restaurants). The shocking thing about the oysters was that we had a choice of this and 2 others- one of them being the “Tasmanian” kind- where they reported the NEXT day that lots of people had fallen sick eating the oysters on the “Easter” Sunday (which was when we ate at Collins Kitchen). They discovered that the outbreak of gastro was due to a brand of oysters being exposed to a HUMAN Sewerage- if that’s just put you off your meal and oysters in general then I don’t blame you. I nearly gagged reading the news. And you know, Mr_54632 asked me “which one did you want to try?”and I NEARLY picked the Tasmanian ones.

That’s not to say that those Tasmanian ones were the infected ones- but hey… i wouldnt want to be the one finding out. -_-

Mr_54632 ordered the seafood risotto and I knew he regretted the choice. (This is after the fact that he said “Babe, why don’t you choose what you would like” and seeing that i was in the seafood mood- that’s what he ended up with. We had already tried their steak(through room service) and THAT was very good (nice and juicy and cooked to perfection- room service was the best but pricey)

The problem of the seafood risotto? There wasn’t much of it- it was lucky that we had the entrees .. But that would have barely fed a 5 year and satisfied his stomach. The photo looks deceptive.. but it’s plate that’s NOT that deep.. enough said.

 

My crab spaghetti came highly recommended from a close friend who said it was “to die for”. It’s a meal that truth be told- not worth the suicide. I don’t know what it was: maybe the “high expectation” that it was going to wow me, maybe it was the lack of how much spaghetti and crab was on my dish or the lack of flavour. It was spicy but not spicy enough, the crab meat was fresh but not tasty, I think it needed a bit more marinade. I don’t know- but it sure wasn’t what I hoped for.  Now my “close” friend is on the BAN list (among with a few others) who can no longer recommend food they think is “to die for” and places to eat.

I think we probably would have been better off with the steak option -_-” but we eat way too much steak and not enough of everything else.

 

In general the experience at Collin’s Kitchen is really testing at times. This is not my first experience there (remember I had breakfast there, been there on another occasion just for dessert and another for high tea).

When you first arrive, the staff are generally really polite, they’re quick to greet you and show you the table… but usually the service goes downhill from there. I’m not kidding. (it’s happened on each visit I’ve been there).

On the night we were there, the restaurant was NOT full, there were a few people around, and for whatever reason all the waiters including the chef hovered around ONE table having a gasbag with the couple. Although it’s nice to mingle with your fellow patrons, it shouldn’t be to the detriment of your other guests. When I wanted to order a drink, I felt like a hitchhiker trying to wave a truck down- seriously it just wasn’t happening for us.

And for a venue that wasn’t busy, I’m not so sure as to why it took them mid way through us eating our entrees to deliver our cocktails considered these were the first things we ordered as we sat down- and we took at least ANOTHER fiver minutes to decide on our order. It was the slowest drink service I’d ever come across especially for a place with hardly anyone around.

Then there was the issue of the waiters just not clearing our tables quick enough. In fact, the mains would come out whilst our entree plates were still there. I don’t know about you- but when a place charges $48 for steak etc. YOU would THINK the service would be on par with all the other restaurants with the same pricing. But it’s clearly not.

And frankly whoever designed the “booth”(which was were we sat because the booth is virtually window seating, which allows you to stare at the main entrance and at the KPMG building across the road) clearly didn’t think it through. The booth has the ability to seat 4 adults comfortable or 6 skinny people- which is great. But not so great for the waiter. They can’t access the “other” side of the table so there’s a degree of “stretching” from the waiters especially if the patrons are not as co-operative in handing over the plates.

If you ask me, would I be back? probably not. It’s overpriced considering the food is so so, the service is lackluster and you can get the same elsewhere for half the price. If you ask me- it’s NOTHING special and how I wish it would have been

 

 

I can’t remember how my gf- Miss J and I ended up having a discussion about hairy people but it was hilarious to the point that I was struggling to drive home.

Some of what we spoke about:

- We both agreed that men who are overly hairy are gross. In fact I was telling her where a male friend whom I had a LOT of respect for had to re-iron his shirt. When the shirt was taken off, seriously… I had never seen anything like it. It was like someone had superglued a part of the carpert to his chest. It was thick and obviously extremely hairy. I made the comment that waxing wouldn’t exactly help him- he would need a lawnmower. I was so grossed out but had to pretend that it was okay… and frankly our friendship just hasn’t been the same. How can it be, everytime I see a lawnmower, I think of running him over.

 

-But men who have no hair can also be creepy, especially if they’re scrawny looking. If they’re sexy buff- that’s okay (i think).. but scrawny and hairless… it’s like being with a 10 year old… ewww

- I was once mortified when I saw the “plumber’s” crack of a friend. Actually, when someone exposes their butt crack in general- it’s horrifying but coupled with a hairy butt it’s just 100X worse. I almost choked on my drink… it’s not any prettier when it’s from a girl EWWWW

-I have also witness a female with a snail trail (hair at the front)… my face was like o.O….

- I once worked with a lovely client who had the most hairiest arms I’d ever seen. They were black and pointy…. she was verging on being a chimpanzee. I remember it was extremely hard to hold meetings with this lady. I tried my best not to stare and show my utter horror.

 

 

Miss J commented that it seems I have a lot of unfortunate “hairy” experience… I agree… WHY oh WHY does it have to be me…

 

 Baroness Margaret Thatcher died today. She was UK’s longest serving Prime Minister. Serving as PM from 1979-1990.

She made a lot of changes during her time- I’m not going to write what they are. But if you’re interested you can check our her wikipedia page.

Whether her policies were great, terrific or just plain bad… it’s the nature of politics. A driven women with a vision, does that- makes changes. We don’t necessary always have to agree with it. That’s what democracy is about.

The people had the opportunity to vote her out but they never did. It was in fact her own party that got rid of her. She reign ended in 1990.

It astounds me, even after 23 years since she was Prime Minister, clearly people haven’t moved on and still so bitter about it. So much so, that upon her death, there were some VERY “classy” people who decided to party, some even held some placards. (please note, im being very sarcastic)

These photos are courtesy of Reuters

 

I’m just shocked that people are so brazen, in fact, that’s not the correct words to use. More like so insensitive and frankly downright disrespectful. I look at the lady with the poster “ding dong! the witch is dead!” and I just shake my head in disgust.. See, I couldn’t be proud holding a banner like that.

This is also a reflection on the people who do not have:

1. class

2. no respect

3. are clearly idiots

 

Irrespective of what Margaret Thatcher had done, didn’t do or should have done. This is something she clearly does not deserve. Even if you didn’t like her, it doesn’t mean it should be “celebrated” in this way. If she was Adolf Hitler, Pol Pot, a serial rapist or a murder, sure I could understand. But Margaret Thatcher did not massacre hundreds of thousands of people…

to have this kind of hatred is stupid..

 

I feel sorry for her family who have to endure this, especially after her death. Because no matter what, she was once the PM(the longest serving one too) and God Damn, she deserves some respect….

 

 

 

So my cousin and I had decided that we were going to go away. We had packed light, and were extremely excited to enjoy our time away. Booked into a known fabulous hotel which had a great view of the bay.

 

When we checked in, the hotel upgraded us from a 2bedroom to a 3bedroom  penthouse apartment. Which didn’t make sense to us at the time but they said there were no other 2 bedroom apartments as it was all taken up but this particular apartment also came with a jacuzzi AND free room service. We could order whatever we wanted. We were stoked.

The bellboy assisted us with our bags but didn’t stick around long enough for us to tip him. We thought it was odd but figured that the hotel probably had a “no tipping” policy. We found this the case each time someone came to our room to either deliver room service or delievered missing things that we forgot to pack – eg. toothpaste

 

The apartment was beautiful and we could see why so MANY people had ranked this hotel so highly on sites like trip advisor. The penthouse was swish but we found it a bit stuffy. So the first thing we did was open all the sliding doors of the bedrooms (every bedroom faced the bay and was connected to the balcony) to allow the breeze come through from the bay and air the rooms out.

Not long after we had open up the doors, we heard a massive loud bang. Turned out the sliding door in the unoccupied 3rd door had somehow slammed itself shut. When we tried to open it again, it was stuck. My guess that it was a faulty door to begin with as my cousin apparently had to yank the door open and struggled with it. It didn’t matter that the door wasn’t open, neither of us were sleeping there and the breeze from the other 2 rooms was making the entire apartment better.

I don’t know why, but we decided to dump our bags in the spare room. I’m guessing to make it feel like our bedrooms feel somewhat in “pristine” conditions. Both my cousin and I are KNOWN messy people and we didn’t want to ruin both bedrooms looking like a pigstyle even with our limited luggage plus we wanted to use all the space given to us. So it made sense to some degree, but looking back now- it was silly because everytime we needed to change of clothes, we had to go into another room to get what we needed.

We decided that on our first night, we were going to get massages. I had read on trip advisor that not only were the massages terrific but they also did a “in room” service and wasn’t the “Thailand” type, plus we were women so it didn’t matter. When we made the call down to the concierge desk they said that the “in room” service wasn’t available at the time for us HOWEVER if we came down to their beauty clinic we would only have to pay 50% of the charges. We thought this was fantastic! so off we went.

 

It was on our second day, after leaving our rooms after breakfast to enjoy the bay, the local markets and even more massages. We returned in the afternoon to find our clothes completely strewn all over the spare bedroom. It was obvious to us that someone had come into our room, tipped our luggage out of its bag and had thrown the contents around the room. I was fuming because I assumed that it was housekeeping gone mad. I made a phone call down to reception yelling and screaming. They assurred me that it couldn’t have been housekeeping and apologised. I was like “if it wasn’t housekeeping then one of your staff members have had access to our room and gone through our stuff?!?!!” and screamed some more profanities. The manager apologised profusely and said they would not charge us for our stay and compensate us for anything missing.

So we trotted back to check our luggage and put everything back in it’s place trying to work out whether anything was missing. Nothing was missing. Which was odd. Even when my cousin had stashed some cash in the bag- that was still there. So I was less angry.

We decided on the 3rd day that we weren’t going anywhere especially after the ordeal we had suffered. We wanted to staredown the housekeepers as they cleaned our apartment. Plus we were extremely sunburnt and wanted to lay low. Nothing better than free room service and cable tv.

We were in the living room watching tv, snacking on popcorn when we heard a massive knocking sound. We couldn’t work out what it was, but realized that it was coming from the 3rd bedroom.

What we saw next, just blew our mind away.

 

Our luggage was once again strewn all over the floor, most of the contents emptied from the bag. But NO-ONE had entered our penthouse apartment other than the room service guy, but he left pretty quickly…

and then it dawned on me at that moment… this penthouse was HAUNTED… it had to be.

it explained the sliding door, our clothes, why the in room service wasnt available to us OR why the staff members who visited our room always left in a hurry and the hotel willing to compensate us by letting us stay for FREE because they knew their employees wouldn’t have thrown our stuff around.

 

I got a massive chill down my back, the look on my cousin’s face was sheer terror. “Linda, is it what I think it is?”. I nodded.

Now, my NORMAL reaction is to run for the hills, but at that very moment, I became fierce and slapped on the bedside table and yelled out to nobody

“Hey, you Ghost, whoever the hell you are. We haven’t done anything wrong to you. Leave us the f*ck alone. I’m not scared of you. Get your dirty mitts off our sh*t and behave. Don’t f*ck with me”

Obviously I got no response.

My cousins natural reaction “I think we should pack and go”

and then I used the best asian tactic I could think of on her “We got 2 more days before we gotta leave, it’s going to cost us $400 a night whereas neither of us have ever stayed in such a ritzy place before and it’s FREE with FREE room service”

Somehow that worked… and as she was leaving the room, she turned around and said “be nice ghost, u got us for 2 more days, if you don’t play nice we’ll sleep in YOUR room”

I can tell you that I stopped showering in our apartment, even though I sounded fierce, I was still creeped out after knowing that there was a “haunted” being lurking about. We also moved our stuff back into our rooms. I didn’t want “something” going through my stuff NOR did I want it thrown across the room.

We spent our time less in the penthouse, and went out a lot more than necessary.

 

It was on our last night there when it sounded like someone was banging against the wall. Initially I had dreamed it and then it ended up waking me. And when I get woken up mid sleep, I don’t care who it is, I get mad. The banging came from- obviously the spare room. I stormed into that room and yelled on the top of my lungs “Look here. I told you to play nice. why the f*k would you be banging against the wall? stop!!!!”

and because I was so angry, I slammed my hand against the wall. The banging stopped.

My cousin emerged from her bedroom and said “Man, your nuts”

 

Because of our not so friendly ghost (who we never met), we woke up the next day extremely late, and was in a rush packing. Upon our last inspection of the place. Once again we came across the third bedroom in complete and utter disarray, The bed was facing the wrong way, the curtains on the floor, the bedside table upside down. I rolled my eyes as I was wheeling my bag out the door and yelled back “If you think the hotel is going to charge us for the damage and disarray that you’ve caused. Your wrong. The hotel KNOWS you exist! so get the f*ck over yourself”

Yes- I know, for someone who’s a scaredy cat like me, I manned up and stood up to a ghost…

 

The scariest thing was not the ghost but that  we were running so late, we had minutes before we’d miss our flight. And you should have seen us room down the airport terminal trying to board.

 

Did we make our flight you ask?

I wouldn’t know…

I woke up…

 

yes.. it was all a dream.. -_-”

 

i dont think i would be able to stand up to a crazy ghost. I would have run a mile already the moment I knew it was haunted, probably abandoning all of my belongings too.

 

 

 

 

it’s been a tough decision NOT to follow the standard status quo and wearing a normal wedding dress on the day.

I’ve been asked several times from many different people whether or not I’d regret it.

The answer is no.

I’m happy that I’m getting married. I like living outside of the box and being different is part of who I am.

Wearing the wedding dress has been done a million times over, it’s great that others are doing it, I just want to be different.

 

I want to be wearing something like this, not that colour scheme.. but I think that it’s beautiful.

 

Our culture is beautiful, yet we’re so quick to banish it. Are people so afraid or embarrassed by something as beautiful as the traditional Vietnamese Ao Dai?

 

My dress will be RED and GOLD.

My entire bridal party will be wearing something similar, just not as elaborate.

 

I can’t wait

So yesterday, not only did i buy a week’s worth of healthy groceries:

- asparagus

-broccolini

-casipcum

-zucchini

-mushrooms

etc.

 

i also went and purchased a new scale (the digital kind) so I could monitor the progress of my weight gain/loss

 

I stepped on the scale:

my current weight is 83.7kgs

They’re HUGE numbers, considering 5 years ago, I only weighed 58kgs.

 

I dont know if the Michelle Bridges 12week challenge will work… but it’s a start

The aim by the end of the 12weeks is to to weigh 70kgs

 

let’s see how i track, it officially doesnt start until may 13, but im starting the health kick now because I can’t wait until May 13 to start losing the kgs… most likely all i’d be doing is pilling it on and weigh even more

 

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