Project R.A.M.

roots...

The Resurgence Cycle:

Aim: Pushing the threshold but keeping it within the limit to prevent too much stress to the CNS. To revive the body to put it in training mode after a long hiatus. Whole body workout with no specific focus points. I am at this cycle till early December '09.

Day 1: Whole Body Workout
Day 2: Cardio
Day 3: Whole Body Workout
Day 4: Cardio
Day 5: Whole Body Workout
Day 6: Cardio
Day 7: Whole Body Workout
Day 8: Rest

The Alpha Cycle:
Aim: This cycle starts in December 2009 on till either February or March 2010. Gain lean muscle mass on targetted weaker points before commencing full body fitness training for maintenance.

Day 1: Whole Body Workout
- Focus upper back, upper chest, calves

Day 2: Cardio - Active recovery

Day 3: Whole Body Workout
- Focus lower back, delts, quads

Day 4: Cardio - Active recovery

Day 5: Whole Body Workout
- Focus rear delts, calves

Day 6: Cardio- Active recovery

Day 7: Whole Body Workout
- Focus lower chest, abs, arms

Day 8: Rest

Would leave the last part of the training till further notice... =)

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The snack... Fresh!

I heart laidback weekends...

The king of em all...

Good chillout sesh with the bud on phryday night. Rather have the hang out nights than club the night away like I used to. Then there was the beer after the durians, which wasn't exactly the best idea in the world. But life's a gamble anyway and I'm glad I can still document it out here right now. Jam session wasn't too bad either! Fingers are a bit numb from the strings but it's all good fun and I really do love laidback weekends!

Hoping the roadtrip to Terengganu tomorrow will be sweet one! Expecting plenty of food rendezvous along the way, taking my time and enjoying the east coast weather. Dropping by Cherating for a beach walk sounds good too...

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Playboy Model of The Month!

Sizzlin... =)

Calf Throb

The coup de grace for my calves...

One fine Sunday, a bud asked if I wanted to join him for a hill hike. Apparently there's a well known trail just behind my condo area and since I've been meaning to check it out someday anyway, I decided, why not? How tough could it be right?

Dead wrong.

Starting up the trail, my calves were already screaming. Then I recalled the gym training the day before where I did calves to full max reps. Slotting calf raises between each other exercise.

Fuck.

By the time we reached level 2, I was gassed. So gassed that I wanted to turn back and abandon the whole plan. Mark said we'll leave if I want to leave. Now, the thing about me, is that when I start giving up on certain things, and people agree to it without giving me a reason why I shouldn't give up, I'll give myself a reason why I shouldn't. Call me a freak of nature.

I chose to push on.

Reached level 3 and it was a pretty cool chillout site. With hammocks and wood benches. Could definitely do a picnic here. Spoke to some of the locals and they mentioned that there are a total of 6 levels. I flinched when I heard there were 3 more levels.

"Think you can make it? We can head back if you want."

"3 more levels? Since we're already here..."

"You want to play tough guy?"

"No. The dude said the rest of the trail ain't so hard. So why not?"

"Yes... but its another half an hour of hike."

"Let's keep going."

On the way to level 4 I had a massive calf cramp and I could see my right calf muscle visibly crimp inwards. Not a pretty sight. Took me some time to massage it to undo the cramp. But I made it. Soon we were on our way. Reached level 5 and we decided that level 6 will be conquered another day. Whole journey took 2 hours. Awesome cardio in my opinion...

Calf still throbs till now.

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Excuse me, have you seen a heart come by this way?

If you could look into the future...
Like a gift from the gods...
Knowing an end before the beginning...
Would you be prepared for the end?

I know I am.

The Wiesmann GT

I just came...

Is there really a macro film of a fly walking on Yoko Ono's naked body? Thought it'd be a really cool piece of art... Then again. To capture a fly walkin on her body... Would probably require a lot of stink to keep the fly there...

The new divide...

I've always been known to cross lines...

Life is about the decisions that we make. Wake up in the morning, you can either choose to put on the mask of Tragedy, or Comedy. I've always opted for the latter, but there are days when I find myself awake with Tragedy stuck onto my facade and there is nothing I can do about it, but to slowly pry it away with Comedy. Inspirations and experience maketh decisions. I for one, admit the lack of experience so I depend on my inspirations to propel me forward.

The path set before me has always been forked. Just as Frost craftily weaved the words into his poem... One I could never forget. And of course, me, being me, have always chosen the road less travelled. Even if it meant crossing lines, and being brought to points of no return. I tuck my guts in my backpack, next to my set of balls, take a deep breath, and step into the wilderness.

The thing is, no one ever mentioned anything about the dead end.

So at the end of one wild, winding path, I come to a complete stop. I could be totally lost, but ever the optimistic one, I tell myself that I'm at a dead end of the forked road I took, and making my own path is the only way from here onwards. Turning back? It's too late now. The undergrowth has sealed the path back. The eerie glow in the sky tells me that there is some kind of light source up ahead. How far, I do not know. I don't know if I'll even make it there or if I'm on the right track. But what I do know, is now.

And now, I have to decide between the road less travelled or the road less travelled...

Twirl...

Twirling spaghetti strands around the fork is an art I am still trying to master...

Losin' it...

I'm losin' it...

Struggling to get back on track...

Major doses of self control needed...

Locale travel...

Though it obviously can't be compared to international travel, the experience is somewhat, still rather foreign for me. Perhaps I need more exposure to our local culture.. I frequent Perak and fell in love with one of their local kick-ass drink. The effects of Toddy (Indian coconut liquor) are quite subtle, and the high comes gradually. Some may not like the fermented smell, but it's usually masked with a bit of good ol' Guiness Stout. I get knocked down pretty easily with this drink and it helps with sleep throughout the long drive back. Of course, I'm not the one driving.

Toddy, Devil's milk...

Then there was the Sibu trip. Never knew how cool the Pasar Malam's there were (heard from Bel that it rocked) until I checked them out. It's a mixture of all sorts of fantastic local foods. Was brought to try out Sibu's famous Kompia (meat bun) and Kampua noodles by a friend and I was hooked. Thing is, Sibu is just a freakin 6-hour drive away from Miri and yet they've got their own special thing goin on there.

The old man called it Yu Chong Gao...

Porcine reminds me of Texas back in Miri...

Fuckin delish local yummies...

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Melting...

"I like vanilla... but chocolate chip has always been my favourite..."
"You can only choose one..."
"Can't I have both?"
"Nope."
"Please?"
"No. Cavities would ruin your beautiful smile darling..."
"I can't decide..."

"You have to... They're melting."

Nothing at all...

Threw you the obvious
And you flew with it on your back
A name in your recollection
Down among a million same

Difficult not to feel a little bit
Disappointed and passed over
When I look right through,
See you naked but oblivious

And you don't see me
But I threw you the obvious
Just to see if there's more behind the
Eyes of a fallen angel,
Eyes of a tragedy

Here I am expecting just a little bit
Too much from the wounded
But I see, see through it all
See through, see you

'Cause I threw you the obvious
To see what occurs behind the
Eyes of a fallen angel,
Eyes of a tragedy

Oh well, oh well
Apparently nothing,
Apparently nothing at all
You don't see me

You don't see me at all...