Ca fait longtemps depuis la derniere fois qu’on s’est vu

Indeed, its been a long time since the skinhead has bothered to login here. Ahh it could be simply a lack of writing inspiration because more often than not, each time inspiration smacks me in the face, i reel from it for so long that i actually forget, true story.

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I read about the suicide of a college student whose dorm room sexual encounter with another man was webcasted. If nothing, the suicide of this college student, Clementi who was known as a shy but gifted 18year old violinist have taught us a lesson: Labels are for filing.  Labels are for clothing.  Labels are not for people.

Honestly, i’m no gay right activist. In fact, i’m not too enthusiastic about the whole gay thing. I confess myself instead a subscriber to South Park: You know what they say, you can’t teach a gay dog straight tricks. That pretty much sums up how i feel about homosexuality. Lesbians are even simpler, i mean what’s the point of being a lesbian if a woman is going to look and act like an pseudo man?

Though armed with these personal convictions and how i feel about homosexuality, i felt anguish for the young man whose life his roommate had destroyed. Gay or not, this man appeared to have a bright future ahead of him.

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Men speak of killing time, while time quietly kills them. Indeed, the hardest inertia of them all to overcome often sweeps us by in a manner so grand and majestic and swiftly that man can go nowhere; everything comes to us, like tomorrow, or for that matter, the 10pm of 10/10/2010 <3

So many things have happened in my absence, the more memorable of them all includes: the loss of my beloved N97, the breaking of weight plateaus repeatedly to reach 97kg (before dropping slowly back down to 93kg or so due to exams and an ankle injury), the ankle injury itself, the fucking pain and sleepless nights my wisdom tooth is causing me and lehui leaving on a jet plane today.

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eewww i wouldnt eat this chicken zz

This is mechanically separated chicken. Chickens are turned into this goop so we can create delicious chicken nuggets and juicy chicken patties. It’s obscenely gross and borderline alien but it’s not going to stop me from eating nuggets. They’re too good.

The process works a little something like this:

There’s more: because it’s crawling with bacteria, it will be washed with ammonia, soaked in it, actually. Then, because it tastes gross, it will be reflavored artificially. Then, because it is weirdly pink, it will be dyed with artificial color.

All these was taken from http://gizmodo.com/5654066/chicken-nuggets-are-made-from-this-pink-chicken-goop and boy did i freak out lol. I mean if you told me that was lovely all natural strawberry frozen yoghurt i might’ve bought your story, and your yoghurt. Holy shit, i aint not gonna eat no more chicken nuggets, not till i forget about this picture at least lol.

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My current weight is about 93-94kg or so, which is about a measly 204lbs): and i just heard couple of days back to qualify for the tertiary category for above 170cm for Musclewar, i’ve gotta make weight of 80kg tops. Yet another headache, lets see what i can do when dieting starts, which is pretty soon ahhah.

Now, lets get back to finishing what we started, you damn eggs and cheese.

Boy, life takes a long time to live

Boy, life takes a long time to live.

The skinhead has officially turned twenty! Life has not been smooth sailing for me all the way, but these short twenty years of my life i’ve learnt quite alot, but i could sum it up in one sentence: For every day there will be sunshine, there will be rain, its how we dance within them that shows our love and pain.

let us dance our worries away (its a good form of cardio i believe)

Oh my friends, its not about what they take away from you that really matters! but its what we do with what we have left that counts!

I really am getting a little ahead of myself right now.

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The last two weeks of school has been mind-blowing, cortisol-inducing, sleep-reducing, pimple-increasing so much so that despite the tremendous various inspirations i had to come on here to write, i never quite got down to doing it. Instead any time i had left at my disposition, i squandered it mostly on sleep. Lesson learnt: sleep helps all of the various symptoms i experienced above.

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I would love to take this opportunity to thank all the friends who did make it to the surprise party Lehui organized that day; i’m not one to wear my heart on my sleeve but i cannot begin to tell you how very grateful i am to everybody to have had celebrated my birthday in this very lavish manner!

Enough of the bantering, a picture speaks a thousand words so i believe i’m writing a 5938459820498 word research essay here yo!

making a nuisance out of themselves to my neighbours hahah

crystal and pei pei er acting cute wlao

ohno pls dont hurt my eyes anymore):

i swear actcute keratitis will strike me down if you continue):

kudos to jess and janna LOL God made them tall for a purpose hahah

poor me in the lift, they look like they're having fun though lol

not a pretty sight hahah lehui why you so happy ah

cake anyone?

aww with such friends, there really is nothing more i could wish for

A friend is someone who is there for you when he’d rather be anywhere else. Thank you all for being there even with the crazy amount of stress from school; it was especially unexpected because i was breaking down myself..

Lehui, i cannot thank you enough for the effort and time and everything else you put into arranging this. There is no surprise more magical than the surprise of being loved.  It is God’s finger on man’s shoulder, and for this i thank you again. What I need to live has been given to me by the earth but why I need to live has been given to me by you, <3

One Shot

You only get one shot, so make it count,

There comes a time when we come to a crossroad in our life. Fate is not kind to us; and this time is but a moment before we have to make our decisions.

You might never get this moment again.

This moment is fleetingly beautiful. But time is not kind to us; and it does not come to a complete standstill. In fact, it does not sojourn for us, it does not respite despite our desperate pleas.

The clock is ticking down, it’s the final round,

This is the defining moment for us. And in this sudden veer off course, we must choose our direction. Will we choose to fight for our destiny we think we deserve in our heart? Or will we simply accept what is set before us, and accept what others tell us we are.

So tell me what it is thats stopping you now.

This is the defining moment for us. In this desperate moment, who will we be? Will you succumb to the emptiness in your soul? Or will you listen to the small still voice in your head and choose to soldier on?

You never know unless you try,

The only limit to our realization of tomorrow will be our doubts of today, and simply because life is not like a candle that will glow briefly and weakly, let us try.

You’ll only regret, sitting wondering why,

Because life is a splendid torch, life is better than the best display of pyrotechnics we will ever see, let us burn it as brightly as possible. The choices we make will define the rest of our following days. When confronting the strange unknown that threatens to hurl us to places unheard of and depths unknown, most of us prefer to turn around and head back.

You only get one shot so watch this moment go by,

We only get one shot, and its only when we’re tested that we look deep inside of us and see who we truly are.

We only get one shot, the person we dream of becoming really do exist and its only behind the wall of fear and faith and heartache and belief.

You only get one shot so make it count , you might never get this moment again.

there is only one shot, and its now or never

Mondays with Benjamin

Two more things you should know about me: I abhor, and detest feeling how a sardine fish should feel, when i’m being shoved and packed and squeezed into a train cabin. I dislike everything about that, the elbow shoving, arms flailing and, the occasional whiff of an asshole’s armpit smelling like he probably has not washed it for days. That, is not cool at all. Secondly, i like to drive, the faster the better.

Don’t judge me.

I like to drive fast, not because i’m an inconsiderate asshole who pays no heed to the value of my life and the other motorists on the road. Nor is it because i’m a young man driven by superlatively high testosterone who craves the adrenaline rush from driving too fast to worry about my cholesterol levels, but that is another story that deserves its own post another time.

Life is a crowded expressway with confounding turns and winds and exits that could frustrate even the best GPS navigating systems, on which men like us are so liable to find ourselves speeding back in the direction we just came from.

I just don’t like the time wasted on travelling between places.

People who know me, this is probably your cue to either a) throw your head back and start chuckling in utter disbelief or well b) throw your head back and start chuckling in well, utter disbelief lol. There really isn’t anything else to choose from.

So i didnt have a great response to my dad when he hollered to me from where he was, ‘ HEY AARON I’M GONNA BE BUSY ON MONDAYS THIS COUPLE OF WEEKS. COULD YOU DO ME A FAVOUR AND PICK BENJAMIN UP FROM HIS TUITION? ‘

Honestly, i think my dad was hypocritical- that was simply not a question. That would mean time- probably close to an hour travelling there via public transport and slightly more than an hour back home. Two hours wasted on travelling!

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I’m typing this while comfortably seated in a bus due home in approximately an hour or so, with my little brother beside me. Fine, he’s not all that little (figure he gets the credit for the big stomach), and being a really mature thirteen years of age, the probability of him violently objecting to me labelling him little would actually be considerably high. I’m a teenage now, he’d probably claim proudly. Sigh, the kids nowadays.

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This is actually three weeks into this new arrangement, and a revelation just struck me while i was looking at my little brother whilst partaking in small talk about his school facilities, any chicks he fancied and so on. As much as i hated all these time wasted on travelling, which i feel could be squandered on something more meaningless and that i would enjoy, i realise this was simply not a waste of my time.

Our most basic instinct if you would allow my theatrics, is probably not for survival but for family. And so they say blood is thicker than water, even if you will die without water. Most of us would give our lives for the survival of a family member, yet we lead our daily lives too often as if we take our family for granted.

I have not been spending enough time with my little brother- standing by him whispering the much needed words of encouragement, sometimes nudging him in making the correct decisions and simply just being there for him. I need to be more aware of what he is doing in his life, applaud his efforts, acknowledge his successes, and root for him in his pursuits. I can no longer allow him to live by bread alone, and i’ve gotta butter him up occasionally (no matter how bad bread and butter is for his ever enlarging stomach).

Mondays with Benjamin, and Tuesdays with Morris. Both very enriching days.

Sometimes being a brother is better than being a superhero

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Love

what a beautiful plan lol

Right, what an awesome and beautiful plan!

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I believe life should not be struck off as days of our calender, but rather moments.

Someday many years from now, with balding heads and greying brows.             Friends will play mahjong at the table, but there still will be no mercy whatsoever! (READ THAT WELL, DENISE )

We gotta have another mahjong session together soon!

I like stamps

The sonorous cheers of fans at the recently concluded World Cup 2010 in South Africa has barely died down, and the vuvuzuelas not yet quite set down, that the media has published an article relating to thousands in Asia held over illegal world cup betting with about $10million seized during the crackdown in Singapore, Malaysia, China and Thailand according to Interpol.

In the confounding mishmash of humans and their destinies, more often than not, the determining factor is luck. For every imperative place in life there are many of fairly equal capacities. Among them, Lady Luck decides who shall accomplish the great work, who shall be crowned with laurel, and who shall fall back into silence and obscurity. Of course even in sporting endeavours, those with the blessed genes are often those who make the history books as the true heroes.

Is it me, or do i see a trend here- every four years, during or after the World Cup, there is a report on how our law enforcers local or worldwide have done all of us proud by having an unprecedented flabbergasting crackdown on illegal bookmakers here?

We all know when there is a demand, there will be a supply- legal or otherwise, somebody will arise to meet that demand.

I believe nothing has changed since that article, or staged crackdown. In fact right now, tens of thousands of people feeling lucky tonight are making that call to their bookie to place bets, or logging to check the odds on games tonight.

Indeed, a dollar won is twice as sweet as a dollar earned. Nuff’ said, my bookie is on the phone waiting for me to confirm my bets.

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Just that day i had an epiphany while collecting my letters; the usefulness of the postage stamp is found in its ability to stick to one thing till it gets to its destination. I think I like stamps.

Mommy, the doctor says i’ve a nevus!

Today while on my way to school, two men stood from a cabin entrance and watched me with cold silent eyes. Not used to having people daring to stand in my way, i was unnerved. I cowered in fear, lip quivering in terror of what was going to happen.

Alright you caught me, that didn’t really happen after all. I mean, i have never cowered in fear with lips quivering after that day i fought off king kong and his three evil accomplices, true story!

Anyway, they were policemen on duty aboard the train to keep us normal helpless citizens safe from would-be terrorists. They were decked in cool military gear, and i swear one was sporting a bulging stomach- he probably just caught a would-be terrorist and ate him whole, nice!

That was my ambition when i was young, seriously! Like any other kiddy boy my age, i wanted to be a policeman! Then a firefighter! Then superman! Then a robber! (only because they always seemed to wield cooler guns and weaponry than the policemen in shows) Then a professional fighter! Then a fighter pilot! Then a coach! And this video below will show you what exactly i am studying to become..

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HAHAH hilarious video seriously! Though i won’t get to shoot real bullets, i’ll be shooting puffs of air into eyes MUAHAHAHAH that sounds entirely evil, okay not exactly lol.

Anyway, i did mention i wanted to be a coach, and today a coach i am! I’m a swimming coach, as well as a coach at Genesis Performance Center! Swimming brings in more dough, but i am very proud indeed to be part of the team at Genesis!

Simply feast your eyes on these new dumbbells that reached our facility just last saturday!

Check out the magnetic micro-loading!

Imposing and beautiful eh

the Genesis logo emblazoned on it completes the package

I gotta admit, i suck at taking photos so these photos were taken by Jon himself! These dumbbells are fat grip, with rotating handles, adjustable with custom made add-on magnets and look cool and are indestructible! (solid stainless steel) How’s that lol, also they go up to 150lbs which is way too heavy for me right now- another reason to get bigger and stronger! And we’ve got a new coach on board- Jen, a good friend of mine as well hooray(:

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Some of the thoughts running around aimlessly in my mind now/ the past couple of days:

Holland played dirty during the finals, and Spain more than deserved to win simply based on sportsmanship.

You simply have no credibility anymore and i honestly cannot stand all your whining and grousing and whatnot no more, come on grow up. You’re pissing more people off than you think you can, its time for a change.

I think of a set as grabbing the bar and finishing whatever i want to complete with it, not resetting my grip and checking my stance and trying to catch my breath after each repetition. Sure that would count as an extended/ rest- pause set but not a set of five straight deadlifts probably, small difference, but still there.

The tale of a mole and a nevus. We always thought we had moles but damn, most of them are nevuses! It was a riot when we found out in school. Time to give that hairy mole on your ass a new name eh.

I detest double standards, especially if they concern my immediate future.

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My 20th birthday is coming up in just a little less than three weeks, and it’s flattering to say i’ve come a long way these twenty years. Read this if you haven’t already:

(http://youngandlethal.wordpress.com/2010/04/25/20-things-im-learning/)

I wont be a naggy bitch and come up with a oh-wow-look-at-this-ive-got-a-whole-new-list-that-looks-and-sounds-cooler list. I will however, most likely come up with a list of twenty things/people/situations that i should be more appreciative of in my life.

As we express our gratitude, we must never forget that the highest appreciation is not by uttering them words, but to live by them.

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Last by not least, Despicable Me is an awesome movie and you should definitely catch it, in 3D!

Stay strong and appreciative my friends!

On stress and courage, love and betrayals

I chanced upon two pieces of news today separately- one while sneakily fumbling around with my phone during a class so boring it was about to drive me insane, and another just minutes after i got on the computer tonight.

Both evoked a myraid of conflicting emotions within the deepest pits of my soul, which is rather amazing considering the fact i dont usually feel much emotions. Not that i’m unfeeling, that is probably due to the fact i dont ponder over something long enough to feel anything about it.

First was movie star Nicolas Tse hiring two bodyguards for his wife Cecilia Cheung during her recent visit to Shanghai to prevent her and old flame Edison Chen from meeting up. Cheung was among celebrities involved in the Edison Chen sex photo scandal two years ago and had been invited to Shanghai for a commercial event, while Chen was there to check out his newly-opened boutique.

You can close your eyes to the things you do not want to witness, but you cannot close your heart to the things you do not want to feel. It’s sad because our world and society has degraded to a level whereby you may be deceived if you trust too much, but you will live in torment if you don’t trust enough. Nicholas seems to be bearing the brunt of both ends.

In what a state coroner describes as a “sad coincidence”, two Pioneer Junior College (PJC) classmates died within three weeks of each other by jumping from high-rise flats last year- the second piece of heart-rendering news i stumbled upon.

My thoughts:

Suicide sometimes precedes from cowardice, but not always because cowardice sometimes prevent it. Oh the irony of it all!

Sure i mean life is like a movie, and if you’ve sat there WITHOUT POPCORN AND NACHOS WITH TONS OF CHEESE for half the show and its sucked so far (probably due to the missing nachos w cheese and popcorn), it probably wouldnt have a great ending and no one could bame you for walking out. I’m sure most of us have walked out on a couple of shows, or at least slept right through some.

However all in all, suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem. It’s like one of your tyre goes flat and since you can’t drive anyway, you get some nails and hammer them into all of your tyres.

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In other news, Spain is through to the finals! Excellent midfield there rendering Germany like helpless little sheep waiting for the kill, except Spain should seriously stop playing with their food because it made me a little nervous and fidgety damnit.

I am the mask you wear.

Everybody has a mask they don- spiderman has his, batman has his, you have yours and so do I.

We don masks that smiles and laughs,                                                                             putting on facades that hide our hearts.                                                                                   Concealing hurt, insecurities and anger,                                                                                in the hope nobody would ever see us real.

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I glance curtly at the brightly lit screen just a little above my head. So many numbers, but they don’t mean anything to me. It’s just me now, and the next number.

Quickly picking up the ball quietly waiting by me, a rush of adrenaline surges through me, quietly yet powerfully.

Turning to give the neatly arranged pins lined ahead of me all of my deserved attention, i pause only for the slightest moment- fighting my head’s notion to want to figure on an appropriate strategy. I simply grip the ball tighter and stare dead ahead.

The time is now.

I stride down the lane without the slightest hint of hesitation, throwing caution to the wind and any technique (honestly there’s none) out of the window. Then with an ungraceful flail of the arm (leg and body as well), the deed is done!

STRIKE!

Bowling is fun, and i have some talent! Look at the proof:D

aaron has talent thank

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I have plans to compete at the next Musclewar 2011, with a 20week dieting strategy that will commence a week after my birthday celebrations in august.

Lehui is not to be outdone, she wants to start from tomorrow onwards.

A basic outline of training for week 1-4:

Day A:  A1 Barbell back squat     A2 Front feet elevated split squats

B1 Military Presses         B2 Latpulldowns (4012)

C1 Close grip pronated curl

metcon: 5min thrusters

Day B:  A1 Romanian deadlift     A2 Hamstring curl (T: 3011)

B1 Cable rows       B2 Incline db bench press

C1 Tricep extensions db

High rep machine neutral grip rows for finisher. (20reps)

metcon: 3x 400m intervals, 90s rest

Note:    Tempo for all A and B exercises are with tempo of 4010 unless otherwise stated and are done for 4sets of 8-10 reps. C exercises are with tempo 3011 and done for 3sets of 12-15 reps.

Diet outline for week1 to week10:

Week1-4: High fat and protein, with 1meal with carbs every 3days after training.

Week5-8: High fat and protein, with 1meal with carbs every 2days for dinner.

Week9-10: Meals with carbs and protein for first 2/3 meals, and protein and fat for the remaining 3. (Diet break)

This diet is outlined for her in a way she can refrain from commiting suicide and still try to get leaner. We will post her before pics, with measurements in a short while. Tough love baby!(:

Bring the tough love on baby! lol whose line is that anyway

La Pura Verita

Hello, i’m aaron. some ppl call me skinhead, others botak whatever, you could oi me if you like and if i knew you, id holler right back at you.

That my friends, is the simple truth.

And the reason this blog is here, is because i like writing as the address of this page suggests- skinhead likes to write! On the spur of the moment, i’d like to write on insights into my life, some bullshit, some of the more sombre topics in our society, some training and diet logging, more bullshit et cetera. Oh so you noticed i mentioned bullshit twice, how observant!

I believe i’m one hell of a young man, who is out to wring every last decent thing life actually has to offer me, and that could be pretty damn alot considering how strong i am (at least i like to think so, IF you happen to disagree, kindly do not pop my bubble please lol).  Couple of things about me: i love to eat, i do things as and when i want to do them, and i love to go anywhere in life, so long as its foward.

That my friends, is La Pura Verita.