Happy-Clappy

You know the feeling?

A little giddy, a lot of giggling and sometimes, slightly blonde?



I feel just like that today.

And I am happy =)

I feel...

#songstuckinmyhead




I am a firm believer of timing.

I've said this before and I'll say it again-

There is no such thing as the perfect person, only perfect timing.

Going Places with CrossFit



I chanced upon this CrossFit website. It's an affiliate in an orphanage in India.

I may sound slightly backward by saying this but I assumed CrossFit only existed in the more well-to-do parts of the world. Imagine my surprise when I discovered that there was an affiliate not only in an under-developed country but in an orphanage no less!

I think this is awesome! Why?
1) Because CrossFit trains not only the body but also one's mind and attitude- good foundation to grow up on.

2) On top of that, it gives the orphans something to look forward to everyday- new challenges (if I am excited to do WODs, I'm sure every other CrossFitter is too).

3) AND, some may even grow up to become trainers themselves thereby planting CrossFit affiliates all over India- great career opportunity (repeat #1 & #2).

The person responsible for bringing CrossFit to the orphanage is a lady who runs the place. She has my utmost respect. More of her story here. The orphans get their daily dose of WOD goodness from the MotherShip.

You know, I can sort of see myself doing this.
I've always had a deep conviction (#10) to bring the message of hope to the hopeless (simply put), and to kids specifically. What better way to penetrate a community than by using CrossFit as the neutral ground since sports is welcomed by every one?

Hmm... I shall hold on to that thought for a bit.

How la?

I visited a sports equipment store today and they had the machine to measure one's fat and muscle thingies.

Apparently, I have 2 more kgs of muscles to gain (What they deemed is within the normal range. Any more and I'd have too much muskels. Rawr!) AND 7kgs of fat to lose.

That is helluva lot to lose.
0.o

PushMore, more?

Weights

To keep track of my weights and to also record my progress.

Bar bells
Deadlifts @ 50kg
Back Squats @ 40kg
Front Squats @ 20kg
Thrusters @ 20kg
Power Cleans @ 20kg
Over Head Squats @ 14.5kg
Push Jerks @ 14.5kg

Kettle bells
Swings @ 12kg
Single Arm Swings @ 12kg
Sumo Deadlift High Pull @ 12kg
Double Presses @ 8kg
Snatch @ 8kg
Clean & Jerk @ 8kg
Double Push Jerks @ 8kg

Dumb bells
Push Press @ 20lbs
Power Snatch @ 20lbs
Presses @ 15lbs
Renegade Man Makers @ 10lbs (funny name)

Good workout today.
Did *"Nancy" followed by 350m walking lunges, which, I'm doing for the 2nd time after Thu's WOD.
Like my bum-bum not sore enough...
Sucker for pain, I am.

*"Nancy"
5 Rounds for time of:
Run 350m
15 Overhead Squats


Pic of me when I first started out with 8kg KB swings.




You know, I need to get a life outside of PushMore.

would have, could have, should have...

I would have said yes to waking up with you every morning to catch the sunrise.



If you'd have asked.

Alibibi & Cocobels



You know how some people can just light up your world with their presence?
Such are these two to me.
<3

Knowing When



Maybe we like the pain. Maybe we're wired that way.
Because without it, I don't know;
maybe we just wouldn't feel real.
What's that saying?
Why do I keep hitting myself with a hammer?
Because it feels so good when I stop.

- Meredith Grey

remember

"Murph"

Today's workout was pretty insane.
Took me about 1hr 20mins to complete.
It was awesome nonetheless.

"Murph"
For time of:
Run 1.6km
100 Pull Ups
200 Push Ups
300 Squats
Run 1.6km

Random thought-
I love running in the rain.
It's the same feeling I get when I swim under the rain.
Miss that.

What was it about following your dreams again?

I just need to shout this out to the world coz I think it's way cool.

A very good friend of mine has thrown in the towel to chasing the corporate life.
Say buh-bye to creative briefs and clients' ridiculous demands coz she has resigned herself to doing the one thing she loves most- baking.

She's only in her mid-twenties and to have the courage to side step and pursue her passion is awesome!



She starts as a chef in the desserts section of Marche Singapore! How cool is that?!!
Brilliant way to get a foot into the industry as Marche sends their chef abroad for trainings too.

She's young and climbing a very different ladder now.


"Choose a job you love and you will never have to work a day in your life."
- Confucius

the frailty of life



This is to remember uncle #1, who succumbed to lung cancer and passed on early this morning.

Death in the family is so rampant that I’ve become immune to it.
The last one was uncle #2, about 3 years ago. He lost his battle to throat cancer.
(As you can tell, it runs in the family).

As I was leaving for work this morning, I saw my dad curled up in a feotal position on the bed.
He had his back facing me so I couldn't tell for sure if he was just really tired (having been up at my uncle’s place the whole night) or grieving.
I reckon it’s the latter.

I don’t feel the loss as much as I was never really close to uncle #1.
Nonetheless, losing someone in the family is never easy.
Having said that, the pain is somehow pacified by the fact that we sort of saw it coming.
It was only a matter of time.

That is what terminal illnesses give you- time.
The dying - time to make amends and to do everything you've ever wanted.
The living - time to make amends and to prepare yourself for the worst.

Of my 3 uncles who've all lost their lives to cancer, uncle #1 is the most resilient.
He was fine and dandy for a couple of years having survived colon cancer.
And then last year the doctors detected cancer cells in his lungs. One of his lungs had collapsed.
He had to quit smoking (for obvious reasons).
Up until a month or two ago, he could still drive himself to the market, do his shopping and cook for the family. All this with ONE lung.

He lived out his life, whatever that was left of it, to the fullest.
It just saddens me that he isn't living out the rest of it in eternity.

The Archipelago Of Kisses

We live in a modern society.
Husbands and wives don't grow on trees, like in the old days.
So where does one find love?
When you're sixteen it's easy,
like being unleashed with a credit card in a department store of kisses.



There's the first kiss.
The sloppy kiss. The peck.
The sympathy kiss. The backseat smooch.
The we shouldn't be doing this kiss.
The but your lips taste so good kiss.
The bury me in an avalanche of tingles kiss.
The I wish you'd quit smoking kiss.
The I accept your apology, but you make me really mad sometimes kiss.
The I know your tongue like the back of my hand kiss.

As you get older, kisses become scarce.
You'll be driving home and see a damaged kiss on the side of the road, with its purple thumb out.
If you were younger, you'd pull over, slide open the mouth's red door just to see how it fits.

Oh where does one find love?
If you rub two glances, you get a smile.
Rub two smiles, you get a warm feeling.
Rub two warm feelings and presto-you have a kiss.

Now what?
Don't invite the kiss over and answer the door in your underwear.
It'll get suspicious and stare at your toes.
Don't water the kiss with whiskey.
It'll turn bright pink and explode into a thousand luscious splinters,
but in the morning it'll be ashamed and sneak out of your body without saying good-bye,
and you'll remember that kiss forever by all the little cuts it left
on the inside of your mouth.

You must nurture the kiss.
Turn out the lights.
Notice how it illuminates the room.
Hold it to your chest
and wonder if the sand inside hourglasses comes from a special beach.
Place it on the tongue's pillow, then look up the first recorded kiss in an encyclopedia:
beneath a Babylonian olive tree in 1200 B.C.

But one kiss levitates above all the others.
The intersection of function and desire.
The I do kiss.
The I'll love you through a brick wall kiss.
Even when I'm dead, I'll swim through the Earth,
like a mermaid of the soil, just to be next to your bones.

Jeffrey McDaniel

The Ones Who Matter

The older I grow, the lazier I am to make new friends.
I don't mind acquaintances. That's easy- "Hello" "Goodbye"

What I mean are friends who matter.
Friendship, like any relationship takes work to grow and maintain and sometimes calls for sacrifices.

I'm thankful for the ones who've stuck by me for the longest time- my circle of trust.
The ones who've loved and accepted me for who I am even when it was difficult to do so.