Enter the Lion's Den

2009-03-24T17:28:00.002+08:00

Just a lil something to think about.. :)..

How do you stack up, Slick?

Most guys are physically weak and only "work out" when they're feeling particularly bad about staying up all night drinking and oogling women they'd never have a chance with.

Most guys spend more money on beer than they do on quality food. (And it's piss-beer, at that.)

Most guys have absolutely no idea what kind of body women find attractive.

Most guys are in debt up to their eyeballs and have no way to get out. They then spend money on frivolous, materialistic crap and end up paying 18% interest on something that cost $9.50.

Most guys who have the means skimp on nice clothing and dress like homeless people. Most guys don't have a post-workout shake and still wonder why they're not gaining muscle as quickly.

Most guys can't cook...... god, thats sad.........

Most guys only get laid a couple of times per year. And if it's more, most guys screw the same manipulative, bitchy girlfriend who has their balls in a vise grip.

Most guys sit on their ass all day and waste time watching trashy sitcoms.

Most guys haven't opened a book since high school.

Most guys can't deadlift their own body weight.

Most guys don't even know what a deadlift is.

Most guys back down when they need to stand strong and make up with bombast and ego when
they need to feel worthwhile.

Most guys act tough when they feel threatened.

Most guys work a job they hate.

Most guys live a life they hate, or worse, a life they quietly tolerate.

Most guys are sheep who settle for what was given to them. Most guys don't know their families well.

Most guys hesitate and miss their chance to talk a beautiful girl.

Most guys don't know what they're doing tomorrow.

Most guys have no idea how good a top-notch bourbon, glass of malbec, or a craft beer really tastes.

Most guys are looking for the bigger, better deal and don't live in the present.

Most guys don't travel outside of their city, state, or country.

Most guys make excuses for everything. Most guys react to every situation.Most guys give us a bad name.

Most guys survive. DON'T be most guys.

Thrive..... Progress..... Evolve to the next level.... Don't be "these guys"!!!

Taaagged!!!

2008-09-05T23:06:00.004+08:00

Aikz.... looks like i got tagged by my GF kim and she REALLY wants me to try it.. iv read her fair share of tags anyway so its only fair that i do some of my own.. haha.. iv never been tagged my whole life b4 so here goes...

Name: Tng Ern Yi
Sisters: None im an only child
Brothers: NONE!!
Shoe size: UK 8 US 10
Height: 5'6''
Where do you live: My hometown or where i currently reside? Im originally from Klaung Johor but im located mostly in PJ/KL these days.
Favorite drinks: Ice cold plain water tops the list next to that would be cold coconet water and cold choc milkshakes
Favorite breakfast: steak, ham, bacon, cheese all kinda meaty stuff la.. sugery cereal wit rich cold milk is awesome too.. Althought my regular breakfast is usually oatmeal and egg whites which i really dont complain about at all.
Have you ever been on a plane: Sadly.. nope
Swam in the ocean: Sadly i cant swim either..
Fallen asleep at school: Suprisingly.. actaully i havnt... i mean iv slept IN school... literally but iv never done it in class before..
Broken someone's heart: Yeeeeah i think iv done my fair share..
Fell of your chair: Yeees.. of course..
Sat by the phone all night waiting for someone to call: Yeah.. who hasnt..
Saved e-mail: Yea.. cos iv been to lazy to delete them
What is your room like: Bodybuilding and wrestling posters everywhere.. kinda spacious..
What's right beside you: TV
What is the last thing you ate: Broccoli
Ever had chicken pox: Yeap.. hated it
Sore throat: Yeeeeap
Stitches: Yeap numerous occasions when i was younger
Do you believe in love at first sight: Yea why not..
Like picnics: If done well.. yea why not..
Who was the last person you danced with: Kim.. my GF :)
Last made you smile: Kim again.. just thinking about her..
You last yelled at: Havnt yelled in a while.. oh yea.. now i remember.. it was family business..kinda personal..

Today did you:
Talk to someone you like: Weeeell.. not really.
Get sick: Nope with weather like this i wont be getting sick anytime soon :)
Kissed anyone: Nope
Talk to an ex: Don't have an ex....
Miss someone: Yea.. i miss my baby girl kim...
Eat: Yeeeeesss... 7 times a day....
Best feeling in the world: To be able to love and be loved :)!!!
Do you sleep with stuffed animals: NOOOOOooooooo... are you crazy!?!?!
What's under your bed: Nothing i sleep with my bed on the floor.
Who do you really hate: A lot of ppl la.. but i malas nak cakap.. you know who you are..
What time is it now: 12 midnite

Random:
Is there a person on your mind now: YEsss... my baby girl Kim..
Do you have any siblings: NOOOO.. how many times i gotta say im and ONLY CHILD cukup??.
Do you want children: Whoa... waaaay too early to ask.. of course id say no now..
Do you smile often: I think so.. i try to smile as often as i can..
Do you like your hand-writing: Are you kidding?!?! I hate it.. Thank god for computers..
Are your toe-nails painted: WTH?!?! im a GUY and i go to the GYM and lift super heavy weights and i do JUDO ok.. does that answer ur question??
Whose bed other than yours would you rather sleep in: Any bed thats cool and spacious and can be slept in with my baby... who will probably want the blanket to herself lol.
What color shirt are you wearing now: Black undertaker wrestling T-shirt..
What were you doing at 7.00pm yesterday: Eating i believe.. either that or watching T.V
I can't wait till...: Not really rushing anything.. i guess id really like to see my baby and a big fat paycheque
When did you last cry: Honestly.. cant remember last year i think..
Are you a friendly person: i think so... i hope so.. i try to be
Do you have any pets: Not really.. althought iv got a GF thats fairly like a lil kitten..
Where is the person you have feelings for right now?: Shes probably sitting in her room rite now chatting and surfing the net..
Did the last person you held hands with mean anything to you now?: Of course.. when her hands touch mine it just feels like a glimpse of heaven on earth..
Do you sleep with the TV on: Naaah hardly.. althought i do come close tho sometimes...
What are you doing right now: Doing this thing bloody long Tag on this bloody slow com thats KILLING ME!!!
Have you ever crawled through a window?: Yeap.. as a kid why not...
Can you handle the truth?: Yes.. id prefer to be told the hard truth out of love by those who care than to be smothered with sweet lies by those who only want to use me..
Are you too forgiving: I forgive but i dont forget...
Are you closer to your mother or father?: My mom anytime.. love her to bits...
Who was the last person you cried in front of?: Honestly i have no idea.. no idea..
How many people can you say you've really loved?: Errr.. sorry private info..
Do you eat healthy: I conciously make an effort to.. id say i do..
Do you still have pictures of you and your ex: I dont have an ex laaa.. how many times i gotta say...
Have you ever cried because of something someone said to you?: Yea dont we all.. you dont cry for no apprent reason you know..
If you're having a bad day, who are you most likely to go to?: Either Kim or il jsut be alone... really depends..
Are you loud or quiet most of the time?: Most ppl say im loud but i have my quite moments alone..
Are you confident: Id like to think i am..

5 things I was doing 10 years ago:
1.Being a complete nuisence to my parents and teachers
2. Just starting to get the hang of the internet
3.Starting to develop crushes over the oppsite sex
4.Started to watch wrestling Haha...
5. Started listening to rap and metal music

5 things on my to-do list today:
1. Train
2. Eat
3. Buy pants
4. See my grandma
5. Err.. go online?

5 snacks I enjoy:
1. Ruffles!!! Cheetos!! Doritos!!
2. Anything Cheesy!!
3. Cottage Fries
4. Big Apple Donuts
5. Cheesy peeled shrimp

5 things I would do if I were a billionaire:
1. Get myself some good property and a nice house preferably overseas
2. Invest in business preferably entertainment or fitness line
3. Get my Hummer and Harley
4. Travel the world with my sweetheart
5. Start a athelets funds

5 of my bad habits:
1. Procrastination
2. Being too self centred at times
3. Being occasionally reckless
4. Making people wait hehe..
5. Occasionally being rowdy and hotheaded...

Dedicated to my love... Our first kiss..

2008-08-27T01:45:00.003+08:00

Just when i thought is seen it all
our paths crossed and we met
And right from the first glance
I knew you'd be hard to forget
Your eyes caught me at first with its innocence
but somehow your character spoke of confidence
I so badly wanted to hold you in my arms
and kiss you just to see you smile
When we finally did it was more than what i expected
and for that moment we erased the tensions between us
together with our questionable first impressions
The akwardness and uncertainty between us
vanished like a fog into thin air
almost as if it was never there
We kissed again and this time we felt the passion
for this time we knew it was certain.

What a weekend...

2008-08-25T01:54:00.004+08:00

Here i am.. 1am on a monday morning blogging when normally u would have been asleep at 11 or 12 already well i can afford to wake up late these days so i might as well savour the oppurtunity althought i hope it doesnt become a habit.. and before i say anything else lemme start by saying i am absolutely so glad its been raining the past few days and i have absolutely no complains whatsoever about the weather (even thought there are times i get caught in the rain or get stuck in the jam).

Had an awesome weeked with my beautiful girlfriend Kim, we caught Wall-E at cenileisure damansara which turned out to be really good.. Now im usually more into action movies so you'd think id prefer something like death race or something else so what on earth am i catching this for? (well.. it could be the girl lol..)

Wall - E reminded me again tht it doesnt take a lot of blood gore and action (althought it does help) to make a good movie (to me almost any action movie is a good movie..) it actually reminded me of the disney movies i used to watch as a kid funny yet dramatic and attention grabbing . After walking a while a the curve we headed to my place to chill out before dinner ( you'll have have to ask my gf if im a good cook or not lol) in which i cooker her pasta . After not having seen her in almost a week its nice to be able to spend time wit her at my place with no rushing no deadlines no classes or clients just me and her til the evening.

The following day we had lunch again after an interesting church service in which the message tht i received was not to limit how god could speak to you. Its so silly when you think about how we just like to mold our understanding of god according to our image and limitations like infants being unable to grasp what is beyond the crib. But its truly saddening when we start to condemn and point fingers at each other when our expectations are not met and worst still to do it in the name of god strangly at times sometimes even with good intentions. There are many reasons for this but the bottom line is we are all humans created equal none higer none lower and none perfect and it is through are imperfection that we are able to give and receive humility and grace. *Sigh* Too bad it's much easier said than done.. I just hope and pray tht i myself am able to keep myself humble from day to day realizing that at the end i am merely in instrument in his plan and that all i have all that i am is truly because of him and his plan for me.

After lunch we headed to Kim's place and hung out there til around 6 and went for dinner at bangsar after which i headed back home... Thanks Kim for the great weekend i know your trials are coming up soon so just try your best baby take care ok... I love you...

2nd Coming.......

2008-08-19T12:47:00.004+08:00

Hey everyone.. I know this blog has been left abandoned for ages and i havnt done anything with my friendster blog either to be honest. A couple of reasons for this is that iv just been too busy to go all the way to and internet cafe sit down slowly ponder and put down all the details of what happens in my life another reason is that im just not the bloging type.. im a pretty private person as iv mentioned before and putting down certain details may or may not invoke some unwanted attention..

Well having said that i now have internet connection back home and althought i still will be rather selective in what i decided to write in my blog i do intend to use it to give people a better insight into my life, as well as the poetry which some people have urged me to continue writing.. thank you!! Well... I have to go now.. The gym beckons as well my driving classes after that.. take care everyone and keep checking...

Thank You...

2006-09-13T12:15:00.000+08:00

hey iv been blogging more frequently at my friendster blog so you might want to go there some time if you find i havnt blogged here for a while here's the link: http://daironlion.blogs.friendster.com/my_blog/

Meanwhile..here's my latest blog...

"Thank You"

Today I was in the weight room at 4:15 pm at a hardcore gym hammering my triceps to a bloody pulp, set after set. I just didn't want to put the wieght down… What an addict. There was complete silence--no television, no radio, no conversations. I was by myself, the same way I started this thing 5 years ago.

It's amazing how clear the recollections can be about moments like this one. It comes back to me when I remember being injured; all the days I had to stay away were so frustrating. I could smell it. I could hear it. I could see it all so clearly in my mind. It's like that. You become so focused, so mechanical, it's almost religious Then one day you look up and see the light shining through the windows, the heat of the sun outside outside, the whole world is at rest. Right now you are the only man alive... You are a monster, a savior, a demon. This just feels so real, so alive. I looked up from a ton of weight and saw myself in a dirty mirror… I can't believe how much I love this moment and the collection of moments just like this one. I just looked up and said, “Thank you.”

That's why it always made me laugh seeing those shoe ads, “Just do it.” You say to yourself, “I've been doing it alright, for the past 5 years to be exact.” I never needed a shoe salesman to tell me how to get it done. Corporate encouragement isn't what builds a warrior or an athlete. I've been knuckled up against the grain for a while now. Ass in the bucket squats, dumbbells bigger than most adult men, snorting fire like a dragon. I do it cuz it's not for sale, not because it's profitable, and it sure won't make no shoe ad.

That is where the value comes from, because there are so few things left that aren't for sale. What I want to say is, remember to look up once in while and be thankful for this opportunity, this time, and the guts to live it like there is no tomorrow. We've been given a chance to walk in a world apart from the others, but together our footsteps are like thunder. Be steadfast.

The various characters in the gym...

2006-08-30T23:22:00.000+08:00

Was in johor the past 2 weeks for my semester break and while managing the gym and visiting various gyms around johor i couldnt help but notice the diffrent characters iv seen my four years of being in the industry, here's a compilation:

The Model

The most common gym lurker. As the name implies, this guy works on muscles to show off at the bar, with purpose of impressing chicks and to brag tht he goes to the gym to "workout". Usually, it's a young guy between 15-25 years old, who's at the gym working on every upper body muscle he can see from the front. But cant squat, bench or deadlift anything beyond 135 pounds.(and hes been like this for years and years) They are always saying tht they "dont want to get to big" but when they see a really big guy start assuming it must be the use of roids the suppliments he uses or genetics.

Their routine consists of endless curls, bench presses, pushdowns and seated presses. Once in a while, you see him throw in a few lat pulldowns and set after set of crunches just for fun.

The Baby Sitter/ The Meditator

How many times have you been pounding through a workout and you look up to see the next piece of equipment you need in order to continue the barrage of punishment currently being used? To keep your intensity, you bypass the desired equipment for now and decide to come back to it later. Finally later arrives and you look up and the piece of equipment is STILL in-use by the SAME person! Okay, you say to yourself, I'll come back to it.

Later,you turn to check if the equipment you need is yet available. Again, the same person is sitting there. To top it off, they are either sitting on the equipment staring into thin air (thus earning them the title "the meditator") or they've been having a conversation with someone else for the past 15 minutes! These are what I refer to as "Baby Sitters". They feel the need to baby sit equipment for long periods of time. when you politely ask to work-in, they look up and say, "I have 2 more sets and it's all yours". Knowing they could have completed 20 sets in the amount of time they had been sitting idle.

When im working out i usually just avoid them altogether and do something else but when i get complains about them ill often insist that they move on to other exercises. So, if you are in search of a really good baby-sitter, you may want to start at your local gym. I'm sure you'll find several qualified experts!

The reporter

This type of guy is rare and is often well disguised, but you don't want to run into him. This guy wants to discuss how much you lift lifting, what you eat eat, what you drink, what you wear, how you breathe,what music you listen to, how you do your laundry, what you feed your dog, yada yada yada... pretty much anything and everything about your life with you, often in great detail and the worst part is they love to do it while you are training. They want to know everything about you and your workout but seldom ever follow it they ask and ask and ASK about often very obvious infomation over and over again to the extend where you start to feel like a celeberity being hounded by the paparazzi.

Now, I have nothing against conversation, especially workout talk, but this guy doesn't know when to stop and turns a one-hour workout into two. Hey...if you wanna talk, talk in the locker room or better yet invite the man for a drink and then ask away....you have 15 hours a day to ask whatever you want so don't pick my workout time to do it.

Mr. Scream

No matter what weight this guy is using, or what rep he's on, he feels the need to share his pain with us.What makes it even more astonishing is that this person will be lifting a small amount of weight. I've had and have the privilege to experience quite a few occasions where the "Screamer" has made his presence known. I always remember something I was told when I first started training. I was having a conversation with a lady who was training next to me when a screamer yelled at the top of his lungs. Trying to suppress my laughter, she turns to me and says, "You know, I always heard that the noises a person makes while training are the same ones they make while in bed".

A certain amount of noise is understandable, and even expected on certain movements (i.e., squats), but nobody wants to hear you yell through 4 sets of pushdowns. He screams with every single rep of the workout heck..he may even scream during his warm ups just to get attention.

Rack And Roller

This has to be seen to be believed: this guy goes to the dumbbell rack, picks the heaviest dumbbells off the rack (dumbells which probably weight more than him), places them on the floor and then rolls them to whatever bench he's working on. He then attempts to lift the dumbells (which is a seriously sorry sight to behold) and fails which results in him muttering to himself. He's under the impression that everyone cares how much he's lifting, and wants us to know that any other day he could have made the lift. If you see this, make sure to avoid eye contact, otherwise you'll end up hearing a lengthy, bullsh*t explanation for the travesty you have just witnessed.

When he's done, he rolls them back. It's a good thing too... I mean I wouldn't want him to exert himself. Especially funny when they're hex dumbbells!

The Hurler

Unfortunately, this has nothing to do with puking. This guy feels the need to launch any weight he's just finished using, especially dumbbells, onto the floor which makes a HUGE boom which can be heard thru out the gym which gets the attention of everyone. Not only is this a hazard for anyone near him, it breaks down the dumbbells and the floor and can be totally irritating.

Losing control when lowering weights might happen once in awhile, but launching the weights so everyone can look and see how much you used is pathetic.

The Tag Team

This is one the the most funny and quite often seen incidences in the gym, i first saw this in a gym in Batu Pahat which consisted of an old guy (around his 60's and) and a younger guy (around his 20's). The team, as the name implies, is actually two guys working together to lift the same weight.

This is almost always on the bench press, where one guy loads the bar up and his friend helps him pull every rep after the second one. The younger guy practically got the bicep workout of his life "assisting" the older guy with his "benchpress".

I've even seen instances where two guys helped one guy on all of his reps. Rhetorical question time: If you need help in every rep to bench 400 lbs, do you really bench 400?

The Entourage

Another one that borders on cliché: You've seen the group of guys - lifting together. They almost always congregate at the bench or preacher station. They hog up this area without seeming to do any work. They love to praise each other and talk about the "heavy" weight they've just lifted and are very defensive should any one of their members be under seige.

They're more interested in what party they're going to or which chick they're trying to score with. Lord help you if you want to bench when they're around.

The Scholar

I see guys carry bodybuilding mags around the gym all the time. Usually they're trying to follow some bullshit 30-set routine; I feel bad for them but it doesn't really bother me. What irritates me is the guy reading a book in between sets.

You shouldn't be able to talk between sets, much less have the ability to read a book. I mean, if you're not going to put real effort in, then why bother in the first place? Last time I checked, there were no studies showing that reading Men's Health which training is anabolic. And DO NOT try and gimme tht kinda bulls*it advice while im wroking out..

Desperado

Hoho.. im sure almost every gym has at least one of these guys, whose sole purpose at the gym is to search for someone to rub up against. His habits of constantly leering at, hitting on, or "accidentally" bumping into the female members make him a nuisance. One of these days he's going to bump the wrong girl and end up with a 25 lb plate sticking in the side of his head.

The Coffee Drinkers

You have to train in the morning to notice this fine breed of gym goer. You know the guys and gals that just sit in the juice bar sipping on their Latte carrying on a nice little conversation with their fellow coffee drinkers while you are busting your butt. They will do 1 set every 10 minutes. If you train in Fitness First you will notice them at the juice bar sometimes with green tea or any of the carbonated drinks they offer (hmm...i wonder how the drinking a litre of coke before your workout can be good when you wanna burn fat..)

The Flirting Bimbo

All you guys know who she is. She is one of the hottest girls in the gym but she is also the most annoying. She is the one that comes up to you after you have just blasted out a set of squats from hell and bats her eyes at you then proceeds to ask you "can you please come take these plates off the leg press, they are just too heavy for me". Which is fine once, twice or even three times but after some time you just feel like telling her "Hell no, what do I look like, your personal trainer?" You know how moody one can be after doing a set of brutal squats.

The Bodybuilder wannabe

Nothing annoys me more than while I am in the middle of a set and this poor excuse for a physique comes over and offers his unwanted advice. Always critiquing the way you are training and that his way is so much better. Im not against giving useful advice but Hey buddy, if your advice is the best why don't you look any better than what you do. Unless you've got a body with something to prove, weight more than 275 pounds ripped and have a whole string of competitions pls get lost, besides if i wanted your advice..id ask...

Pre-Workout Ramblings From A Dedicated Bodybuilder.....

2006-07-10T11:19:00.000+08:00

Its been some time since iv posted anything but here's a little something taken out of my daily life when i was training for my competition, i thought id put into writing...

It’s exactly 5:55pm. I’m sitting in front of my computer, choking down a bowl of tuna. I have a bottle of water beside me and am preparing for my 7pm workout: back and biceps.

I don’t particularly enjoy the taste of tuna, in fact, I don’t like it in the least. But one can provides me with 30 grams of solid muscle-building protein, and that’s why I eat it. I don’t eat it for the taste; I eat it for the effect. And nothing tastes better than looking in the mirror to see massive, ripped muscles. I want a physique that demands respect, and I’ll do whatever I need to get it.

As I sit here and write this, my stomach churns with butterflies. Why? It’s because tonight I must put forth the best back and bicep workout I’ve ever performed. If I don’t, I will not grow, plain and simple. The entire basis for gaining muscle size and strength is progression, and if I don’t progress, I’ll have to wait an entire week to get another chance. I have to be better than I’ve ever been in my entire life, and if I fail, my muscle growth will stagnate.

Tonight I’ll be performing a total of 10 muscle-building sets. Each set will last around 30 seconds each. This means that I have a total of 5 minutes of actual lifting time tonight. 5 minutes that will make me or break me. 5 minutes that separates me from my goals. 5 minutes, that’s all I’m going to get.

It’s going to be a hard-fought battle. I’m not taking any shortcuts or looking for an easy way out. I want a wide, powerful back and mountains for biceps. I’m looking to carve that back into a thick slab of pure, raw muscle mass with cuts and striations like the statue of a Greek God. You won’t see me rowing cables or tossing 10 pound dumbbells around like a wimpy little spandex clown. You’ll see me in the corner of the gym, where most people steer clear of, where dust gathers the quickest. I’ll be grinding out sets of heavy deadlifts with all of the passion and heart I can muster. The kind of sets that make your teeth grit, your gut wrench, your entire body burn and on some occasions, your lunch go flying. I’ll be following that up with overhand wide-grips chin-ups, barbell rows and barbell shrugs. I purposely choose the toughest exercises because I know that they reap the greatest rewards. I’m not afraid of hard work.

You see, there’s a big difference between guys who “just lift weights” and those that are serious about their training and serious about their results. If you want real, true, significant muscle and strength gains, you’d better get serious about it.

Stop making excuses for yourself. Stop skipping meals and performing workouts with half-assed intensity. Stop taking the easy way out by choosing the least uncomfortable exercises. Start training like a true gym warrior. Treat every workout as if it was your last, because one day that will be true.

People have asked me how I was able to make the drastic muscle and strength gains that I did in such a short time and without steroids of any kind. Do you want the answer? Come and watch me train. Compare my workout intensity and effort to 99% of the other lifters around me in the gym. You’ll get your answer right there. Nobody said building muscle was easy. And if they did, they were lying.

Get out of your comfort zone and onto the battlefield. If every workout isn’t a war, you’ll never truly reach your goals. The satisfaction of victory is proportionate to the difficulty of the battle. Train like your life depends on it, and you will surely be rewarded for your efforts.

The bodybuilder's version of Job..

2006-04-22T02:42:00.000+08:00

Verily, I say, the day came, when Satan and God were working out together. During benching, God said to Satan, look at my servant Job, he benches twice his bodyweight, and has better proportions than you do Satan. Satan in his anger, retorted, that is because you allow Job to have test and fina, and jump his cycles with Dbol. Take those away and Job will shrink.

So God, allowing this possibility, came one night, and took all of Jobs sources gear, and replaced it with fakes. Now when Job went to buy a cycle again, all he recieved was sugar pills, and oil. Jobs wife was the first to notice the difference, when Job didn't chase her around the house demanding sex 24 hours a day after his cycle had begun. Job also noticed, his strength didn't skyrocket, as it usually did. Upset, he called out to God "Lord, Lord, why have you forsaken me?" God however, did not reply.

Job, knowing gear was just one part of the puzzle, did not lose his faith. He instead, trusted in God, and ate super clean, lifted heavy, took creatine, protein powder and his other supplements and made sure he got additional rest. Jobs gains kept comming, although at a slower rate.

That day, Satan and God were doing legs. God said, "Verily, look at my servant Job, I have taken away his juice, and he yet gains" Giving Satans small wheels a smirking glance as he spoke. Satan angrily retorted "It is because you allow him creatine, and other supplements...take those away, and Job will shrink, and stop lifting"

God again conceded this point, and made Jobs creatine go bad, and his other supplements useless intert powder. The next day, Job noticed he wasn't pissing his usual flourescent colors because of his high vitamin intake, and realized what had happened. Again, he called to God "Why have you forsaken me?" Again, God did not reply. Now Jobs lifting partners got into it, telling Job "obviously you have pissed off God, and you may as well quit lifting" Job however, was undeterred. He knew God had given him a body that would respond to simply a clean diet, and hard workouts, so he continued, and his gains continued.

Now during Back and bicep day, Satan stormed in angrily, and demanded "Who is this Job? You have taken away his gear, his supplements, and yet he STILL trains, and he STILL grows!" To this God replied, Job isa wise man, who knows, I have gifted him, and all of My children, with a body that will grow WITHOUT supplements and without juice. Thru all My persecutions, Job has kept consistant, and has not faltered in his faith, therefore, he has continued to grow. Satan stormed angrily back to hell, his 13" guns shaking in rage.

God however, finished his workout, then blessed Job with painless high mg/mL gear, and purer protein powder. He also blessed Job with an additional inch on his arms, and 4 inches on his chest, while removing an inch from his waist, that all could see..the blessings of God for those who kept their faith in the body He had given them

The bodybuilder's story of moses...

2006-04-22T02:31:00.000+08:00

I remember reading this some time back it was so funny i laughed for hours i just had to put it here for reading again...this one is for all the freaks out there...

After God had liberated his people from the land of Egypt, where they were kept on a vegitarian diet, and not allowed sufficient protein intake, he led them into the desert. The sons of God at first were overjoyed, quickly setting up squat racks, and incline press benches. However, after a while, the people grumbled, that their diet of snake, scorpion, and cactus flesh, just wasn't getting it done for maximum anabolism. Eventually, their complaints reached God, who sent them tasty protein wafers, which fell to the ground with the morning dew. Gods only commandment was to only take what they could eat that day, for if they hoarded them (as bodybuilders are apt to do) the protein would degrade, and the wafers would not be useful. At first, the people did not obey, and quickly found, by the next day, the protein wafers tasted worse than Wieders Dynamic Mucle Gainer in water. Therefore, they learned, and again, the Sons of God grew strong, and buff, and again, their women grew tight and toned, and the robes worn..became shorter and shorter, as more wished to display their bodies.

Bootleg gear manufacturers quickly sprang up, as many still remembered the art of brewing the sacred juice. Test cycles became frequent, and dbol tabs became as common as grains of wheat. God looking down saw, that unfoirtunatly, many began abusing his gifts, and using them without research, or common sense. Teen boys began stopping growing at 14, and developing lovely sets of B-cups. Women began getting deep voices, and facial hair..and God was not pleased.

Therefore, God called on Moses, one of the most jacked, heaviest juicing of the Sons of Man. During Moses's morning cardio, of mountain sprints, God appeared to him, and Moses fell to the ground, hiding his eyes at the site of God, with delts like bowling balls, a lat spread bigger than the Roman couleseum, and a V shape that put the pyrimids to shame. Handing Moses two huge stone tablets, God commanded Moses to bring them back to his people. "Is this for aditional resistance Lord? "Moses asked? In a moment of fina rage, God considered obliviating Moses with a bolt of lightning, but then remembered, Moses may have been the biggest of them down there, but he wasn't always the brightest. "No, you are to read them to My people" God commanded.

So Moses lumbered down the mountain, getting a great quad workout lugging those heavy tablets. When he reached the bottom, he called all the people together, and announced "These are Gods commandments, which ALL thru the generations must obey, or face the wrath of God"

I. Thou shalt not juice until you are finished growing

II. Tho shalt use test as the base of any cycle.

III. Thou shalt not use an orals only cycle.

IV. Thou shalt protect thy liver, for I only give you one

V. Thou shalt not brag to others about your juice use

VI Thou shalt keep your source private, and secure, that he may go on serving you

VII. Thou shalt always use sterile injection tecniques

VIII. Thou shalt not be cheap with post cycle anciliaries

IX. The gifts I give you, are not meant to make up for poor diet or lazy workouts

X. Thou shalt NEVER start a cycle without all gear, and all anciliaries in your posession.

The Sons of Man took these commandments to heart, and once again, grew strong, with a minimum of side effects, therefore, they praised God in His wisdom

The Lift

2006-04-21T14:13:00.000+08:00

The adrenaline is flowing and coarsing through your veins in your body
as you prepare yourself for the lift,
you see now a monstrous weight as your enemy,
all you can do for 10 seconds is look at it.
You lay on the bench
your moist hands grasp the chalked bar
you take a deep breath
and you take another, nervously
now its just you and this weight, that wants to crush you
with your shoulder blades in and chest out you prepare to lift.
The weight is off the bar
as you bring it to your chest, you know the weight has done its job.
Now it's your turn.
As your pushing, your chest is squeezing tightly
your legs are nailed to the floor by the weight
you continue pushing the weight up-but it stops.
But you continue to push for everything now, you can't stop.
The weight begins to move again-but this time faster
and faster,
and faster,
Your partner helps you guide the weight to the bar
The weight is on the bar.
You get up from the bench
your chest is tight
but you did it, you beat the weight
and you walk victorious!!!

The heart..

2006-04-07T11:41:00.000+08:00

Against my attacker i will boldly take my stand
Bacause my heart will show fear to no man
But with a broken heart i run with fright
Scare to be blind and vunerable of the night
I beleive this fear is in the heart of every man
Some will acknowledge while others will fail to understand
For there is no fear in a shallow heart
Because shallow dont easily fall apart
But feeling hearts that love and care
Are fragile to even the flow of air
But if i am to be true then i must give my heart
I may receive great joy or have to torn apart.

What do i search for?

2006-03-20T14:17:00.000+08:00

I know not what i search for
But i know i have yet to find it
Because it is invisible to the eye
My heart searches for it blinded

And if by chance i do find it
Will i know my goal is acheived?
Can one come to conclusions
Before the question is even conceived

Just as no one is certain
What lies beyond the shore
I may never find the answer to
What is it that i search for.

Ace's and 8's

2006-02-14T12:50:00.000+08:00

Walked up in the bar and sat down on the stool
Looked across the room saw a guy who wanted a duel
He was playing pool and he thought i was good
Cause he threatened five times, he would sink me with his foot
He grabbed a stick, i tried to kick it with my heel
But it hit me in the head and i ended up full kneel
And I couldn’t feel but it must have really hurt
Because that night he took all my cash and my shirt
I got angry, but what's worse than that
You see, just as he was leaving he tipped his cap
Then he laughed and said, I'm sorry bout your luck
But as he walked out the door he got hit by a truck

There was a guy who used to hang in the clubs
Getting all the drinks and getting all the love
Picking on those he could thinking he was real hardcore
May he rest in peace i don't see him anymore
Lots of stories and old cliches
Small town girl trying to make her way
She moved to the city, all she wanted was a job
Now she's underneath the game trying to move to the top
It won't stop cause the circle won't let it
Be careful what you wish for, you might get it

Imagine everything you ever worked for, strived for
Suddenly become everything you're gonna die for
Now what would you live for
Nothing anymore right?
How could you live your whole life uptight
See everything you did and everything you seen
Rolled around in the mud, but you couldn't come clean
And that makes you dirty, now how does that feel
Living life like an open cut that won't heal
Sore at the world and you don't know why
If you bounce like a ball then that's how you'll die
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
That's a dead man's hand
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
That's a dead man's hand

Tomorrow…

2006-01-24T13:49:00.000+08:00

Today is filled with anger
Fuelled with hidden hate
Today is built on tragedies
That no one wants to face
Today is filled with rage
With violence in the air
Children bred with ruthlessness
Because no one seems to care
But tomorrow I see change
A chance to start anew
Built on spirit, intent of heart
And ideals based on the truth
Tomorrow I feel the second wind
And will stand strong with pride
Because I know I fought with all my heart
To keep this dream alive!

The boy and the man...

2006-01-17T13:23:00.000+08:00

Wrote this some time ago actaully...been going thru some changes...a bit confused and cant really tell what is it but yeah definatly some changes...sometimes i feel that i fear it, i fear that i may lose certain things that i may never get back only to regret for my entire life, yet on the other hand the need to move on drives me to go ahead it tell me that my greatest regrets will be if i do nothing instead...

Peices fall into pieces
Finding the boy in the man
Over his shoulder there was freedom
But consciousness has tied his hands
Embodied youth was his distinction
Now inhibition's in demand
So driven by his fear of weakness
But that's the key to understand

Somewhere in a distant land
There's a fight between boy and man
See the light through the open door
Sit and watch as the young grow old

Trading places in the circle
Turn the glass, spill the sand
They say that time can make the difference
But age doesn't make you a man
Take a look now, see the boy is weakened
Watch him fade, watch him fade away
Take a bow and the boy is defeated
Is this the way, the way it is?

Unconditional...

2005-12-31T13:46:00.000+08:00

Let’s not talk of money
Let’s forget the world
For a moment let just revel
In our wonderful friendship
In my heart I know
There will never be a day
That I don’t remember
The times we shared
You were a friend
When I was at my lowest
And being a friend to me
Was neither easy nor fashionable
Regardless of what or who
I became you remained
My unconditional friend
Unconditional in its truest sense
Did you think I would forget?
Did you think for one moment think
That I would ignore you?
If so remember this from here to forever
Nothing can ever come between us

Rebirth of the heart....

2005-12-31T13:42:00.000+08:00

Just came back from youth camp at Cameron highlands not long ago and I have to say its one of the best camps iv ever been to (iv been to some pretty lousy ones before) if I were to type my total experiences I don’t id have enough space or time so here’s two poems I wrote about the camp. These poems are also dedicated to all my real friends out there you know….who u are..

First there was nothing
Not even the faint echo of a song
Loneliness was daily for me
Until you came along
There was a gleam of stars in your eyes
I thought id never feel this way again
But you were the one to reach into my heart
And find in me a friend
I could not ignore the warmth
That I felt when you were near
And any problems eating my mind
Would suddenly disappear
It was the rebirth of my heart
The day you became my friend
Because I knew from he moment
I held you that I would find love again

Sometimes i cry....

2005-12-24T14:49:00.000+08:00

Sometimes when im alone
I cry because im on my own
The tears are bitter and warm
They flow with life yet take no form
I cry when my heart is torn
and when i find it hard to carry on
The world moves fast and it would rather pass you by
than stop and see what makes you cry
It's painful and sad and sometimes i cry
and no one cares about why

When your heart turns cold..

2005-12-22T17:46:00.000+08:00

When your heart turns cold
It causes your soul to freeze
It spreads thru your body and spirit
Like a ruthless disease
The walls that once were down
now stand firm and tall
safe from hate/love pain/joy
until you feel nothing at all
When you heart turns cold
a baby's cry means nothing
and dead corpse is only trouble
The pain inside your heart is daily
Loneliness becomes your best friend
Death seems like tranquility
Sleeping is never peaceful
if you sleep at all
You forget ideals and turn off reason
just to protect your soul
If you dont understand this poem
Just wait one day till your heart turn cold!

Sometimes when im alone...

2005-12-17T01:06:00.000+08:00

Sometimes when im alone
I ponder of my true goal
Trying to find a peace of mind
While preserving my consience and soul
Forever yearning to be accepted
and from all receive respect
Trying hard not to compromise
and when i do i only regret
A crying child trapped within a freak
How can there be peace?
Listening to these cries get louder and louder
by this child inside of me
This match within me may give
the perfect oppurtunity
To see both sides each day
Yet it is this very match
that kils me more each day
Maybe one day i might be free
but until then i live my life
with this crying child inside of me

R.I.P Eddie G your legacy will always live in me - I Promise

2005-11-20T14:03:00.000+08:00

I was online only a few days ago only to find out that someone that i had look up upon and respected for several years had just passed away from a heart attack at 27, the first feeling i got was a sick feeling of losing someone followed by the shock and realization that i would never see him again, that all would remain of him would be mere memories. It was pretty obvious that the reason of his death was because of the steroid abuse and addiction he had faced for almost 2 years which i hope he overcame before his death. The only thing he ever wanted was to be the very best in what he did even to the extend where his health was compromised, he gave everything he had to the business he loved never once expecting anything in return simply because he loved it and never believed in giving the second best, it was those qualities in him which truly inspired me beyond words, his life and even his death was truly a testimony to me about giving.

Sometimes i look at myself and i wonder. Am i walking the same road he was on? Maybe not today or tommorrow maybe not even a few years down the road but the reality is we are on the same page we both walk the thin line between life and death. I remember preparing for my competition in may this year the last few days of competition i was putting my body thru hell, the training and the dehydration was taking such a toll on me i knew i was breaking up from the inside both mentally and pyhsically but at that point i remember telling mylself i didnt care even if i died cause i would rather die than to know i didnt give it my best. Of course, i came out of the whole thing quite well but there is no saying that will be the way it is for years to come.I may be steroid free now but the fact is i cant say the same thing for myslef in the future.

One of the last things eddie said before he died was "I'm ashamed of what i did in the past but im not ashamed of what i have done to try and change it" in a way i guess it was a warning to me but i really wonder if he would changed anything in his life should he have been given a second chance, i guess ill never know. Im proud of the fact that he fought and actaully took a stand to eliminate his addiction i may never know if he won that fight before he died but the fact that he was able to acknowledge it and fight it deserves my respect.
Eddie, Where ever you are i just wish you knew how much an impact you had on my life and as for my competition next year, i dedicate it to you and ill be damned if i dont come it at least top 3. R.I.P Eddie.

In my race against time...

2005-11-02T00:07:00.000+08:00

Here i am writing in my blog, i never thought id have one it just too public and im not exactly someone who likes to share my inner most thoughts to the world as sometimes the consequences can be more than i can take.

I question myslef everyday why im alive almost everynight why go through something filled with worries, trials and dissappointments, to have to go through the pain of fighting my inner demons. Sometimes its out of genuine doubt, sometimes as a reminder and as motivation to go on.

Yet for years one answer stands clear above all else. Im alive to fight, it was my destiny it was what i was made for since i was a boy, to have my back against the wall fighting off everything else that comes my way day by day not even stopping for one second to think if all that it could all be in vain.

But as long as i am still breathing, i have no right to give up no right to throw away the oppurtunity i that have been given to me by others who have made far greater sacrifices, to give up would be to spit in thier faces a total disrespect for thier efforts. So as long as im alive i fight for that chance to prove myself worthy. Here's a little poem:

It is not the critic that counts

Nor the man who points out how the strong man stumbled

Or where the doer of deeds could have them better

But rather the man who is actually in the arena

Whose fate is marred with dust, sweat, blood and tears

Who no matter how he strives valiantly with all he has

Yet falls and comes short again and yet again

Who truly understand the meaning of true passion and sacrifice

Yet continues to pursue and fight for his cause

Who at the best knows in the final chapter

The true triumph of high achievement,

And who at worst knows, if he fails

At least fails knowing his goal,

So that his place will not lie with the cold and timid souls

Who wandered their life aimlessly

And knew neither of victory or defeat