*bloop*

Giant/Super Set: bench press, calf raises
bench kg: 40-45-50-55-60-65-40
calf raises lbs: 210-220-230-240-250-260-210
reps: 15-12-10-8-6-4-8
(diminished) superset combo: leg press/leg extension
lbs: 220/50
reps: 8×5sets
diminished Superset: inclined bench, cable flys
kgs: 15 and 18
reps: 8×5
superset: hanging leg raise/exercise ball crunches/(cable) side bends
reps: 20×5 sets each, 18kg (side bends)
giant set: weighted dips
kg: 5-7.5-10-12.5-15-17.5-20-5
reps: 15-12-10-8-6-6-6-12
double superset combo: lat pull-down,standing cable tricep extensions, reverse flyes, lying barbell tricep extension
lbs/kgs: 90lbs, 60lbs, 38kg, 15kg
reps: 8×5 sets
double superset combo: lateral raises, dumbell bicep curls, front raises, overhand dumbell bicep curls, dumbell shoulder press, z- barbell curls
kgs: 7.5, 7.5, 7.5, 7.5, 10, 15
reps: 8, 8, 8, 8, 10, 8
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Today was the first time I tried combining giant and super sets. Well sorta. I kinda melded the non stop exercise changes of supersets with the increment in weights required in giant sets the other day and realised what a killer it was. So today I just did sort of diminished supersets where I used regular weights but non stop exercises changes. It’s pretty good I think. I also tried melding supersets for 2 different body parts together, so instead of light weights, 3 exercises non stop, I used medium weights and alternated between the 2 body parts — for example, one shoulder, one bicep, one shoulder, one bicep and so on, as long as I do at least 3 exercises on each body part.

After my workout today, as usual, I went to the showers. As I walked in, the silly woman at the counter there screams at me and asks what I’m doing in there. WTF? I’m in the showers to take a bloody shower! Geez. She proceeds to ask me what right have I to shower there. I’m a member of the gym, I says. She says members can’t shower or swim there. I’m thinking “WTF?!” I ask since when? I’ve been coming here and showering here for over a year now. She says she doesn’t recognise me. HUH?? I gym every 3 days, woman! I’m there at least twice a week! For the last year and more! I tell her she could go and verify with the gym staff if she doesn’t believe me. I’m like wassup widdat?? BLEH! Even the security staff recognise me, the gym staff as well as the external swim and fitness instructors! She says she doesn’t recognise me and that I should tell her if I’m using the loo. WHAT? I says I know for a fact that I only need to inform her if I’m going swimming and I know that as a rule. Bloody hell! grrr! She’s really daft. She’s about 50+ so she’s NOT that old enough to be that forgetful! I’m incensed. The school takes her own sweet time to get me my parking label even if I paid for it (it’s been 3 months and I’m still waiting for it), they bloody make life difficult for me as a volunteer and as a paying member of the gym by making me sign in every time, they have an old pervert of a woman who walks in when men and boys are changing and showering, to spray the floor with soap and water, and they say I can’t use the pool as a gym member till after 7pm when the shower room closes at 2030 hrs! I’ve a good mind to walk into the administrative office to bitch at someone. It’s ridiculous.

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speed demon-ing
Nov. 26th, 2005 | 02:48 pm
mood: nonchanlant

While speeding home last night, I realised what a hell driver I had become. It’s been a while since I drove like this, it’s taken me some time but I’ve learnt to realise that it’s not the best thing to be a speed demon — not that I’m a serious rex-type-evo-type speed demon — it’s just that optimal cruising speed in Singapore tends to be approximately 2000rpms in overdrive. It’s fuel efficient; especially with the windows wound down. So for the last month or two, I’ve managed to knock down my comsumption from an already excellent 7.5L/100km to 6.9L/100km.1 Still it felt good, knowing that I can still do it well, enough to get me out of tight situations. It occurs to me that “everybody wants a piece of the Action, but nobody can deal with it.” Generic isn’t it? Brilliant. Now that I have it written down, it’s out of my head and I won’t have this niggling thing hiding in the recesses of my already psychotic mind. Bleh.

1: That’s something like 13.33km per litre to 14.45km per litre which means to say that I can get an additional 56km per tank of gas, increasing from 667km to 723km. At today’s gas prices of $1.62/L that’s like saving $6.20 plus per tank. Considering I travel approx 3800km per month instead of spending $462 on gas, I spend $426! I save $36, enough for another 22L or 321km.

I stubbed my shin
Nov. 10th, 2005 | 10:16 pm
mood: happy

yup I stubbed my shin. Just as I walked out of the silly chalet. I was putting on my sunglasses and I walked right into one of them low benches. Vain me. *ow*

The sessions with the kids were pretty good. I stuck in the Inner Journey CD and played it at the beach. I got the boys to sit in a horseshoe and I got them to close their eyes, take deep breaths and listen to their breathing and their pulsing hearts… whee! They responded! Ramli and Fendi came down too. I wanted to get some feedback from Ramli. He said the CD was playing too softly but it looked like the kids responded.

Did the Image Workshop with the kids in the morning. I shocked them when I walked in wearing the school uniform! The shirt was 2 sizes 2 big, the pants were sized 34! I think I made an impact. I saw some of the evaluation forms and they liked it. Wheee! I had to stay over at the chalet though… they brought my sessions forward. I think I’m going to take a nap before heading back.

I got asked for another casting shoot today. And I bloody paid for an hour’s parking. Crap. It only took 15mins. Sigh. Now I’m sweating my arse off at the coffeeshop round the corner. They want a midsection shot. Hmm I think I know which part I need to insure now…haha!

Thanks to [snip] for the first shoot!
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Harry Pot[s]ter
Nov. 13th, 2005 | 01:16 am
mood: Sleepy
music: Nothing Compares to You - Sinead O’Conner

We just finished watching Harry Potter… and the Goblet of Fire. On digitally remastered IMAX. On the Omnimax screen. Free. (and i meant just… a preview before the preview…is that sweet or what?)

It’s worth watching…well sorta. Effects are pretty good. Storyline was rather anti-climatic to a certain degree. But I’m told it’s accurate to the story in the book. Hmm.

Went wakeboarding today in the morning. Someone cancelled on E last night and he text-ed me to see if I could find 4 riders to fill up the slot. I found 1 other and so E offered me $50 per person for 2 sets each. I say it was enough! Focused on perfecting my jump process today on the toeside. My back now hurts slightly. After coffee with my colleague, I went to Sentosa with some of the Scouts. I was in Sentosa by about 2, changed back into my wet beach shorts and hung out with them till about 1630. Then dinner with G and then the movie.

It’s been a really really long week. Meeting on Monday with the boss, then the gym, then headed to Changi Village for the offsite scout camp. Held a sort of meditation/hypnosis thing at the beach. The kids loved it. Then plans for the camp changed. I had another session on image and how to carry oneself (read NLP) on Wed, but it had to be brought forward to Tuesday. So I stayed overnight.

Bleh. My back is killing me.

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Back Pain and Neck Aches.
Nov. 15th, 2005 | 12:40 pm
mood: calm
music: Higher Love - Depeche Mode

I think I did more than just over work my back and neck muscles. The ache in my lower back progressed to serious pain on Sunday and Monday. The neck too. I think what happened was that I got myself somewhat hurt when I did that last cartwheel while wake boarding. Come to think of it, I think it was a combination of several things that led to my injuries, it’s interesting really how one thing can lead to another.

I went for the camp with already a lack of sleep on Monday night, to top it off I went to the gym that Monday before I went to the camp too. Obviously, as with all Scout camps, I never get enough sleep. I’m either clowning with the kids or running around like a headless chicken making things work. So anyways, after my session on Tuesday with the kids, I had to run off to town to get some casting shots done. I was called up for another casting shot involving the midsection area again. Apparently this is for some beer ad… believe it or not. I think I got sabo-ed. I was asked to go down in smart casuals and I went down in pants and polo’s, only to find out that the other guys were coming down in jeans and t shirts! Fark. It’s already been a week and I haven’t heard a peep from them. The agent tells me that the client hasn’t decided… bleh!

On Wednesday morning, I decided that I was getting too tubby and told YD that I’d go with him to bring the kiddies for a jog. They were [snip], I’m a [snip] and I made the bloody 800m run, and the 3 sprints up the teeny hill. They didn’t even try, didn’t even attempt to try. That’s what really sucked, not that they couldn’t physically do it but they found all sorts of excuses not to even bloody try. They got an earful from me and I decided they wouldn’t have the benefit of my instruction for the day. I went to sleep at 11am and promptly woke up at 1600! HAH! Stayed in camp till they broke camp on Thursday and I was really dead tired. Went for lunch and then headed back home for some much needed sleep. Friday was spent as best man for A’s wedding so I didn’t get much sleep there. I was actually planning to go for the morning thing, then maybe catch some z’s at the hotel or walk over to the guild hse there and tan/sleep but that didn’t work as well. We had to run around like headless chickens and up till 1730 we were burning songs for the dinner. A good thing happened at the dinner though, I winged the best man speech and was rewarded with some tears. Then I was asked if I could do a show (upon approval) on radio. Haha. *cross my fingers*

Effectively I did ZERO work. That sucks. I need to see more people and I need more referrals from my clients. I’ve always been promised some names from my clients and I always say I’ll go back to them, but then they never come back to me with names. Sigh. Maybe I’m doing something wrong. Am I doing such a lousy job that people can’t be bothered to help me out and give me names? I don’t understand why some people can’t understand that if I don’t have any names, I don’t have business and if I don’t have business I can’t help the people that have placed their trust in me as my clients in the first place. It’s a catch-22. Sigh. It’s human nature I guess.

So there… it all started with the silly sprinting up the hill, which buggered my really weak hamstrings, the lack of sleep, which threw my back out and caused me to cartwheel while riding. Cause and Effect! I haven’t gone to the gym in a week. I want to go. I wonder if I can go and not hurt my back? Then the weak back caused the cartwheel and so on.

Gotta run for an appointment. Then maybe go pay my road tax! Bleh.