Wednesday, December 31, 2014

2014 IN A LIST

I actually intended to write a legit post but damn that would've been wordy and lengthy.
So hey why not just make a list?

In chronological order (well the best I remember it), I present to you a list of my 2014.

  • Rode an ATV (that's an acronym for All Terrain Vehicle)
  • Backpacked solo to Indonesia (Padang - Sawah Lunto - Sijunjung - Bukit Tinggi - Padang)
  • Couchsurfed for the first time.
  • Started dating
  • Stayed in backpacker hostels for the first time. (Hostels in Indonesia are crap, hostels in Laos are good.)
  • Ventured to Chinatown, Pasar Seni, and Little India.
  • Mission trip to the Phillippines (Manila - Palawan - Manila)
  • Moved out on my own for 3 months.
  • Got a tattoo (on my back)
  • Slept in airports (thrice)
  • Backpacked solo to Laos (Vientiane - Vang Vieng - Vientiane)
  • Got a second tattoo (on my ribs)
  • Got a freelance writing job.
  • Got a fulltime marketing job within the fitness industry.
  • Got my damn driving license (yes I know I'm late)
  • Promptly got into 3 accidents (nothing major) and 1 parking ticket within the first month of driving. 
  • Participated in a charity fitness fundraiser collaboration between District 13 CrossFit and Epic Homes. 
  • Turned 22.
  • Realized how much my younger, unemployed self took time and sleep for granted. 
  • Surgically removed both my bottom wisdom teeth.
  • Found a life mentor. 
  • Started questioning (interrogating?) deeply my life beliefs and principles.
  • Current lift PRs : Deadlift - 95kgs, Back squat - 75kgs, Clean - 50kgs, Clean and Jerk - 50kgs, Snatch - 35kgs, OVH squat - 35kgs.
  • Finally succeeded at double unders and pull ups. 
  • Realized that I am incredibly blessed by the company of people around me.

So.. that pretty much sums it up.

Happy New Year 2015!

Friday, December 26, 2014


To date, most of my Christmas celebrations have always been pretty predictable and pleasant.

Pleasingly palatable, but nothing juicy or tantalizing.
Until this year.

The first party was at a family friend's mansion. Every year they pull out all the stops to put out a grand do and this year was no different. I spent most of my time there catching up with a friend who moved to Singapore a few years ago.

After that, I moved on to the next. The second party was when it got interesting. While I do enjoy the odd glass of bubbly, I'm not much of a drinker and after last night I'm even more certain that I'll never be.

Innocent chatter turned into cheery (but still innocent) singing turned into raucous bawling at the top of our lungs (Frozen's 'Let It Go', anyone?). I watched amusedly as the party spiralled into drunk delirium - intoxicated makeouts, no-holds-barred dance offs, bouts of giggling at nothing and everything, lap-grinding moves. 

Alas, what goes up must come down. Face first in the toiletbowl. Vomit spattered everywhere. Me holding back my friend's hair as she 'Let It Go' in the bin. (Okay, that was a bad joke). At the end of the night, the few sober souls remaining gathered up the incoherent merrymakers and bundled them home safe and sound.

Merry Christmas indeed.
And a Happy New Year ahead!

Saturday, December 13, 2014


Over the past few days, certain questions have been on repeat in my head. 

   Do I really know what I want out of life at all?

There are some beliefs I held dear in the past, which I now consider to be of lesser importance, irrelevant even. I believe everyone can identify - losing interest in a hobby, getting bored with a routine, falling out of love with a person, etc. 

While some people may say it is fickle or unprincipled to chuck them, I think that there is no loss in receiving different insights, evaluating and weighing them up to your own, and developing new ideas and perspectives than to stubbornly and blindly hold on to stale old views all because one is unwilling to be challenged. You either hold your ground by delving deeper and gaining a better understanding of why you believe in what you do, or jump ship. 

Yes, there are certain goals I have set my sights on. I cannot say for sure that they will be the same in 10, 5, or even 2 years - after all, change is inevitable. I as a person am still evolving, hence my wants and desires shift and shape as I do. Though I do not know if I will still want these things in the future, working to accomplish something (anything really) keeps me in constant motion and on my toes.

   Am I happy? 

I am pretty thankful to be where I am in terms of work, relationships, fitness, and writing. I consider myself incredibly blessed to have a career within to the fitness industry, to be surrounded by amazing mentors and peers, to have a capable and healthy body, to have so much creative liberty as a freelance writer. 

Happiness is a state of mind ; choosing to be appreciative and grateful for the good that you have despite all the other numerous not-so-nice things that are part and parcel of life as well. Happiness is a constant never ending road trip where there is always one destination after another. Happiness is being contented without ever getting complacent. Happiness is being thankful for the past, being able to revel in the present, and being able to eagerly anticipate the future without fear.

Yes. Yes, I am happy. 
Undoubtedly and assuredly so.


Wednesday, December 10, 2014


" I want to be a pastor when I grow up. I love people and want to spread God's love to them. "

He was zealously telling me about his involvement in church and recent mission trips. 

Just then, another guy wearing a tight ripped tee walked in and started warming up nearby. My company looked over, then smirked.

" Gay. Man, that's just so gay. "



Friday, November 14, 2014


" That's one kindness card you've handed me now. I'll give it back to you sometime. "

She said gratefully.

Kindness what?

Apparently I've been oblivious all this while. She explained that every time someone does a favour, they have extended a 'kindness card' which the other party is expected to return.

So is this a favourable practice to observe?

On one hand, I feel it is shallow and insincere to help out someone with the assumption that they are now obligated to you. Whatever happened to acting purely out of the goodness of your heart?

On another hand, I feel this is completely justifiable so you don't get trampled on by all the devious manipulative rascals running rampant in the world. 

Hmm hmm hmm.

What do you think?


Friday, October 31, 2014


   " What do you do? "
   " I used to work my ass off, all day every day. I started at your age. It's been 10 years. Now, if I choose I can just sleep in bed, all day every day while the money rolls in. "


" How did you get from where you were, to where you are? "
" I worked hard. I stayed humble. I never stopped believing. "


   " Do you have any regrets? "
   " I regret settling for what I thought was love. I regret that I lived to please others. I regret being fearful of the unknown. If only I had ended that relationship earlier, if only I had removed toxic people out of my life quicker, if only I had made the tough decisions sooner. "


   " I'm afraid. "
   " Don't be. You'll be alright. "


   " Thank you. For everything. "
  " No, thank YOU. For bringing me back to the start and reminding me all over again what's truly important. "


A brief remark casually tossed to passing stranger, resulting in us engaging in unexpectedly profound conversation for 3 hours. 

Who would've thought?


Monday, October 27, 2014


Loving what you do doesn't mean it's going to be easy.

However, it does mean that even when things get tough you will suck it up and rough it out, because this means more to you than just dollars and cents. 

Every day, I remind myself how unbelievably fortunate I am to be where I am. Despite sometimes feeling overwhelmed, frustrated, tired, I KNOW I have it good.

And I think that is what a lot of people truly need. To be reminded of how good we really have it.

What are you thankful for? 


Sunday, October 19, 2014


" If I'm not married by the time I'm 35, I'm just going to buy a bride. "
" They come pretty affordable, the ones from China. "
" At the end of the day all I want is someone to share my life with. "


While I (very much) question my friend's 'buy-a-bride' logic, I think the last sentence does hold substance in its own manner. 


Thursday, October 9, 2014


I still remember my first full marathon in Penang last year.

Despite being completely unprepared, I made it within the time cap (if barely by a whisker). There was never any doubt I would cross the finish line. After all, anyone can cover any distance ; the only variable is how long they take. 

Isn't that the same with life? As long as you work hard, stay on track, have faith, and never give up -

   Success is assured.

It is under unexpected circumstances that I'm finding myself in the Standard Chartered KL Marathon this Sunday. A friend of mine was talking about letting go of their bib, which got me curiously wondering if I still had what it takes.

I quit my crazy chronic cardio routine more than a year ago so this is seriously taking a plunge into the deep end without knowing if I'll sink or sail.

The only form of training I have had over the past year is a mixture of strength and short intense metcon workouts. Will that suffice for me to do justice to 42.2km within the 6-hour time cap?


" Do you think you'll make it? " 
A friend of mine queried. 

" The worst that could happen is that I don't. "
Was my response.

I can accept failure. 
I can't accept not trying.

Is failure really the worst that could happen?
You fail, you learn, you get up, you move on better for the experience.

Sunday, October 5, 2014


" Twenty Two " by Taylor Swift

" I don't know about you, but I'm feeling twenty-two,
Everything will be alright if you keep me next to you,
You don't know about me but I bet you want to,
Everything will be alright if we keep dancing like we're,
Twenty two-oo-ooo, twenty two-oo-oo "


A #win day in my life :
  • Work
  • Get home early
  • Cook dinner
  • Do laundry
  • Hang said laundry
  • Rinse and scrub sports shoes
  • Bedtime reading
  • Sleep early

Guess being twenty-two is a different experience for different people.

Damn I feel old.


Monday, September 15, 2014


Sending another person off and away (far away!) from Malaysia. 

" Why bother? Why invest in someone when you'll never see them again? " 

I once overheard somewhere.

Having travelled and been alone in foreign countries, I know what a difference the kindness of strangers makes. I still remember how much it meant to me. 

This time, it was my pleasure to pass it on. 


Safe flight to Korea!

And may we meet again,
Somewhere someday soon. :)


Tuesday, September 2, 2014


I've always prided myself on being nonchalant and able to keep a cover on my emotions and feelings.

I do think I have a better control than most. I can be boiling mad or utterly upset, yet still put on an unruffled front. If you follow my writings or know me in person, you would know the turbulence which occurred some months ago. I thought I was doing fine piecing things back together, arranging my life back in order and being well on track moving forward.

Now this.

Over the past few days so many things have erupted, ripping through a seemingly calm surface and filling me again with doubt and uncertainty and questions. How some people can give off a certain impression or have said specific things but completely fall through in following through. (This context includes myself). Intentions are abstract ; only actions are tangible.

You think you know people. You don't.
You think you know the world. You don't.
You think you know yourself. You don't.

It is through periods of turmoil and distress that you find out 
Who and what people really are. 
Who and what YOU really are.

What you find out.. can catch you entirely by surprise.
You may be completely repulsed, or completely rejoice.
You may have beauty, or brutality.

I realize that I am young and have such, such a long way to go. There is still a lot I am not aware of, much I have to discover and grow. 

All that being said, I am ultimately glad for the good and the bad of everything and everyone I have seen thus far.

That includes myself.


Saturday, August 23, 2014


When my Indonesian couchsurfing host came to Malaysia for the first time, I thought be a good guide and take her to do and see touristy stuff. 

It was late evening when we got to Chinatown. It was also raining down a storm. Nevertheless, we kept up with our plans. Rain or no rain, the show must go on.

Dragons with silver whiskers, green scales, and red fins greeted us at the arched entrance, frozen in their vigilant gaze. The crimson hue of lanterns glowed above our heads. We forged ahead, plunging into an overwhelming barrage of sights, sounds, and smells. Colourful canvas parasols spread open. The raucous voices of street vendors beckoning to buy Prada and Gucci and Chanel hanging from frames of wood and rusty metal. Fragrant nutty pancakes fresh from the pan with wisps of hot steam escaping upwards to the overcast gloomy sky.

Dirty pools of murky water splashed our ankles, then ran back down to the ground in tiny rivulets down our sandalled feet. The sound of rain going pitter-patter, tinkling bronze bells of food carts, pleading of beggars on their torn woven mats ; all meshed and fleshed together in a glorious din of colourful noisy chaos.

We were quite some way through when I turned to see if she was still behind me.


I retraced my footsteps, hoping to catch sight of a mint blue headscarf.
Up and down, back and forth the streets I went with no luck.

I paused momentarily to regain my bearings. 

Lo and behold, right in front of me was a signboard " Tattoos " with various designs depicted. 


As a matter of fact, I'd already been thinking about getting inked for some time. Here I was, so why not just check it out? 

I followed the sign into a side alley, to store selling DVDs (pirated with a good variety of porn I don't doubt). Inside there was another small door which slid open to reveal what had got to be the dodgiest looking place I'd ever seen. 

The room was tiny. An old ripped sofa with bits of yellow sponge falling through took up most of the space. Fluorescent tubes hung from the ceiling, filling the room with garish light. Torn magazines and burnt out cigarette stubs were strewn around. Heavy rap music echoed off the broken floor tiles.

Two guys, both majorly tattooed and pierced looked up at me. One was chinese with a ponytail, looking bored and sitting on a chair (I would later come to recline in the same chair for my second tattoo). The other ethnic looking guy sitting in front of the computer browsing Facebook had long hair and wore high top sneakers with jeans that were cut off at the knee. 

I was apprehensive but took a deep breath and said 
   " I would like to get a tattoo. How much would it be? "

Sneaker guy responded 
   " What do you have in mind? "

I answered 
   " Here, let me show you. "

Walking over to him, I Googled up what I wanted and pointed at it on the screen. 
   " There. That's what I want. How much? "

He thought about it a while and said 
   " One hundred and twenty ringgit. "

   " That's exactly how much I have with me now. If I give it all to you, how am I going to get back? "

He cocked his head at an angle, then grinned
   " Alright then, eighty. "

We shook hands on it. He told me he needed some time to print and trace out the design. I ran out to the streets again, almost right into my Indonesian visitor. I told her I was getting a tattoo and asked if she'd be down to come watch. She shook her head no and told me she was pretty tired so would be heading back to her hostel nearby. I bade her goodbye and ran back into the shop. 

" You ready? "

He donned rubber gloves, flicked a switch and the needle began to buzz. Ten minutes later, it was over and he covered my skin with saran wrap.

And that's how I got my first tattoo.

P.S. A little more about my tattoo artist. He goes by the name Biwan and hails from East Malaysia. He picked up the art of tattooing while living in Australia three years ago and has been doing it as a profession ever since. You can follow him on Facebook and see his work here.

P.P.S. He has moved out of the tiny crappy hole-in-the-wall of a tattoo parlour and is now inking people up at a much more decent, professional working space (still in Chinatown). To date, all 3 of my tattoos are by him. 


Tuesday, August 19, 2014


Woke up early in the morning, happily eager to go out and meet people. 
I'd planned my outfit and was excited to get dressed. 

The best part? 
The shoes. 

Oh those shoes.
I was so in love!


Hurrying through the mall on my way home, I stopped short. I retraced my steps. 
Rows upon rows winked merrily back at me. 

Enticed, I floated into the store. 
Drew out the pair that had caught my eye.

Tantalizingly tangerine, fiery fresh and stubbornly stunning. 
Oh those naughty devils!

I cautiously put them on.
They fit like a glove.

Quickly, I whisked them over the counter and out of the store with me.


Feeling uppity, bright eyed and gaily.
With class, poise, and grace of a lady.

Sashaying along the streets of Bangsar when...

I trip tremendously and fall splat! 
Sprawling flat with my palms spread out on the ground and skinning my knees.

How very ladylike indeed.

I think I twisted my ankle.

Thursday, August 14, 2014


I think I was still in kindergarten when I first noticed someone with a tattoo.

" What's that? " I asked.
" That's a tattoo. " I heard in reply.
" Oooohhhh.... " I oohed.
" Hush! Only gangsters and criminals and bad people have tattoos. " I was told. 


There used to be many misconceptions about tattoos floating around in the past. However, they seem to be gaining acceptance these days. It's nonsense that only gangsters and criminals and bad people have tattoos because I have them too and I'm one of the straightest, nicest, good-est people ever. (I hope you know I'm joking.. well half joking)

Some people are covered in tattoos from head to toe. I am not one of them (neither do I aspire to be). However, I would say that I have done a fair share of research before I got inked. If you are thinking about it, here is some advice before you get your first tattoo.


You might want to think twice about getting that full back piece. Generally the larger the size of your tattoo, the more it will cost. The inverse is also true ; the smaller your tattoo the easier it will go on your wallet.

Fine lines, delicate patterns, fancy fonts, exotic artwork - the more impressive your tattoo, the more impressive the price.

From what I'm aware, as long as you keep it monotone the price will probably fall within a more comfortable range. Vibrant hues and lucid multicolour tattoos tend to hike up the figure. 

Some people come in not knowing what they want. If you vaguely present an idea to your tattoo artist and request them to design it for you, making amendments and modifications as you go, you will be charged for their time, effort, and skill. 

My tattoos cost me a very measly (well in comparison to the industrial rate) sum. Probably because they were small, simple, monotone, and I came in already knowing exactly what I wanted. The first one I got was a cross, of which the template was already available on good ol' Google. The second one was a font, which this time I got straight off MS Word.


Make sure your skin is clean in the area you intend to get tattooed. Actually, just go take a thorough shower before to make sure your whole self is clean. (Also so you don't stink for the sake of your tattoo artist of whom you will be in close proximity with for a while.) This is to reduce the likeliness dirt, dust, or foreign tiny particles getting trapped under your skin when the needle pierces through.

Ensure that your tattoo artist uses a fresh needle. Mine opened the needle from its brand new packaging right in front of me, wore gloves, and cleaned my skin with alcohol swabs before doing the deed. All these put me at ease that he knew his stuff. I think he also knew I was quite apprehensive and unsure of what to expect because it was my first time, so he would pause from time to time and ask me if I was alright.

Physical condition
If you have any notable health conditions like hamoephilia (where the body struggles to form blood clots), bruise easily, or have a weak immune system then you should think twice about going under the tattoo needle. (Cheer up you can still have stick on tattoos.)


Right after you're done, your tattoo artist will cover up your tattoo with either bandage or cling film (yes the kind you use to wrap leftovers). It's supposed to stay on for at least an hour to let the platelets under your skin form a natural protective layer, after which should be safe to remove. However, I'd advise to just keep it on until you go home and have a shower. Take care that the water is not boiling hot as your skin is still raw. 

After your shower, lightly moisturize your tattoo. (Note that I said LIGHTLY) Your skin needs to 'breathe' in order to heal and a slapping thick coat of moisturizer is certainly not going to help there. A thin layer that is quickly absorbed would be about right.

It's advisable to stay away from food such as shellfish and prawns for at least 2-4 weeks as these can apparently negatively affect the healing of your tattoo.

After 2-3 days, your skin will start to itch and form a flakey outer layer which. Don't freak out - this is completely normal. Make sure you do not rub or scratch. After a couple of weeks, it should have completely flaked away.

Avoid suntanning or rough contact sports that might raise the risk of burning / bruising your skin. Swimming as well would be best put on hold as you don't know what might be in the water.

Touch-ups are generally after 2 weeks, or depending on the area and size it might be after a month. 


Enquire about rates at more than one place / artist to get a rough idea of the figure that is likely to come up. Request to see some of their previous work as this helps you figure out their 'style' and what type of design they specialize in (asian, celtic, animated, freehand, portrait, floral, black and white, etc). I took more than half a year scouting artists and rates.

It's important that you feel comfortable with the artist doing you (heh heh) so you can communicate and work well together. People tend to usually go back to the same artist even if they are getting a new piece so it would be good to have someone you'd have no problems seeing over and over again. My first tattoo was done by a completely random person and at a chance encounter (I'd never heard of him or researched his work), but I was fortunate to have a good artist. I liked him so much that both my tattoos are by the same person.

Preferably not stiletto heels and your shortest tightest dress. Comfortable clothing that allows for easy movement would be recommended. My first had me sitting on a regular stool while my second had me lying on the reclining chair. 

A mistake I made was wearing a white top during my second visit. I thought I'd be careful to see that it was safely tucked out of the way but nope, it still got ink stains (not too much but still). Something darker would be the best bet. 

Pictured beneath is me right after getting my second tattoo. 
Yay : Easy breezy comfy pants
Nay : White top

With Pamela, a fellow backpacker I met while as I was pondering life sitting on the riverbanks of the Mekong in Laos. Met up with her in Malaysia and took her around KL, of which included a paying a visit to my tattoo artist and getting my second ink. Probably not something you'd get in a regular tour package.

Of course it's going to hurt. This is partially dependent on which part of your body you choose to get tattooed. I have one on my back and one on my ribcage. The latter was a fair bit more uncomfortable because the needle was going over bone. 

Your tolerance for pain plays a role too. If you're a sadist, yippee! You will have no problems at all. However if you cried just getting your earlobes pierced then you're in for a bad time.

Is getting a tattoo of your boyfriend / girlfriend's name after 3 months of being together really a good idea? I didn't think so too. 

Some people get tattoos 'just because' and I don't think there's anything wrong with that. Nevertheless I personally would advocate having something that is classic, timeless, and will bear significance for a long time to come.

When I was getting my hair washed at the salon (this was ages ago way before I even had any notion of getting inked), I noticed that the girl had a huge smudge that ran from her index finger to her wrist. I curiously asked and she told me it was actually a tattoo of a flower she'd gotten two years ago. However, her job required to have her hands in the water frequently every day and that was the outcome it had on the ink.

If you have a desk job or one that involves a lot of writing and drawing, I've heard that it's not wise to get your wrists or forearm tattooed as these areas tend to get a lot of dirt and friction.

Tattoos on the feet are a hassle too. This is because your feet are shoved into socks which are shoved into shoes so they get a lot of heat, moisture, friction, and pressure which is not good when you're talking about allowing the skin to 'breathe' and your tattoo to heal well. While I'm not saying getting one on your foot can't be done, bear in mind that you will have to go to a lot more trouble to care for it.

Your friends might be cool, but would a potential employer be as lax? (Or would parents-in-law be as chill?) The collarbone, front of the neck, forearm, and other highly visible areas - you should REALLY think before you ink. If you're in the corporate sector, it would be preferable to get your tattoo somewhere you can cover up. On the other hand, if you're in the creative industry it seems like the more you have the merrier it gets. 

Just before you happily make yourself comfortable in the reclining chair, make sure you confirm the asking price. While I guess they wouldn't actually have a choice if you fell short with the amount in your pocket, I don't think it's nice to leave your tattoo artist with an I.O.U. 


Sunday, August 3, 2014


WOD 2nd August 2014 :

Overhead squats (scaled to 20kg),

5 pullups every interval (scaled to 10 ring rows + 10 pushups on knees).

Could've gone heavier on the squats but I guess probably was good to go with light(er) weights after such an extended time of MIAness.


After the previous three months of
- not working out
- sitting on my bum a lot (which has grown enormously sideways)
- indulgent carefree eating that is practically synonymous with travelling 

It feels amazing to be back and bangin'.


Wednesday, July 30, 2014


Who would've thought? 

A chance encounter with a random girl in a foreign country would lead to us standing together under the Petronas Towers in my city.

Her and I rocking our Backpacker Pants.


Pamela, it was such a delight taking a fellow soul searcher around Kuala Lumpur. Hopefully I'll have the pleasure of seeing your part of the world in Ohio.

One day some day soon!