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If I’m in an airport and you’re in a hospital bed, well then what kind of man does that make me?


I'm going to participate at this year's Abang None. What will the audition truly be like? Do you have any tips (other than be confident)? from Anonymous

come off anon then we’ll talk


Fit Life: An Introduction

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After six months of tears, sweat, and blood, I’m beginning to see results. Although I must say it has been a slow progress, I am proud of what I’ve achieved so far. There is still a long way to go and this is only the first step.

This morning I stepped on the scales to make weight and was surprised to see the numbers. When I first started joining the club in late August, I weighed 60 kg with 18 percent of body fat. Being an ectomorph, bulking was a constant pain and I struggled to gain mass in the first few months. But I trained hard and tried to eat right. I lifted weights I couldn’t lift. I ate food I wouldn’t want to eat before.

Most people would be where I am today in just 12 weeks, but it doesn’t matter because this is not a race. This is a competition and your only rival is yourself. Everyone goes through a different kind of things in life, so you cannot compare your progress with others’. Focus on yourself and you will see results.

So I climbed the scales this morning, looking lean at 68 kg with 12 percent body fat. Quite an accomplishment for someone who has a lot on his plate, I must say. 

For the past six months, I have gone through a lot of things. I moved out from one place, moved in to another. My younger sister — the backbone of the family — left home. That kind of forced me to step up and be the head of the family. Not only working full time (8 hours plus a 2-hour commute each day), I tended to my sick mother and took care of my little sisters. I rarely hung out with friends anymore, not because I didn’t want to, but I just couldn’t find the time.

The gym has become my sanctuary. I started going to there at least three times a week. On a good week, I can do five times. Not having time socialize, I dedicated my life to the gym. I poured my frustration to the weights. I envisioned myself lifting weights bigger than the burden of my life. I always made time for the gym no matter what. Even on rainy days and Jakarta was submerged last month, I still went.

I still have a long way to go, but I am inching closer to my goals. To be healthy, to live a positive life. I am only going forward from here onwards. There’s no turning back.

I am going to write a weekly blog post on why I started working out and what keeps me going. I will also share my workout routines and meal plans (what works and what doesn’t), hoping it might be beneficial to some of you. 

Until then. Stay posi.


qow, kok bisa mirip raffi ahmad? satu ibu ya? apa satu nenek? from Anonymous

Satu-satunya kemiripan saya dan Raffi Ahmad hanya kesukaan pada wanita yang lebih matang.


A candy-colored clown they call the sandman tiptoes to my room every night just to sprinkle stardust and to whisper, “Go to sleep. Everything is alright”.


qow, ngga suka pake perfume banyak-banyak ya? :( from Anonymous

Perfume is for pussies