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Suddenly new Stats +.+

November 29, 2009

Today is a sort of good dayish day.

Went to the gym with my friend Daniel, in regards to strength training, that guy is a monster laa.. humble also..
Was supposed to be a bench day at 60kg 6X6.

The wait for the bench was FUCKING LONG, but the rest did me good i think. with his help i manage to finish a 1X5 bench press at 70kg, never done before. but i know i can get 1 clean rep x.x. so bw bench cleared. now to get it for 15 reps. hmm

i did 10 reps at 70kg but only one clean rep without his hands around the bar

Zercher squats today

bar X5
60kg X 5
80kg X 5
90kg ( WHOA i missed one side, the other side dint come out of the rack embarassed shit )
put the weight back
85kg X4

Daniel asked me to go for it, 90kg only ma to him I had a little form issues, unracking was tough
but i got  4 reps . WHOASHIT

zercher squats 90kg X4 .. Probably can start year 2010 with a 100kg zercher squat. =)

then i tried my deadlift. 100kg is not much but i got 4 reps as well


working to 2 X BW

i started this blog ytd and i attempted all these today. luck i suppose. wun get many days like these.. but now i got something to work up n away again



In regards to training,

November 28, 2009

In regards to training, I really really really want to do 20 strict pullups. I keep stalling. damn, so much so that recently i started a 60 pullups a day program. rocked my pullups today as well. loving it


November 28, 2009

Anyways i felt like i might have missed out a little , so I’m gonna go back here again.
My name is D . It’s the first letter. I live in the safe island of singapore, I’m 20. I started weight training in april of 2009. It was the first time really touched a weight. Earlier on i was doing sports, but i was never excelling in it.
I’m training to better myself each day. It might take a while but I’m getting back. slowly but surely.
The best principle is GPO (gradual progressive overload)

I weigh 72kg at 172cm  and I’m trying to get to 77kg but purely lean mass  o.o

These are my current 5X5 weight usage. But I’m not training 5X5

Deadlift 90kg

Chinup BW+12kg 6 reps

Bench 60kg 5 Reps

Zercher squat 80kg X3

Military press 34kg (weakchain)

At Jan 2010, I’ll test it all again.. but I’m getting the numbers up in gradual increments.


Anyway I enjoy reading, watching anime and strength training, and also competitive sports with friends.

Reading articles and books are one of the best activities one can do to better oneself, but i have to admit something reading comics/watching shows are just easier..


till my next post, i’ll leave u guys at this for now.




The World’s A Mighty Big Place by Brooks Kubik

November 28, 2009

The world’s a mighty big place.
There’s an awful lot of people living in the world.
In a place that big, with that many people, sometimes it seems like it doesn’t matter if you slack off a bit in your training.
After all, there’s plenty of other days to train, and it won’t matter if you take it easy for once. Heck, it won’t matter if you even miss a day. You can always come in and do it tomorrow. When you’re running sprints, you don’t always have to go full bore. You can slow down a step. The coach will never even know. And slowing down just a little tiny bit makes it hurt a whole lot less.
When you’re lifting weights, you don’t always have to go for that extra rep, or try to put more weight on the bar. Just make it look good. Throw in an extra grunt or two, and put on one of those big pain faces like the guys in the muscle mags when they do their photo shoots. The coach will never know. You really don’t have to get up and go running before the sun is out.
It’s okay to sleep in. No one will ever know. You don’t have to do 200 pushups a day like you decided to do last week. You can do 50. Or you can skip ‘em today. No one will know.
You don’t have to watch your diet the way your Coach wants you to do. Going out with your buds for a double-dish pizza with everything on it is fine. Wash it down with a couple of cokes, and then go grab a burger and fries from Burger Heaven. You can always get back on your diet tomorrow. No one will ever be the wiser. In fact, if you’ve got talent, skill and a little bit of speed, you can probably sleepwalk your way through 90 percent of the conditioning stuff that the Coach keeps talking about.
Maybe it’s all for the second-stringers.
The guys who don’t have God-given talent that you have. The guys who need to do grass drills because they have slow feet. The guys who need to do pushups because they aren’t very strong. The guys who need to watch what they eat because they don’t have a good metabolism.
You can think like that, and you can act like that, and no one will ever know. After all, the world’s a mighty big place.

The Coach can’t be everywhere. But if that’s how you approach things, think about this.
Somewhere, at another school, in another town, there’s a kid who’s your age and your size, and he plays the sport you do, and he’s got every bit of God-given talent that you have. In fact, we could put the two of you side by side right now, and you’d match up exactly equal.
But here’s something you need to know. That very same kid is out there running full-bore sprints every single day. He runs them as hard as he can. He never misses a weight lifting session, and when he lifts, he always goes for that extra rep. Some times he goes for two or even three extra reps. And he always tries to add weight to the bar. He gets up every morning, rolls out of bed, throws on his sweats, and goes for a long run.
He gets home about the time the sun is starting to climb over the horizon. The Coach wanted him to do 200 pushups every day. He does 300. He works as hard on his diet as he does on his training. He never eats anything unless it is going to give him energy to train, protein to grow, or vitamins and minerals to build his body.
He doesn’t touch junk food or sweets. He can’t remember the last time he had pizza, French fries, a cookie or a candy bar. Yes, the world’s a mighty big place.

But it becomes a mighty small place when there are two men running right at each other at top speed on an open field, one running for the winning touchdown and the other man the last defender blocking his path to the goal. I’m older than you, and I’ve seen it happen over and over, and I know for a fact that this is going to happen. It’s going to happen to you. It’s all going to come down to you and him. Just the two of you.

Right there in the middle of the field, in front of three thousand screaming fans. You’re going to hit right there in the middle of the field, full force, one on one, with everything on the line. The whole season. It’s all gonna come down to this split second in time. And that great big world out there shrinks right down to something small and tiny when two men hit try to occupy the same square foot of turf.
This will happen. I know it, your Coach knows it, and you know it. So does the kid in the other school in the other town. You will meet, you will hit, and one of you will knock the other one flat on his back right in front of the entire world. Right now, I don’t know which of you is gonna end up making the play of the year, and which of you is gonna end up roiling in the dirt with tears in his eyes, crying like a baby because he missed the chance of a lifetime.

No one knows. We don’t know, because we don’t know which of the two of you is gonna train harder. It might be him. It might be you. But it’s your decision…

Vision Quest by TC

November 28, 2009

Vision Quest.


The workout’s over. Chalk up another one.

I’m a little too shaky to walk to my car so I stop at the coffee shop to sit down and let my nervous system regain its composure. I’ve left my wrist straps on because, well, it makes the uninitiated think I just broke out of my restraints and I kinda’ like that.

I’ve also got this giant Rorschach-test of a sweat stain on my green shirt that looks like two poodles doing the Heisman Trophy stance. So the sweaty shirt, combined with my wrist straps, is a pretty fair indicator that I’ve been working out (or, like I said, just broke out of the psychiatric ward).

As I sip my coffee and pore over my training journal, I note with satisfaction that I just batted a thousand, training wise. In other words, I hit at least one more rep or used at least one more pound on everything.

Aussie, Aussie, Aussie! Oy, oy, oy!

That’s when I notice Luigi sitting in the corner looking at me. The pudgeball has this quizzical look on his face. He puts down the textbook he’s reading and after exchanging the usual bullshit pleasantries, he asks me if I’m writing down how much weight I lifted.

Warily I say, “Sure,” without offering any more of an explanation.

Then he hits me with the question.

“Why do you care how much weight you lifted?”

I’m dumbfounded. My mouth’s open and I must look like a pole-axed sheep. Insects fly in to leisurely nibble on a piece of egg salad lodged between my molars.

Then Luigi comes back at me with another:

“Why don’t you just train to stay in shape?”

My senses are reeling.

Down goes Frazier! Down goes Frazier!

But I recover. Barely. It wasn’t my most articulate moment, but I think I said something like, “Well, for the same reason you’re presumably reading that book. I want to better myself. I want to improve.”

He gives a smug little smile and returns to his book and his soymilk double-frappe-fuckalatte.


But I’ve been turning Luigi’s question around in my head ever since.

Now that I’ve had some time to think about it, I think this is what I’d say — or what I’d want to say — if asked the same questions again:

“Luigi, when you were a kid, didn’t you dream about going off to slay dragons? Didn’t you dream about being some kind of hero?


“And as you grew up and realized that you probably wouldn’t be slaying any dragons, real or metaphorical, didn’t you get tired of just watching others do physical things? Didn’t you get tired of only being involved in surrogateachievement, you know, living vicariously through the basketball players, the soccer players, the Italian bocce ball players, or whoever it is you admire?

“Maybe you actually were involved in some organized sport, but if you’re like most conventional athletes, you only used weight training as a means to an end. You wanted to be a better tight end or a better power forward, but once you stopped competing in your sport, you stopped weight lifting.

“But you gotta’ understand, people like me never stop lifting weights. The part of us that wanted to slay the dragon? It didn’t die. It won’t.

“We seek to constantly get better, to get the perfect body or set a personal record or just be prepared for all the physical challenges — the what ifs the cosmos dumps on us.

“But we know deep down that the perfect body or ultimate personal record can never really be achieved, because our imagination always sets the goal a step or two or three ahead of what we’ve accomplished. And we also know that the universe is merciless enough to give us a few physical challenges that we won’t be, can’t be, prepared for.

“So it’s not the goal that’s important, it’s the journey. The journey’s the thing. The journey’s the reward.

“There aren’t a lot of us in the demographic, Luigi, but goddam we’ve got a powerful lobby.

“People like me are painfully aware of living in a world drained of spiritual values; who feel alienated; who feel impotent. So we try to be a type of hero. Again, we probably won’t slay any dragons, but we train just in case.

“We not only want to look badass, we want to bebadass so we can smite evil. And evil has a lot of faces nowadays.

“So we undertake what’s much like the classic journey of the hero that Joseph Campbell wrote about: separation from society where we practice denial, endure hardship, experience pain, and ultimately get — or get a part of — what we were seeking.

“The whole training experience is almost like the Vision Quest that was part of the Lakota Indian’s life. When the Lakota needed guidance, he’d purify himself in a sweat lodge and forgo food or shelter until he received spiritual guidance — that or a nasty case of heat rash.

“Well, the gym is our sweat lodge and if you don’t think a good squat or deadlift workout is purifying, then there are no suitable words to convince you otherwise; you have to experience it yourself. And I tell you, a good workout — no, a great workout, one where you have nothing left and you’re sweating and you haven’t held back on one rep of one set — is spiritual.

“The Hindu speak of the Kundalini, the Mother Goddess, the divine power that’s asleep at the base of the spine. If you arouse it, the phenomena associated with its awakening range from bizarre physical sensations to pain, visions, brilliant light, ecstasy, bliss, and even transcendence of self.

“This may be hard for you to swallow, but when I do a set of heavy overhead barbell presses and feel that peculiar tension in the base of my spine, I think I know what the Hindu are talking about. At the very least, I’ve had the pain, the visions, and the brilliant light!

“Sure, this all sounds like I’m comparing weight training to religion, but what is it if it isn’t a religion?  My best thoughts come to me during a workout, and whatever demons I had plaguing me prior to walking into the gym have been exorcised by my exercise. And what’s the gym but a temple and what’s the clanging of the weights but the peal of the bells?

“I know it’s hard for you to understand Luigi, but the people like me practice denial to the point of sometimes being almost monastic. We often avoid people, social events, and rich food, all in the single-minded pursuit of a kind of perfection.

“Yeah, it’s sometimes painful, but that’s how we achieve heroic status. The more challenging the situation we overcome, the greater our stature. The demon you swallow gives you its power.

“We may never get to fight our dragon, but that’s okay. As Joseph Campbell said, the greater life’s pain, the greater life’s reply.

“And beyond the metaphysical component there’s the esthetic component. Sure, most of us want to not only be better, but also look better. We’re every bit the sculptors of ancient Greece, only our medium is flesh instead of clay or marble. And if we look better, we might just be worthy of the love of Aphrodite and the pursuit of beauty is a fine and worthy thing.


“But hey, it looks like I’ve come back the metaphysical, because what’s beauty other than the reflection of the divinity of the universe?

“I help maintain this website called T-Nation, Luigi, but don’t bother looking at it because I don’t think you’d get it. On the surface, it looks like just another site that talks about weights, but it’s a lot more than that.

“It’s a blend of cerebral pursuits, lusty hedonism, and the pursuit of physical perfection and performance. It’s the voice of a type of man that’s a hell of a lot more alive than you, but I don’t expect you to understand that.

“Have you ever heard of the myth of Theseus and Ariadne? Theseus was a Greek boy who volunteered to kill the half-man, half-bull creature known as the Minotaur. To do so, he had to descend into a labyrinth from which escape was nearly impossible. However, the maiden Ariadne gave him a ball of thread to fasten to the door so that after descending into the labyrinth and killing the Minotaur, he could make his way back.

“That’s T-Nation’s job, to help people like us find their Ariadne thread, to help guide them through this journey we’ve all chosen. Oh yeah, it’s also T-Nation’s job to help you defeat that dragon, or Minotaur, as the case may be.


So Luigi, that’s why I write down what I lifted and that’s why I want to get better. I want to be my own hero, be the protagonist in the book of my life and not just some third-rate character whose life is notable only for his total lack of conviction or purpose.

“So have another soy latte, you uncomprehending, weak kneed, pot-bellied, slack jawed, pseudo intellectual waste of flesh.”

That’s what I should have said to Luigi, but in retrospect, he isn’t really deserving of an answer. Heroes-in-training shouldn’t have to answer questions about their convictions. They just do what they have to do.

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the above article is written by TC

Once again.

November 28, 2009

Hello there 🙂

I’m back here again, november 28th 2009. 5:40pm as i start typing this.
I wanted something to write down other than my little brown book.
But i want to get back. These 20 years in my life. the 20th year was when i started fiddling with weights, thanks to a good friend of mine.
I want to use this blog as a training log, but also to share about stuff of mine.


It’s Dasic mainly because I’m D and I wanna get back to the basic , get strong and build up.

I’m weak now but why not try to bring it to the table. 🙂


My goal is to break 225, in everything  . Till then let me try.. =O