Dear Diary,
Saturday the 31st of January 2009, 4am-ish
So I was singing in the shower today, played myself out too as a secret agent-ish narrating codenames as if I had been trained in the US marines and I thought myself, why the hell don't I write a book?
Geez why not, I may not be the most brightest kid in Malaysia, and I haven't quite covered all those complex terminologies and blingblongs in the vast pages of the english dictionary,
But I sure do have enough common sense to know that I'm going to face an empire of dancers from all around the world and will need to invest an insane amount of time get crush and walk past them in order to achieve fame, I still am hopeful of my singing classes, it's just something transcendant that's been bothering me for god knows how long, the word.. destiny.
If I had to answer a 'What makes YOU, a no-named lazy highschool graduate with some tiny filing experience in your father's firm, think, that you are capable of creating the best book ever written, that you could even possibly dream of being as big as Harry Potter?'
Oh so simple. 'It is, dear guest, the imaginary boundary between what's real and what's fantasy. Plus, I believe you only get the chance to live once.'
jeebus gawd man, I have to plan a shitload of projects ahead of my day, it's all messed up and I reallyyyyy am annoyed with procrastinating.
~Sam
My doomed future brilliantly played out in a movie.
Dear Diary,
Thursday the 29th of January 2009, 9.19 pm
Watching this movie, I realised I was about to fly and spread my wings, it was beautiful, it was where careers started, I was working at a j-rock wannabe clothes store then and was quickly gaining attention. Eventually a huge fight broke out between me and my dad, it was ugly.
My wings had been cut-off, my hopes and dreams were dashed.
But thinking about it now, where would an aging asian dude wearing makeup go when he turns adult, goddamn I would've been in deep shit if I left the family that day.
I had to look for another inspiration in life, look for a new meaning to live. I could see myself as an entertainer and businessman in the future, but in the end,
It's hard to grow new wings, especially this time stronger.
Revolutionary Road.
This movie was adapted from the novel, it's a mid 1950's about the disintegration of a relationship, two people who are meant to be apart.
The Wheeler family, who are 'special' in their own way having very alluring personalities. Husband (Leonardo DiCaprio as the actor, you know, the guy from the Titanic) working a shitty dull salesman job his dad had worked for 20 years at, the wife (Kate Winslet, you know the girl in Titanic) going through a failed career as an amateur actress.
They move to a neighborhood called Revolutionary Road struggling to raise their two children. Both of them have a heated argument, next day the husband has an affair with a lady he barely knows.
His wife talks to him about going to Paris, living a different life and escaping from the 'rules' which they are sadly following. There she plans to work as a secretary for NATO and give her husband time to discover himself. He is persuaded but his colleagues at work make fun of it.
Skipping the rest of the movie, eventually the wife dies and her husband moves to the city to work with sales specialists and the movie ends there.
The sense of destiny and want moving to Paris, it's so similar to mine.
What's weird is how it scarily portrays my thought of marrying at an early age, lots of people give up their dreams after having children, because it's risky.
~Sam
Thursday the 29th of January 2009, 9.19 pm
Watching this movie, I realised I was about to fly and spread my wings, it was beautiful, it was where careers started, I was working at a j-rock wannabe clothes store then and was quickly gaining attention. Eventually a huge fight broke out between me and my dad, it was ugly.
My wings had been cut-off, my hopes and dreams were dashed.
But thinking about it now, where would an aging asian dude wearing makeup go when he turns adult, goddamn I would've been in deep shit if I left the family that day.
I had to look for another inspiration in life, look for a new meaning to live. I could see myself as an entertainer and businessman in the future, but in the end,
It's hard to grow new wings, especially this time stronger.
Revolutionary Road.
This movie was adapted from the novel, it's a mid 1950's about the disintegration of a relationship, two people who are meant to be apart.
The Wheeler family, who are 'special' in their own way having very alluring personalities. Husband (Leonardo DiCaprio as the actor, you know, the guy from the Titanic) working a shitty dull salesman job his dad had worked for 20 years at, the wife (Kate Winslet, you know the girl in Titanic) going through a failed career as an amateur actress.
They move to a neighborhood called Revolutionary Road struggling to raise their two children. Both of them have a heated argument, next day the husband has an affair with a lady he barely knows.
His wife talks to him about going to Paris, living a different life and escaping from the 'rules' which they are sadly following. There she plans to work as a secretary for NATO and give her husband time to discover himself. He is persuaded but his colleagues at work make fun of it.
Skipping the rest of the movie, eventually the wife dies and her husband moves to the city to work with sales specialists and the movie ends there.
The sense of destiny and want moving to Paris, it's so similar to mine.
What's weird is how it scarily portrays my thought of marrying at an early age, lots of people give up their dreams after having children, because it's risky.
~Sam
Going away for 3 days
Dear Diary,
Monday the 26th of January 2009, 3.20pm-ish
I have to go back to my hometown~
omfg I lost $100 in 30 minutes of gambling LOL my luck's so bad this year
I won back to $80 and lost to $30 again
cant wait to play Texas hold em' up poker
and collect hong pao ;D byebye to my house for now, it's money time~
~Sam
Monday the 26th of January 2009, 3.20pm-ish
I have to go back to my hometown~
omfg I lost $100 in 30 minutes of gambling LOL my luck's so bad this year
I won back to $80 and lost to $30 again
cant wait to play Texas hold em' up poker
and collect hong pao ;D byebye to my house for now, it's money time~
~Sam
Poofing for 3 days
Dear Diary,
Monday 26th of January 2009, 4am in the morning
woohoo it's chinese new year, time to collect all those hong pao
eff those idiots who spell them out as 'ang pow', go ang their own asses, it's HONG
imma go back to my hometown for 3 days, and i'll be free for another week when I get back
I'll go back to the british council on february, studies are top priority over everything else.
I need my determination back
~Sam
Monday 26th of January 2009, 4am in the morning
woohoo it's chinese new year, time to collect all those hong pao
eff those idiots who spell them out as 'ang pow', go ang their own asses, it's HONG
imma go back to my hometown for 3 days, and i'll be free for another week when I get back
I'll go back to the british council on february, studies are top priority over everything else.
I need my determination back
~Sam
Getsum new moves
Dear Diary,
Saturday the 24th of January 2009, 1.40am-ish
Geez I needs to sleep earlier and set a good time x3
sammy gotta practice new moves, focus on one specialty at a time so i can master something geez
hmmm hiphop vocal piano guitar latin dance studying
lesse here the priorities should be set according to the order of importance =3
-hiphop
-vocal
-latin dance
-studying
-guitar
zzzzzzz its hard to sort it outs Dx
me ish gonna bed ~3~
~Sam
Saturday the 24th of January 2009, 1.40am-ish
Geez I needs to sleep earlier and set a good time x3
sammy gotta practice new moves, focus on one specialty at a time so i can master something geez
hmmm hiphop vocal piano guitar latin dance studying
lesse here the priorities should be set according to the order of importance =3
-hiphop
-vocal
-latin dance
-studying
-guitar
zzzzzzz its hard to sort it outs Dx
me ish gonna bed ~3~
~Sam
So much to do jeebus
Dear Diary,
Friday the 23rd of January 2009, 1.30am-ish
I have so much to do, I have to continue the cafe project, practice piano, practice guitar, dance and singing, i have to keep updating the blog too
most importantly, studying for o' levels
and making videos and stuff, i want free time to do it x[
have to sleep
~Sam
Friday the 23rd of January 2009, 1.30am-ish
I have so much to do, I have to continue the cafe project, practice piano, practice guitar, dance and singing, i have to keep updating the blog too
most importantly, studying for o' levels
and making videos and stuff, i want free time to do it x[
have to sleep
~Sam
I've improved 400%
Dear Diary,
Monday the 19th of January 2009, 11.30pm-ish
Yesterday I didn't have time to blog due to my deep slumber.
Saturday
Did I mention I've signed up for vocal classes again? My new teacher's around my age, he's a classical singer, meaning Pavoratti power house opera singing. He has this all-knowing knowledgeable mystery surrounding him, I knew I picked the right person. After listening to my voice, he said I had something special, and that he'd push me to the max to open up my vocal chords and develop a very powerful voice, I knew I could sing, somehow. As for piano class it's kind of static, more like drifting away, I have to push myself harder on it.
Sunday
In both hiphop and latin dance, I've adapted and become really good at both. Our great instructor gives me a very studious look each time I dance. She was measuring my feet for some Latin dance-shoes I placed an order on, I asked her 'Have I improved?' and a very eye-opening reply came back to me, 'You've improved extremely, but I can tell you're still not practicing at home.', she replied. She must be psychic or something.. but I admit I didn't even 'try' at all. I knew I was a natural, somehow. Now I have to prepare for Ms. Malaysia and Ms. World 2009.
Argh as for today
I've slipped on a pile of poop from either a monkey or a dog, while I went jogging and dodged a car, Jeong said she put it there though...
anyways, I read on a very interesting column from the Men's Health magazine Sept 2008 edition that I bought for $5 bucks long ago and spontaneously decided to follow it after much discomfort watching other teenagers my age with better bodies.
After mindlessly working out and seeing only 60% progress made with my body within a very long period of 4 years, I've decided to abandon my old routine and fully pursue what could be the ultimate workout regime.
The 'SRM' stands for Single repetition at Maximum. It's basically the heaviest weight you can possibly lift, you know the heavy one that usually makes you grunt, in one go.
In order to achieve MAXIMUM muscle growth, you have to do 3 sets of 12 repetitions using 80% SRM.
And I did all that EACH on 11 freaking different muscles; the Middle pectorals, upper pec, lower pec, abdominals, lower abs, frontal shoulder, middle shoulder, back shoulder, trapezius, bicep and tricep. Gym from 7pm to 10.30pm wasn't exactly how I planned it, but I loved every second of it.
Oh god as soon as I managed to finish ultimate SRM workout I couldn't stop sweating like a pig and my whole body was moving like jelly. Amazingly my body actually hurts today, that means it's going to be hell tomorrow, and it the end pain always means gain, so I'm going to gain probably about 1.6% bodymass of lean muscle. woohoo
I'm going to sms this to Kristian lol.
'Perhaps the very existence of your membership to the gym revolves around my very meaningful reply in order for you to achieve your desired main body frame. Very well, I've written it all out on my blog at smexy-sam.blogspot.com, enjoy.'
and I'll bet he's laughing after reading my blog for the first time.
geez it's late, I'm going to bed.
Sincerely Yours,
Sam
Monday the 19th of January 2009, 11.30pm-ish
Yesterday I didn't have time to blog due to my deep slumber.
Saturday
Did I mention I've signed up for vocal classes again? My new teacher's around my age, he's a classical singer, meaning Pavoratti power house opera singing. He has this all-knowing knowledgeable mystery surrounding him, I knew I picked the right person. After listening to my voice, he said I had something special, and that he'd push me to the max to open up my vocal chords and develop a very powerful voice, I knew I could sing, somehow. As for piano class it's kind of static, more like drifting away, I have to push myself harder on it.
Sunday
In both hiphop and latin dance, I've adapted and become really good at both. Our great instructor gives me a very studious look each time I dance. She was measuring my feet for some Latin dance-shoes I placed an order on, I asked her 'Have I improved?' and a very eye-opening reply came back to me, 'You've improved extremely, but I can tell you're still not practicing at home.', she replied. She must be psychic or something.. but I admit I didn't even 'try' at all. I knew I was a natural, somehow. Now I have to prepare for Ms. Malaysia and Ms. World 2009.
Argh as for today
I've slipped on a pile of poop from either a monkey or a dog, while I went jogging and dodged a car, Jeong said she put it there though...
anyways, I read on a very interesting column from the Men's Health magazine Sept 2008 edition that I bought for $5 bucks long ago and spontaneously decided to follow it after much discomfort watching other teenagers my age with better bodies.
After mindlessly working out and seeing only 60% progress made with my body within a very long period of 4 years, I've decided to abandon my old routine and fully pursue what could be the ultimate workout regime.
The 'SRM' stands for Single repetition at Maximum. It's basically the heaviest weight you can possibly lift, you know the heavy one that usually makes you grunt, in one go.
In order to achieve MAXIMUM muscle growth, you have to do 3 sets of 12 repetitions using 80% SRM.
And I did all that EACH on 11 freaking different muscles; the Middle pectorals, upper pec, lower pec, abdominals, lower abs, frontal shoulder, middle shoulder, back shoulder, trapezius, bicep and tricep. Gym from 7pm to 10.30pm wasn't exactly how I planned it, but I loved every second of it.
Oh god as soon as I managed to finish ultimate SRM workout I couldn't stop sweating like a pig and my whole body was moving like jelly. Amazingly my body actually hurts today, that means it's going to be hell tomorrow, and it the end pain always means gain, so I'm going to gain probably about 1.6% bodymass of lean muscle. woohoo
I'm going to sms this to Kristian lol.
'Perhaps the very existence of your membership to the gym revolves around my very meaningful reply in order for you to achieve your desired main body frame. Very well, I've written it all out on my blog at smexy-sam.blogspot.com, enjoy.'
and I'll bet he's laughing after reading my blog for the first time.
geez it's late, I'm going to bed.
Sincerely Yours,
Sam
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