the entry through the year

this entry is all about deluging you people with a selection of pictures i have amassed over the past year. no caption fillers, just death by pictorial haranguer. enjoy!

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the entry about a stork revisit

i'm not much one for resolutions but i've managed to stick onto my current one like a sticky note-pad. so it is lesson six of powerplates, and i'm feeling great about it. i am never much of a person who sweats, but every time yours truly steps on that damned machine, i'm drenched head to toe in my own perspiration after every session, without fail.

anyhows, i was browsing in sephora (skin care conglomerate) and i careened into an aisle which sold a line of baby skin care products, aptly called babies only. i thought only adults were privileged vain shitez, but apparently this entitlement has been extended to crawling infants who would like to fawn over themselves as well. the series boasted serums, shampoos, balms, wash, etc, ie. another commercial gimmick. like anyone would buy them. bah!

well, i scooped out a couple, thinking it would make a nice gift for my niece-in-the-making. yeah, incoming! come september, i would be a reluctant-albeit-chirpy uncle of two. or at least until the insatiable duo couple otherwise known as my bro and sister-in-law decide a few more is in order.

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the entry of ecstatic aesthetics

know this: the area within the vicinity of my lips has become a treasure trove of pustular breakouts and whiteheads, creating the illusion of a white moustache all fuckin around. it is times like this that you really appreciate infomercials peddling products like proactiv. any takers on that?

speaking of which, i'm a freaking vain shitez, it's crazy. i am constantly purveying new skincare products that guarantees to be the creme de la creme, as though my already bursting arsenal of products i've procured isn't enough to begin with; i could practically do different permutations of skincare regimes.

this pro-epidermis attitude had me swiping a few items off the counter at the malls today just because they, according to the persuasive salesgirl, were "good for the skin". i racked these up in a matter of exactly under 30 mins (and i'm praying they take even shorter to work their magic):

my new facial routine, clockwise from left: lab series age-less face cream, a daily moisturizer that erases the signs of aging, peter thomas roth glycolic acid hydrating gel, a mild exfoliant to clarify lifeless skin tones, peter thomas roth hyaluronic acid, a must-buy serum that attracts moisture to the skin up to 1000 times its own weight, and ole henriksen lift eye gel for tired, insipid eyes like yours truly.

on other news, i did a little brow-threading at browhaus, and it was a total disaster. the folks decided to administer a perpetually surprised look for me that i'm looking a little k.d.lang-ish, and i totally can't rock the andro look. i am a disgruntled customer, so no pictures of me furtively hiding my face. man, i feel emasculated.

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the entry of lean mastications

so i've developed a real compulsion with my diet regime, seeing how much time i'll be investing in powerplating over the next month. i now have a tenacious four-meal-a-day protocol, which will see me guzzling down 1) cereal/power lunch with half portion carb 2) fruit platter 3) protein shake 4) fish soup, or anything to that extent which does not involve any carbs. if you must know, which i am pretty sure you don't want to, to make sure i really stick to my guns, there will be no booze weekends for me to look forward to if i do let slip.

this is, by far, the strictest diet i've ever embarked upon, knowing how much of a sucker i am for fat-rich, nutrient-poor nosh. already, i'm feeling stymied without my usual fried fanfare with hoards of kway teoh and the likes of it. how comforting it is to know that there are magazines and media that celebrate cadaverous bodies or steroid-boosted adonics and indirectly denouncing us couch-potato pudges.

harrumph, if only obtrusive love handles and beer bellies were celebrated in this part of the world.

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the entry shanghai-ed my glutes

it was criminally lax of me to allow my fitness activity to glide at a glacial pace. i've mentioned before in my resolution to frequent the gym conscientiously. my attempt is more than deplorable. the only pizazz i've added to my list of noteworthy achievements of late is to slump over in bed, scroll down facebook, and listen to miley warbling about being almost able to see the dream that she's been dreaming (hint: vertical ascent), whilst knocking down enemies in final fantasy xiii. someone award me a trophy for multi-tasking already.

confound me, but have i lately broached the exercise phenomenon known as vibrate-till-your-ass-muscles-buckle? the nomenclature of this form of exercise, a.k.a power plates, is the latest craze which has taken over hollywood by storm led by the honchos of celebs like madonna and clint eastwood. power plates uses the principle of acceleration training to simulate the body's natural response to vibration. a 25-minute workout is equivalent to two to three hours in the gym!

cookiedough needs to feel his abs.

four more abs to go to an adonis body.

the solution to it all: power plates!

me with paul in tow.

the folks at croyez studio (pronounced as 'krwah-yay'), which is located at dempsey road, invited me and my intrepid crony paul to give a shot at being a powerplater. verdict: fifteen minutes into the exercise and i was sweating crazy my underarm deodorant smelled like fresh pine that was one day too old. not pleasant at all. my forecast for next few days is intense muscle aches with high possibility of torrential cramps.

a myriad of power plate regimes to cater to different individuals.

jane, our sprightly coach, feigning niceness. devil incarnate!

power plates proves to be not as easy as it looks.

a big thank-you to gwendolyn, the owner of croyez.

am i going back for more of this? you betcha. i just need to invest in more potent sweatsticks. to find out more about this revolutionary exercise, call 6474 4133/6474 4140 or visit their website at www.croyez.com.sg.

in other news, my office is piling with trash. evidently, there isn't a system for taking out the dump. our office has three waste bins and no one clears it fastidiously enough that fruit-flies have been growing amongst them. this morning i went digging through the pile and fished out a wrapped sandwich that went bad almost a week ago. i am going to go all pep-talky on these spudhead staff real soon.

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the entry of gleeful quotes

by now, i'm sure everyone has caught onto the bandwagon of the whirlwind hit tv series that is glee. it's a culmination of high school musical-meets-mean girls with a tight script that's fun, funny and has heart. already, i've developed an irrepressible foible for the characters like self-idolizing sue sylvester, or emma pilsbury, whose case of ocd is a tad, well, obsessive. the series' gotten to me so much, everytime i hear i kissed a girl on the airwaves, i have half a mind to slap my thigh like how stutter-y tina does it in the series.

so here's a tribute with my top ten quotes from the show:

10. "your resentment is delicious". - sue

9. "anything less than a four-hundred thread count and i could break out into impetigo!" - sandy

8. "eavesdrop much?" - quinn

7. "i swear to you i will stick my fist so far down your throat you'll taste my armpit hairs!" - ken

6. "my body is like a rum chocolate souffle: if i don't warm it up right, it doesn't rise." - kurt

5. "we just sold all seventeen copies of your cd!" "i didn't even have to show any of them my bosoms!" - will's folks

4. "take what away?" - brittany, who else?

3. "who is josh groban? kill yourself!" - sandy

2. "i'll often yell at homeless people, 'hey, how's that homelessness working out for you? give not being homeless a try, huh?' " - sue

1. "have you ever liked somebody so much you just wanna lock yourself up in your room, turn on sad music and cry?" - rachel "no." - emma (segues into car scene of emma alone, crying and hysterically singing along to the stereo "all by myself")

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the entry about coming back

it doesn't take a rocket scientist to know i've been sleeping way too long on composing a new entry. the thing is, i didn't even have a chance to do anything more than just run-of-the-mill work, let alone contemplate the prospects of hibernation.

for the past three months, i have taken on a two-pronged approach towards work: quasi-slaving in prudential as a business development officer, whilst unabashedly earning on the overrides of my agents i brought in, and also fronting a new company doing telemarketing consultancy that took up a bulk of my time.

that has inevitably brought about a dearth to the activity rate in this blog. but now that my new company's shaping up after months of fine-tuning, it's time to get back into the swing of things. infinite props to all ye commenters: your words of encouraging verbal mojo certainly kept things afloat and i am exultant.

this is a quickie entry and i'm rusty, so there's not a lot of thought and effort put behind this. but i reckon by the next one i should be back on track. meanwhile here's some photos. it's little.

me donning on my shirt-tie ensemble.

a famous chinese eatery near my office that serves delectable delights.

be forewarned of snaking crowds.

the dough-kneading damsel in the eatery who chooses incognitus.

look how much fun we are having playing hide and seek. best friends forever!

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