Thursday, December 24, 2009
If you don't try, you can't fail.
If you don't go into the kitchen, you won't get burnt. But you will go hungry.
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Is your epidermis showing?
Hi Jared,
When I was a kid one of my friends used to go around
cracking a joke and saying "hey, your epidermis is
showing!".
Most kids had no idea that epidermis simply meant your skin,
so you can imagine that this joke created instant terror in
the minds of some of my childhood pals. Yeah, my buddy even
got me with this one.
But the role your epidermis, or skin, plays in your ability
to burn fat is no laughing matter. In fact, did you know
that when you burn fat, most of it is eliminated through
your skin? Let me explain...(please forgive the rudimentary
science lesson ;-))
You see, when we're burning fat, we're burning stored
calories. And calories are simply a measure of energy, or
more specifically heat energy.
Now, years ago, our good pal Albert Einstein showed us that
energy cannot be created or destroyed, only transferred.
Plants get energy through photosynthesis. Animals get this
energy by eating the plants or other animals. Humans get
this energy by eating animals and plants. Yeah, I'm
talking about the energy cycle here.
So when you burn fat, you are burning heat energy, and this
must be transferred out of your body and back into the
energy cycle. And about 75% of this heat transfer occurs
through the layers of your skin. (About 15% transfers
through your urine, which is another reason why increase
water consumption helps you transfer more fat from your
body).
How do we apply this knowledge to burn more fat faster?
Well, we can improve the effectiveness of this fat transfer
by dressing in cooler clothes, not wearing hats, going
barefoot more often, and not bundling up with blankets.
Basically, anything to give our skin the best chance to
transfer the body fat we are working so hard to burn.
So make it easier on yourself, let your skin do its job of
transferring your stored body fat back into the energy
cycle, and you'll be leaner faster.
While this may seem a little weird, you now know that
shedding some clothes can actually help you shed body
fat...cool huh?
OK, we'll talk soon...
Here's to getting lean, strong, and healthy for life,
Rob Poulos
Zero to Hero Fitness
When I was a kid one of my friends used to go around
cracking a joke and saying "hey, your epidermis is
showing!".
Most kids had no idea that epidermis simply meant your skin,
so you can imagine that this joke created instant terror in
the minds of some of my childhood pals. Yeah, my buddy even
got me with this one.
But the role your epidermis, or skin, plays in your ability
to burn fat is no laughing matter. In fact, did you know
that when you burn fat, most of it is eliminated through
your skin? Let me explain...(please forgive the rudimentary
science lesson ;-))
You see, when we're burning fat, we're burning stored
calories. And calories are simply a measure of energy, or
more specifically heat energy.
Now, years ago, our good pal Albert Einstein showed us that
energy cannot be created or destroyed, only transferred.
Plants get energy through photosynthesis. Animals get this
energy by eating the plants or other animals. Humans get
this energy by eating animals and plants. Yeah, I'm
talking about the energy cycle here.
So when you burn fat, you are burning heat energy, and this
must be transferred out of your body and back into the
energy cycle. And about 75% of this heat transfer occurs
through the layers of your skin. (About 15% transfers
through your urine, which is another reason why increase
water consumption helps you transfer more fat from your
body).
How do we apply this knowledge to burn more fat faster?
Well, we can improve the effectiveness of this fat transfer
by dressing in cooler clothes, not wearing hats, going
barefoot more often, and not bundling up with blankets.
Basically, anything to give our skin the best chance to
transfer the body fat we are working so hard to burn.
So make it easier on yourself, let your skin do its job of
transferring your stored body fat back into the energy
cycle, and you'll be leaner faster.
While this may seem a little weird, you now know that
shedding some clothes can actually help you shed body
fat...cool huh?
OK, we'll talk soon...
Here's to getting lean, strong, and healthy for life,
Rob Poulos
Zero to Hero Fitness
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Squatting or Sitting?
Today I had to take a dump before watching Avatar. To my horrors, the cinema had no squatting toilet. So I had to wipe down the seat, and it was really cold when I sat on it, and somehow I felt like my butthole was not opened enough. Lol. Squatting is the best!
Vote on the poll! Which do YOU prefer?
Vote on the poll! Which do YOU prefer?
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Finger Game
"Let's play a game," she said, "Close your eyes and give me your finger."
She pulled his finger downwards, and moved the tip across something hard...
"Go on, guess what it is!"
It was not cool enough to be metal, it had to be wood. He pushed down lightly and it lowered slightly, she was holding it.
"A piece of wood?" He guessed.
"Wrong!" She slapped him. "That was your punishment! Haha! Try again. Be more specific."
"It's a box."
She hit him with the back of her hand. "That was for balance! Heehee. And you're right."
He felt her open the box. Then she took hold of his finger again, and made him touch something else. Powdery. A moment later he smelt it.
"Some sort of spice.. Chili powder?"
"Close enough! It's chili pepper. You can try some, as a reward!" She moved his finger to his mouth, and he sucked it. His eyes began to water.
"The substances that give chili peppers their intensity are called capsaicinoids. When consumed, capsaicinoids bind with pain receptors in the mouth and throat that are normally responsible for sensing heat that send a message to the brain telling it that the person has consumed something hot. The brain responds to the burning sensation by raising the heart rate, increasing perspiration and releasing endorphins! Hmm. Endorphins. Let me try some now..."
She dipped his finger into the box, and then moved it to her mouth. She sucked. He felt her tongue on his fingertip, licking off the last remnants of powder. It felt rough, like sandpaper.
"Oooh!" She exclaimed. "I know what will be really spicy."
She licked his finger one last time. Then she moved it. It was moist, and warm, and... he opened his eyes.
"C'mon! You cheater!" Her voice sounded funny. She had stuck his finger up her left nostril.
----
I thought of this while picking my nose.
She pulled his finger downwards, and moved the tip across something hard...
"Go on, guess what it is!"
It was not cool enough to be metal, it had to be wood. He pushed down lightly and it lowered slightly, she was holding it.
"A piece of wood?" He guessed.
"Wrong!" She slapped him. "That was your punishment! Haha! Try again. Be more specific."
"It's a box."
She hit him with the back of her hand. "That was for balance! Heehee. And you're right."
He felt her open the box. Then she took hold of his finger again, and made him touch something else. Powdery. A moment later he smelt it.
"Some sort of spice.. Chili powder?"
"Close enough! It's chili pepper. You can try some, as a reward!" She moved his finger to his mouth, and he sucked it. His eyes began to water.
"The substances that give chili peppers their intensity are called capsaicinoids. When consumed, capsaicinoids bind with pain receptors in the mouth and throat that are normally responsible for sensing heat that send a message to the brain telling it that the person has consumed something hot. The brain responds to the burning sensation by raising the heart rate, increasing perspiration and releasing endorphins! Hmm. Endorphins. Let me try some now..."
She dipped his finger into the box, and then moved it to her mouth. She sucked. He felt her tongue on his fingertip, licking off the last remnants of powder. It felt rough, like sandpaper.
"Oooh!" She exclaimed. "I know what will be really spicy."
She licked his finger one last time. Then she moved it. It was moist, and warm, and... he opened his eyes.
"C'mon! You cheater!" Her voice sounded funny. She had stuck his finger up her left nostril.
----
I thought of this while picking my nose.
Friday, December 11, 2009
I can be bought by food.
Anna: Hey, Jared, can send me home?
Jared: Your house... got food anot?
Anna: Yeah... some noodles...
Jared: Let's go.
Jared: Your house... got food anot?
Anna: Yeah... some noodles...
Jared: Let's go.
Impossible
Captain Cloud stared in horror as his men, battle-hardened veterans all, fell like wheat before the lean, beardless boy who moved like water, sword striking like a snake.
The small tribal village had barely seemed worthy of addition into the great empire of King Dardar; it was nothing more than a collection of huts, the people did not even carry weapons to defend themselves.
Sergeant Muro had been the first to fall. When he struck a woman, the youth in the loincloth appeared, saying, “I am going to kill him. If you do not wish it, tell me to stop now.”
Muro laughed and drew his blade, then gurgled in surprise as it was driven into his own belly. The hand covering his was soft, like that of a child. He looked into the grinning eyes of his killer, who gently removed Muro’s hand from the hilt and pulled his sword out of the lump of flesh.
Then he was among them, and blood flowed freely onto the earth.
“Impossible… Who are you, boy?” Captain Cloud shuddered as he listened to the death cries of his men, those unlucky ones who had their bellies cut open or limbs sheared off. In vain they attempted to hold in their guts, or stem the escape of their life blood.
The boy had somehow managed to come out of the melee without a speck of blood on his body; it was only his blade that was covered in blood and gore.
“It is not I, but my God that makes all things possible,” he said simply, as he separated head from body with a quick swing.
The captain watched as his body crumpled lifeless beside him. “Which god do you serve?” he asked desperately, for he knew his time was short.
The young man looked down and said, “There is only one God, my friend. He is called Shalom, the God of Peace.”
The small tribal village had barely seemed worthy of addition into the great empire of King Dardar; it was nothing more than a collection of huts, the people did not even carry weapons to defend themselves.
Sergeant Muro had been the first to fall. When he struck a woman, the youth in the loincloth appeared, saying, “I am going to kill him. If you do not wish it, tell me to stop now.”
Muro laughed and drew his blade, then gurgled in surprise as it was driven into his own belly. The hand covering his was soft, like that of a child. He looked into the grinning eyes of his killer, who gently removed Muro’s hand from the hilt and pulled his sword out of the lump of flesh.
Then he was among them, and blood flowed freely onto the earth.
“Impossible… Who are you, boy?” Captain Cloud shuddered as he listened to the death cries of his men, those unlucky ones who had their bellies cut open or limbs sheared off. In vain they attempted to hold in their guts, or stem the escape of their life blood.
The boy had somehow managed to come out of the melee without a speck of blood on his body; it was only his blade that was covered in blood and gore.
“It is not I, but my God that makes all things possible,” he said simply, as he separated head from body with a quick swing.
The captain watched as his body crumpled lifeless beside him. “Which god do you serve?” he asked desperately, for he knew his time was short.
The young man looked down and said, “There is only one God, my friend. He is called Shalom, the God of Peace.”
Nothing is Impossible
Dissatisfaction comes only with the knowledge that something is missing, that there is more to be had... Catching a glimpse of perfection, can anyone not lust after it, although knowing full well it is impossible to attain...
Ignorance is bliss, indeed... But knowledge is power... Those seeking to gather power to themselves hoard it, claim ownership, buying and selling. Words, thoughts, ideas... are distributed and so power flows.
A web of streams and pools, where every person jealously guards their territory while attempting to expand it, never realizing that once upon a time, we swam in an ocean together... where knowledge, and power, was freely available to all, and owned by none.
Genesis 11
Now the whole world had one language and a common speech. As men moved eastward they found a plain in Shinar and settled there.
They said to each other, "Come, let's make bricks and bake them thoroughly." They used brick instead of stone, and tar for mortar. Then they said, "Come let us build ourselves a city, with a tower that reaches to the heavens, so that we may make a name for ourselves and not be scattered over the face of the whole earth.
But the Lord came down to see the city and the tower that the men were building. The Lord said, "If as one people speaking the same language they have begun to do this, then nothing they plan to do will be impossible for them. Come, let us go down and confuse their language so they will not understand each other."
So the Lord scattered them from there over all the earth, and they stopped building the city. That is why it was called Babel - because there the Lord confused the language of the whole world. From there the Lord scattered them over the face of the whole earth.
Ignorance is bliss, indeed... But knowledge is power... Those seeking to gather power to themselves hoard it, claim ownership, buying and selling. Words, thoughts, ideas... are distributed and so power flows.
A web of streams and pools, where every person jealously guards their territory while attempting to expand it, never realizing that once upon a time, we swam in an ocean together... where knowledge, and power, was freely available to all, and owned by none.
Genesis 11
Now the whole world had one language and a common speech. As men moved eastward they found a plain in Shinar and settled there.
They said to each other, "Come, let's make bricks and bake them thoroughly." They used brick instead of stone, and tar for mortar. Then they said, "Come let us build ourselves a city, with a tower that reaches to the heavens, so that we may make a name for ourselves and not be scattered over the face of the whole earth.
But the Lord came down to see the city and the tower that the men were building. The Lord said, "If as one people speaking the same language they have begun to do this, then nothing they plan to do will be impossible for them. Come, let us go down and confuse their language so they will not understand each other."
So the Lord scattered them from there over all the earth, and they stopped building the city. That is why it was called Babel - because there the Lord confused the language of the whole world. From there the Lord scattered them over the face of the whole earth.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
I'm going to wax, next time.
Tweezing is way too laborious. BTW, if you didn't know, this post is about plucking armpit hair. My mom had a fun time, torturing me. Good bonding session it was. But next time, I'm waxing.
Jared says (8:23 PM):
but i like la, no armpit hair
no funky smell
haha
[ y u i n e ] says (8:23 PM):
lawl
Jared says (8:24 PM):
my sister told me it would be like that
i like
[ y u i n e ] says (8:24 PM):
hahhaha
less bacteria trapped
Jared says (8:23 PM):
but i like la, no armpit hair
no funky smell
haha
[ y u i n e ] says (8:23 PM):
lawl
Jared says (8:24 PM):
my sister told me it would be like that
i like
[ y u i n e ] says (8:24 PM):
hahhaha
less bacteria trapped
Friday, December 4, 2009
Results and Rain
So results are out and I passed everything. Whoo. I did quite well actually. Hehe.
It's been raining two mornings in a row and as a result I have not been running. I think I'll do a bit extra today, yesterday's pushups felt inadequate. Alright. It's 7 a.m. now. Time to start. I would have slept in but I'm already awake. =p
MOTIVATION! RAIN!
Hehe really, I only thought of him halfway through the post, and the title was chosen because it's raining right now.
It's been raining two mornings in a row and as a result I have not been running. I think I'll do a bit extra today, yesterday's pushups felt inadequate. Alright. It's 7 a.m. now. Time to start. I would have slept in but I'm already awake. =p
MOTIVATION! RAIN!
Hehe really, I only thought of him halfway through the post, and the title was chosen because it's raining right now.
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Romance novels make me cry.
I don't know why. They're so silly and I've read so many that I know exactly what's going to happen.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
PushUp/Crunch Superset
I like this workout the best, it would be the one I did if I didn't have much time during the day but still wanted to get some exercise done.
Kenson! This is for you!
Regular Pushup 8
Regular Crunch 8
Wide Pushup 8
Reverse Crunch 8
Close Pushup 8
Situp 8
That's one set. Do it without stopping, then stretch for 30-60 seconds, then repeat. Do as many sets as you can within 20-30 minutes.
For close pushup open your legs for balance.
Kenson! This is for you!
Regular Pushup 8
Regular Crunch 8
Wide Pushup 8
Reverse Crunch 8
Close Pushup 8
Situp 8
That's one set. Do it without stopping, then stretch for 30-60 seconds, then repeat. Do as many sets as you can within 20-30 minutes.
For close pushup open your legs for balance.
Self Boot Camp Day 2! Whee!
Today I took meself out to the park. Fyi, my upper body is one big lump of Sore. Today was lower body day. I actually finished everything. You know what that means? I'm imba. Lower body > Upper body.
3.6 km run (The distance is always so weird cause the book uses miles and I convert)
Squats 45
Lunge 45
Calf raise 60 (each leg)
Skip 150m
Hop 150m
Sprinted a total distance of: 880m
Variety of crunches 360! Whee.
Haha. So fun. My WHOLE body is gonna be one lump of Sore tomorrow.
3.6 km run (The distance is always so weird cause the book uses miles and I convert)
Squats 45
Lunge 45
Calf raise 60 (each leg)
Skip 150m
Hop 150m
Sprinted a total distance of: 880m
Variety of crunches 360! Whee.
Haha. So fun. My WHOLE body is gonna be one lump of Sore tomorrow.
What's that extra something?
That extra something that sets apart the one you're with from the others that you like and are physically attracted to?
YaoYun said that maybe, it's just the amount of time spent together. That's correct, if you're similarly attracted to two people, the bonds with the one you spend more time with would develop more strongly. But what if you've made a promise to be with one of them, and that promise was made to the one you're spending less time with?
I read this on Crystal's blog, she was talking about some book by Tony Parson, which is always about this guy who is "genuinely good" but keeps falling in love, and leaving the one he was in love with previously.
“Kazumi’s great,” Earmon said. “But the world is full of great women. That’s what romantic fools like you never admit. There are a million great women out there. Ten millions. You could be in love with any one of them. Given the right circumstances, given timing. Sooner or later you have to stop tormenting yourself with the thought that there’s just one out there with your name on. You have to be happy with what you’ve got. You have to love the one you’re with. You have to say – this is my home now, this is my wife and this is where I’m staying. Stop looking, Harry. Just stop looking, will you?"
And so for me, that extra something is Commitment. That choice to stick with someone, to stop looking. And right now, I'm not going to look, unless you tell me to start.
YaoYun said that maybe, it's just the amount of time spent together. That's correct, if you're similarly attracted to two people, the bonds with the one you spend more time with would develop more strongly. But what if you've made a promise to be with one of them, and that promise was made to the one you're spending less time with?
I read this on Crystal's blog, she was talking about some book by Tony Parson, which is always about this guy who is "genuinely good" but keeps falling in love, and leaving the one he was in love with previously.
“Kazumi’s great,” Earmon said. “But the world is full of great women. That’s what romantic fools like you never admit. There are a million great women out there. Ten millions. You could be in love with any one of them. Given the right circumstances, given timing. Sooner or later you have to stop tormenting yourself with the thought that there’s just one out there with your name on. You have to be happy with what you’ve got. You have to love the one you’re with. You have to say – this is my home now, this is my wife and this is where I’m staying. Stop looking, Harry. Just stop looking, will you?"
And so for me, that extra something is Commitment. That choice to stick with someone, to stop looking. And right now, I'm not going to look, unless you tell me to start.
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