Wednesday, October 21, 2015


If you follow me on my Instagram, you'll notice I enjoy fitness, or more accurately, photographing myself doing some sort of workout. Yes, I'm one of those. You know, girls and guys who go to the gym spending 45 minutes breaking a sweat, while the remaining 2 hours posing for the self-timed camera to achieve the perfect #fitnessprogress picture to post.

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With that said, I do enjoy pushing my body to its limits, feeling my heart pump so vigorously as if it's about to explode out of my chest and slap me in the face. That, I do enjoy. However, this addiction to exertion is not the main motivation for me to workout, food is.

My primary motivation to workout is driven by how much I love to eat. Even as I am typing this line, I can sense my eyes sparkling with the thought of my next meal. Oh, the potential! Garlic Cheese Naan with a good serving of flavour-bursting Tandoori, or the glistening Chinese Style Sweet and Sour Chicken served with aromatic rice that takes your senses through a gastronomically fulfilling ride. Mmmhmm.

Though, lets be realistic here. The problem with this undying passion for eating is that my body will voluntarily balloon into a sack of potatoes ready to wobble on cue; which is why I force myself to workout.

On the 11th of October, I did the Spartan Race and finished it. "Yes, be astonished and dazzled by my triumphant victory..." is what I would say if I wanted to be a smug dick about it, but since I am not a proper cocky dick (yet), allow me to share with you my personal experience of the race.

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Filled with unexplained fear of death, I dragged myself towards the entrance of the race, signed up, and got on my mark at 9.15am. The more I thought about the anxiety, the louder the voice in my head shouted, "Take it easy! Don't so kiasu. Goal of the day: Don't die."

The moment the emcee, Linora indicated that the death trap race has begun, I held myself back from charging through the first obstacle; Instead, I briskly strolled towards The Wall which is the first obstacle - an erected wooden plank forming a barricade. Spartans-wannabe, like myself, had to clamber across it.

I miraculously conquered it effortlessly, which was seriously, well... miraculous. But before I could even rejoice, another obstacle was bestowed upon me, and another, and another, and another, each getting more challenging and intense. I will not suffocate you with a detailed account of each obstacle but there was one that needs to be highlighted.

This obstacle has no name, but I have given it one: The Scary as Shit Wall. It is another erected wooden plank but this is 2.5 times my size in height, intimidating me with all its glory. The objective of The Scary as Shit Wall is to mount yourself over it and dismount to the other side.

I am not afraid of heights but I am afraid of dying. Hence, I was given two options: (1) to climb over The Scary as Shit Wall, or (2) to do 30 burpees.

Faced with this dilemma, Jon, my Spartan Race partner decided to also be my cheerleader (though, not a really good one). Instead of saying, "You can do it!" He opted a more realistic approach, "I think you can try to do it."

Cheerleader or not, intentionally or unintentionally, his borderline patronising remark unsettled the kiasu-ness in me. What started off as a fun ride has now mutated into a bloody warfare. I charged through all the obstacles including The Scary as Shit Wall, making sure I completed the last few obstacles in best time I can possibly set.

The fire that fuelled the kiasu-ness paid off, I was placed 11th in my category with a finisher medal to parade this achievement.

On to the next challenge!

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Thursday, October 15, 2015

Bored to the Bone

I'm fuelled by boredom, my inspiration to live is sparked by boredom - It is the moon to my night, the music to my ears, the Ramly burger to my hunger. Everything starts with boredom.

Let me walk you through it. The feeling of boredom emerges the moment my brain begins to feel like it is not used for the purpose of thinking but merely to exist, sort of an existential crisis within this nugget I call my brain. This is the moment, the rest of my body feels uneasy, restless. My arms start to flail a bout like a national flag on a windy day. I start singing nonsensical lyrics that are nonsensical (much like this repetitive adjective); and if you happen to be around me, you would actually find me entertaining and funny for the first 3 minutes. After that, you will inevitably repel me like how you would avoid your ex's parents. 

At this point, singing nonsensical lyrics becomes boring and my will to live is challenged. I start asking myself, "What is my purpose? Why am I here? What have I achieved?" Subsequently, I answer my own questions, "You are nothing. You shouldn't be here. You have done nothing." This becomes a proper mantra, much like the ones you hear monks chant and repeat to gain a sense of inner peace with the purpose of enlightenment... except mine boils my kiasu-ego with anger, frustration. And this kiasu-ness in me do not want to give in to the said mantra, "I want to have purpose. I want to be somewhere. I have much to do."

And that is the story of how is created. 

With that said, I don't want it to be created out of boredom and die down because of boredom. 

So, I've come up with a singular purpose for this blog: To grow with me.

Blogs started off as a diary, a form of self-expression, and set as a reminder of one's journey. This will be mine, where I document my utter shamelessness in exploring food, fashion, faces, and funny antics of this exciting thing we call life. 

I've decided to name it, The Infinity Blog. It's pretty apt considering the type of person I am (also, because I've always been a vivacious fan of Buzz Lightyear... and all things Toy Story). There is so much I'd love to know and see and experience in this lifetime, where possibilities are endless and infinite. That is motivation enough, the thought of this invigorating new journey I am taking, this blog.

And I am sincerely beyond stoked to share, entertain and hopefully inspire you through this humble blog.

Catch you in the next post.