In Guang Zhou I was constantly nagged at to watch out for thieves. Watch out for Tibetan people, watch out for mothers carrying babies, they’ll steal your things and pass them between them within seconds! I’m already a very paranoid person in Canada, so I ended up looking up pissed off all the time constantly thinking that I’m going to throw someone into a wall if they touch me or look at me. I felt even more pissed off in the presence of mothers carrying babies, since they’re so well known to be thieves.

I’m back from China, a grueling trip. Over the next few days, I would like to be able to just kick back, suck in the clean air and drink as much delicious tap water as I possibly can before working again on Monday.

Back to a fresh start, so naturally I should plan out a simple strategy on how to live out the next few months.

Who wants to be on my protected list? I will protect you from heartburn and terrorists.

I am the sword in the darkness. I am the watcher on the walls. I am the fire that burns against the cold, the light that brings the dawn, the horn that wakes the sleepers. I am the shield that guards the realms of men.

I spent Friday night checking out the new Walmart, which is apparently a big deal because it sells anything and everything… except my all natural peanut butter. (Those fucking bastards… how can you not sell natural peanut butter.)

After picking up a bunch of stuff that I had no intention of purchasing upon entering the store, we lined up and waited… and waited… and waited… The lady in the front of the line was holding everything up because she didn’t have $2 cash to pay for her useless shit. No name brand popsicles, work out DVD, and a set of ankle weights. All things that she probably would never use, except the popsicles, because she is a fat ass. It really made me think and be glad that I’m not poor. I don’t understand how people can live in poverty, buy completely useless junk and struggle paycheck to paycheck.

The cashier was a complete noob, and had to call for back up, refund all the items, and then scan them through again, minus the weights.

I was already semi-prejudice against excessively rich people, now I have to be prejudice against poor people too? If I was poor, I think that I could save quite well. Never eat out, skimp on everything, and save, save, save… Heck, if I did that now, I’d be rich.

There’s been a shitload of fog going on lately and it’s been the worst last night, when I couldn’t see more than 10 meters ahead of me. As I was driving home at 3:00 AM on Boundary I noticed two blaring parallel lights shining towards me. Now, Boundary is a two way street with 3 lanes going in each opposite direction with a boulevard-island divider separating the road in half. As I drove closer, I noticed it was actually a car with it’s headlights facing me… He was driving on the wrong side of the fucking road! My mentality was unbroken, all I did was switch lanes, pass him, and blast my horns.

That was stupid, because it’s something so simple and easy to avoid, but what’s more stupid is that some people probably wouldn’t even notice and ram right into the other car without even having a second thought.

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I hate it when people come up to me during a set and comment on my form, with BAD or useless advice. I don’t get very much criticism, simply because I work out alone 99% of the time and when it does happen I just end up being completely shocked questioning myself whether I am wrong or the person preaching their technique when they appear to not lift any sort of weight at all. Ok, maybe when I was doing squats my back may have not been the straightest that it could have been, but telling me that my feet have to be completely parallel? That’s retarted, no one’s feet is naturally parallel when they walk. Ended up trying to do ball crushing squats with parallel feet for the rest of the day, until I looked it up later just to find that theres nothing wrong with having  the feet at a 45 degree angle, as long as they’re flat on the floor. Goddamn you Spanish-accented old man.

I just finished watching Gran Torino and it was an excellent film. Clint Eastwood portrays a racist son of a bitch that just fills the screen as the lead character. It’s a drama, not a comedy, but a lot of scenes had me laughing out really loud. Aside from that, it was a very moving film with an unfamiliar insight to life.

Five stars.

Watch it now, you goddamn sons of bitches.

Last Friday a laborer on one of the job sites face planted himself into the base of a brick fireplace off a shitty rickety old stool. He shaved a huge flap of skin and meat right off his skull from the top of his forehead down to the middle of his nose. On top of that, this guy turned out to be a thalidomide baby, with one arm shorter than the other and he seemed to be “missing a few screws in the head.” Blood was dripping all over the place and he didn’t want to stay still and sit down, he just kept getting up and walking around. He was under permanent disability pay, so it seems as if someone is going to get screwed. Probably the man who hired him.

Blood and gore… I think I’m fine around it as long as there’s no rotting dead man stink. When I was a young child I wanted to be a coroner.

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On a lighter note, I can do 315 lb dead lifts~! Only with stiff legged form, though. My stiff legged dead lifts > my sumo dead lifts…

Two things that I discovered to improve my training regimen…

http://nomoreneckproblems.com/ – Neck training tips. Can save anyones life.

Dinosaur Training – Very entertaining book on hardcore lifting.

I spent the whole day in a dungeon with a 3.5′ clearance, breathing dust, and pulling and feeding wires. Nice and warm inside, away from the snow. Yay.