Greg and Friends

Lawrence and his family came to visit during the Independence Day (Indonesia) weekend and we had a wonderful time in Bandung and Jakarta. Megan is getting prettier and she's so articulate. Greg had been greatly inspired by Justin (Megan's older brother) and her antics that he started babbling more words than usual now.

I was left with a bout of "Stomach Flu" (doctors claim no such term medically) after they left. Probably was unclean roadside food on the way to Bandung. Stubbornly, I did "self-treatment", got worse, and had to see a doc last weekend.

However, with ill health, I had lost 2kg in the last week, which trimmed my tummy and now puts me ahead of schedule to achieve 6 packs before Christmas 2009.

Greg's "frenemy" Jennifer loves to fight with him. Though 3 months younger, she is heavier and bigger than Greg. It's lovely to watch them play and fight at the same time.

Gregory speaks up

I am upset. Because I was called "evasive" in the previous blog. Hence, I am writing to refute those accusations that I am "somewhat arrogant" and dismiss claims that I don't care about you, my fans.

Please understand that I have a busy schedule with many functions and events to attend. Short of autographing (I can't write yet), I have to be hugged, praised and kissed. Basically, to look good, so as not to disappoint you, my fans out there.

That is why I spend much time in the gym, perfecting my poise.

Let me just share with you how much time that takes, and how hardwork that is.

First, I have to measure my height and weight. Without tracking, how would we know of our progress?

Too many machines, I'm lost at which one to use.

Usually, I'll begin with the treadmill.

Then some light weights.



Reverse bench press.



And finally some Yoga.

But why is it that despite all these trainings, I still cannot get my finger out of the tumbler.

Declaration of Short Term Goal

My blogger friend persuaded me to blog today.

But without an inspiration, it is difficult. My sis and friends suggested that I feature more of Greg and his photos (he's more popular than me since his guest blogging debut). Unfortunately, it is hard to capture his photos because he is evasive and seldom grants an interview.

"Buddy" Eric mentioned 3 weeks ago during golf that he is a very fortunate person. Because he has achieved most of what he set out to achieve, such as traveling round the world etc. And he decided that we should set out to play par at golf once in our lifetime as our "worldly target". I dismissed that. One needs to turn "near-pro" to achieve that and I don't have the time.

At that Korean BBQ gathering with the gang of sixteen, there was the elder Lukito. She lost much weight (positively).

Then, people say that if we openly declare our goals, we are more likely to stick to it and friends will "pressure" you to achieve it.

With these three thoughts in mind, I am declaring my goal to achieve prominent six packs by Christmas 2009.

I am currently 61.5kg, waist 31inches, no packs in sight and spare handles at side of approximately 5cm thick (if i had calipers to measure). However, I had started going to the gym with Greg since two weeks ago. I have also not been eating out for lunch for half a year, by depending on wife's home-cooked food that is sent to me at noon daily.

To achieve this target, I simply have to carry on what I am doing now, except, to extremes. Gym 4 times a week, heavy weights, long running, low fat diet, no sugar and then more running again. I will then declare my weight every month end. If the target is achieved, you, the reader, will have the fortune to catch those six packs on this blog. Worst case, I'll borrow Brad Pitt's photo and crop his face.

Here are some pictures of my home-cooked lunches in the past two weeks.

Like that also can finish one blog...!?

Telling Signs

Over time, I have noticed that I am becoming more and more "Indonesian". Hence, I have devised these telling signs that one is turning Indonesian.

Say, your name is Ang Ah Kow, John. (Family Name is Ang)

Sign 1: People call you "Mr John" instead of "Mr Ang" and you no longer feels irritated.

Sign 2: People read your name card and call you "Mr Ang Ah" and you no longer feel irritated.

Sign 3: When you go back to home country, and calls the waiter "Mas" when you want to order food.

Sign 4: When back in your home country, you convert your currency to Rupiah so as to evaluate the cost of an item.

The Mystery

Did he, or did he not do it?

The evidence pointed to it.

There were stains on the chair, all over his clothing and on his fingers.

The timing was right. He was caught 10 minutes into the act.

So did Greg, eat or not eat, his own shit?



"Heeheeheee....you don't know right?"