Have a Wonton or two

Delivering your Chinese food in a fast, convenience manner. Tips, as always, will be greatly appreciated.

Thursday, November 23, 2006

Happy Thanksgiving

Gobble gobble.

I actually have a lot to be thankful of this year. I started my job this week and for the second time in my life is financially secure. I am going to walk for my Master's graduation next month. I have family and friends that really do care about me. I live in a comfortable apartment in a city I couldn't love more.

Here is to this year and the better ones ahead.

I am going Thanksgiving gathering with the office people. So help me God, let there be chicks. ;)

Happy Merry Thanksgiving.

Thursday, October 19, 2006

Back in CS

Did I tell you I got that employment card in the mail on the last post? It was in the mail alright, but I never received it, as it --from some mysterious, out of this world reason-- got returned to sender. Now, USPS is nothing but a fine goverment agency. But why oh why, they "chose" to do this to me when I'm in a dire need to start my job at the one of the greatest oil companies in the world? Why not get those bills and what not the return-to-sender for once?

Give me a BREAK already!

Wednesday, October 04, 2006

Moving Time

Heh, whaddaya know. It's October already. I got my employment card in the mail and tomorrow I'm moving out this hell hole to my new shack in H-town. Don't miss me too much, people, I'll be back next weekend, got some unfinished businesses to take care of. Beside, I still feel it's kinda home here, at least until I'm all settled up down there.


I'm glad I'm done with those eight loads of laundry. Do you guys need some Borax additive? Works great to prevent bedbugs infestation on your clothings.

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

Myth and what not

Not a few days ago, I found that my Rec buddy wrote this on her blog...
I love Rec Buddy for his commitment on research (not school related field). He takes this whole research thing religiously: performing experiments, analyzing results, gathering conclusion, and finally presenting it to whoever he thinks worth explaining to.
I don't know if I should be flattered or embarrased. Such a tattletale.

Anyway, she brought up one, uhm, maybe more interesting points regarding our quest to a healthier (and sexier) respective bodies :
...our latest frenzy about fat burning zone, which turns out is nothing but a myth taken from oversimplifying a scientific result on human physiology. All this time, Rec Buddy has been feeding me with his findings, until last night when I decided to do my own research.

Fat burning zone is defined as the heart rate region where you would burn more fat than carbohydrates, and thus, has been claimed as the ultimate tool for weight loss.

A low intensity exercise, associated with a lower heart rate, burnt more fat than carbohydrates. Lower heart rate means the heart could deliver more oxygen around. Since fat burning is an aerobic process, the higher oxygen to carbon dioxide ratio means there are more fat burnt compared to carbohydrate. At the opposite end, a high intensity exercise, associated with a higher heart rate, burns more carbohydrate than fat.

The catch is, for the same exercising period, a low intensity exercise produces lower total calories compared to the high intensity exercise. While the ratio of fat to carbohydrate burnt during low intensity exercise is higher then that of the high intensity exercise, the total fat burnt of the latter is larger than the that of the former.

Adding to the already complicated thing, heart rate is not necessarily a reliable measure of ratio of oxygen burnt and carbon dioxide produced during exercise.

What one needs to loose weight is a negative calory balance. Fat or carbohydrate burnt do not make a difference.
Ah, what can I say. I love her too for this. :p
Here is us on our way to resume yet another high intensity training.

Thursday, September 07, 2006

Plateau oh Plateau

Mr. Venuto says
Eat five small meals a day
Burn that fat, feed the muscle

With a barbell of faith
I follow what he purports
A man to look at
3.4 % body fat

But why oh why
I hit the plateau a tad too soon
And still have a lot to unbound

Was it the heart rate?
Was it the things I ate?

Six pack where art thou?

Friday, September 01, 2006

The One Where I Change Routine


My royal blooded roommate, another friend and I have been regimenting ourselves in a quite ambitious exercise program. We call ourselves, The Gank, for a lack of better name. We've been running morning and evening for about a month now. Every other day, my roommate and I haul our arses off to the gym for some rigorous strength training.

The thing is, I haven't seen the effect of the running on my body (percent fat or otherwise). I believe a small part of it is probably due to my lack of organization on what health concious people call a proper diet (read: there can only be so many trips to IHOP ;) ). The whole other part of the pie is my lack of resting time (read: I've been working really hard on my software, or chatting ;) and most days only get four to five hours of nocturnal sleep, with no naps!).

So, starting this week, we switch our running routine to a 30-30-30 cardio on treadmill, elliptical and stationary bike (I love this biking thing), respectively, which is really a good thing for at least three reasons:
  1. The view, it is much better here at the spandex palace. :D
  2. The low impactness of the exercise, it is easier on the joints.
  3. The reward, don't you just love the digital display of the amount of calories burnt? I , myself, average 800 calories per session)

So, we'll see how this works out for the better. I've already got a good vibe going. Also I'm trying real hard to get myself on a stricter diet.

Later, foo.

Monday, August 28, 2006

The One Where I Quit

It's been almost a week since my last post, huh. Turned out, I didn't find reminiscing about the past fun anymore. But before I turn into blogging about something else entirely (I have a few nice ideas and useful too!), I would like to share my quitting story, you know, for old time sake(old time being that last post).

Before I decided to quit, I consulted a friend of mine. She's a veteran, well to be more exact, she's the senior wait staff at BL's restaurant. I owe my friend a bunch for getting so nicely acquinted with BL, which lead to my employment, albeit a shortlived one, as a delivery guy there.

Rumor has it, or at least this is what a little bird told me, my friend and BL might as well end up elevating their relationship. Not romantically, you pervy [a halt on imagining things], it's more on the profesional side of one business partner to another business partner instead of a boss-employee one.

You see, I don't want to jeopardize the nice thing going on between my friend and BL. That's why I needed to consult this with her. When I pitched in the idea to quit, it was to my surprise that my friend was 100% behind my decision. An angel that she is.

That afternoon, I called BL up at the restaurant. She was out, but my friend gave me BL's cell phone number. She picked up with her usual panicky, suspicious tone. I don't know what turns her like that everytime she picks up the phone, any phone. It might involve some previous traumas from a communist camp she attended one summer as a child back in Mother China. How the heck I know. It's just weird.

"Hello, BL, this is W." (Due to her twist of tongue my name had been reduced into a single letter)

I then went straight to shooting my point.

"I am not coming back to work as a delivery guy for you."

I gave her no plausible reason. The turn over rate of delivery job at her restaurant is pretty high anyway. Plus, she didn't care for you as a person but more on how she can still cover her bases. She then asked me,

"What about today? Do you come today?"

"Nope," I said and I hung up.

With that, I regained my freedom back as a free agent. Two weeks have given me enough insight of the not-so-sweet-life of a delivery job. It's time to move on.