自強之路

It's been a long while since we guys disscussed about how to get more slender, only to witness each project aborted. What a pity is this especially to see it sometimes got almost done. And we just never enjoyed a spree for what we were supposed to reach cause we didn't even take any effective initial. You might heard so many terms such as TransXXXXX, RPXX,... and so on. They all turned out to be in vain eventually, defeated by the mighty army of 'Gastralia', say, for at least 19 times, defeated by its irresistable charm and lure, its mind-inducing calling, as well as its convincing eloquence to make you splurge credibility for what on earth does you good: Is Stoic our life-time pal? Or maybe we could call on Epicurus from time to time? We always seem to teeter between dive and chic, having no idea whether iberico ham or a 'shot' of coke should be the right chaser after slurpy burger combos. Sigh, for how long do we have to suffer under such agony of ambivalence?

This time I spot with delight two motivs, strong enough to make said terms not epithets any more as they usually were. I have two friends of Fat Bob Classics. John, a nice guy, needs to practice through a slender program to see himself through, to help find his calling, and then to be put to right position our Father has long been looking forward to. Without being slender, John would be very likely to stay stagnant, impassive, as a listless sleeping lion wandering aimlessly in his infinite doldrums. Paul is the other but in totally different case to be slender desperately. It is high time for him to show off his abundant stamina for both of his venery with his immaculate infatuation and his enterprise-to-be as Motor GP pit service.

Father gave these two tasks in my hand, and it is for me barely a burdon. How come? Since I myself still have to be within the program together for all the above reasons they own, all reasons, for my own sake, which is exactly the very second motiv I owe Him for long, and, myself. As hard this program is, I have no choice but plunge myself into getting all of us six packs of ab, chaseled, for my Father is sure to be willing to see this happen. 

Men seek for seclusion in the wilderness, yet such fatacies are wholly unworthy for a philosopher since no quieter retreat can man find to retire within himself than in his own soul. --- Marcus Aurelius


Here I have some words for Johnny: 'Let's fetch our double 46ers together, shall we?'