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Its been indeed a stressful and rocky journey so far with its fair share of ups and downs. 

Now, where do I begin? 

When I came into DMC during my first year, it was a very foreign place to me as I never thought that I would ever go to a polytechnic. But nonetheless, I quickly acclimatised to it. The sheer amount of project and work that has to be done was mountains upon piles of mountains, 3 sleepless nights sequentially became nothing but a norm. The uniformed schoolyard system was a far cry from the completely free and independent system in of a polytechnic. Classes were short and few between, however the content taught in these modules far outweighed the content that were taught in secondary school. It was akin to being thrown into a zoo, a social zoo for the socially-capable and the colourful characters who roamed the compounds of SP. Especially in a place such as DMC, a garden of social butterflies. Not one for small talk and aggressive socialising, coming to school is like going to a party everyday. 

Another point is the dressing that is required, it's never an easy task to dress up and decide on clothes everyday so I gradually got smarter and picked out specific sets of clothes that were ready to be worn and mobilised. Much like a specific arsenal of weapons that complements each other, my 2 years here has really improved my sense of style and aestheticism -- dressing well is not a necessity but it speaks very highly of your self-perception and it does influences how people perceive and interact with you. 

The most amazing thing about dmc is the friends you make and the experiences you have -- it is really a one-of-a-kind experience as everybody are so loud and fun, there's never a moment of boredom and silence, always something to talk about and something to laugh about. It is a great party when everyone is around, especially times in The Agency when everybody is gathered, its literally a market of noise and laughter. 

My year 1 concluded on a bang with the DMC harlem shake, in which the whole cohort gathered to do a mass harlem shake party, which was filmed showed to everyone. The harlem shake was a very popular worldwide fad back in the end of 2012 towards the start of 2013. It was really a memorable and enjoyable first year indeed. There is still about 1 and a half year to the end of my DMC journey, looking forward to it with both trepidation and excitement, wondering what internship will bring and what the next year forth would bring. 

This is my first post and I’ll be discussing about fitness and bodybuilding stuff here. Not for the feeble-minded and the weak-willed because in this blog, only the hardest truths and the toughest anecdotes will be shared. A lot of the knowledge and information here will be experience I learnt both by myself and experience I learnt from legitimate sources sucks as bodybuilding.com etc. And of course, a lot here would be just me sharing of my own experiences, feelings, anecdotes and such.

Firstly, to kick things off, I would just like to encourage everybody to treasure and love your body because it is a temple and it is a reflection of how we treat/perceive ourselves; it is a reflection of our self-esteem and the way that we dress and carry ourselves further carries that through. This is a practice of not just honing oneself to physical perfection and the highest level of aesthetic value but this is essentially, a practice of self-love and respect. Because how else are we supposed to love the people around us if we don’t start from ourselves. Bodybuilding and fitness should be a practice that all of us should adopt, because it teaches and instil in us highly valuable qualities and ethics. It makes us grow, not just physically-wise but mentally wise.

It makes us better people.