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I’ve interrupted this internet hiatus to tell you all that it is danny’s (asiansquatter) birthday, and therefore you should all bombard his inbox with happy birthday’s because he would just hate it. 

that is all. :)

won’t be using this blog anymore, at least for a while. I may return some time. I don’t want to delete it, because this blog has a year or two of photos, diary entries, and a record of memories. But at this point, the things here simply aren’t applicable to my life and I don’t feel a use for it. Maybe when I’m back in Canada, maybe not. 


Much love and best wishes to everyone who has been very kind and wonderful to me through this blog. 

brandon2743 said: I think it depends on the curriculum. I did a research project on the Killing Fields back in grade 10.

well hey stranger. I’m surprised actually, we only really learned about the jewish holocaust and stalin’s regime. As a whole though, I think most people don’t really hear much about the khmer rouge despite it having been only 35 ish years ago and killed 1-3 million people, which is rather concerning. 

i would love it for someone to explain to me why, in the west, we only ever bother to learn about “white” genocide. like how the fuck am a 21 years old and just learning about the god damn khmer rouge now

first day of teaching. i now understand why there were some teachers that cried in elementary school, sweet baby jesus

3 AM, New years in Siem Reap

3 AM, New years in Siem Reap

levanna:

blochnessmonsta:

sollevatore:

thoughtsandsquats:

Just a 100 lb woman squatting 375 (Chen Wei-Ling, 170@46 kgs)

Oh.

ARE YOU KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW

I don’t even lift.

christmas in cambodia. 

spent the day doing intake assessments and home visits for kids of the centre and getting set up to take over my three classes that i’ll have starting next week.

just another day.

Last night in north america for a few months.

Will be on a flight to cambodia in t-12 hours!

i literally go from hiking a mountain to being a sloth laying in bed for what is soon to be 8 hours while cam is gone. 

welp.

icanbenchyou said: It’s nice to not be in a box, isn’t it. :)

it most certainly is : )

ps. your new url is very fitting ;)

repsandroots:

I un-followed someone today, not something I usually do. He posted an image of a woman giving head, that gagged so hard she just about threw up, tears and  makeup running down her face. 
Hey, to each there own. There are some women that are totally into that. More power to ya’ sister. It was actually the caption that got me.
“Women are low, insecure animals desperate for male attention. They crave it more than love, more than self esteem, more than respect, more than oxygen. They’ll do anything to get that attention, and anything to try and keep it - even the vile and demeaning things they swear to themselves they would never ever do.”
Just so we’re clear, I enjoy some pretty raunchy sex, and never have I felt insecure, low, or demeaned. The things I do, and things my partner does are not vile. I do not crave male attention.
Want to know what the difference is? When I’m having sex and my partner has his hand around my throat, he keeps a measured eye on me to make sure I’m okay. That is what I crave. The higher level of respect and intimacy required for that kind of experience. There is so much trust there. I can relax, and feel more in tune with my partner. Getting my ass slapped doesn’t lower myself esteem.  It gives me power. Because we both know it’s my belief of his incredible respect for me that lets such a feisty, feministy woman submit. My trust and his respect is not only the reason I allow it, but it’s the reason I fucking love it. 
So, let’s just check that misogyny at the door. 


im not religious but BLESS THIS POST. 

repsandroots:

I un-followed someone today, not something I usually do. He posted an image of a woman giving head, that gagged so hard she just about threw up, tears and  makeup running down her face. 

Hey, to each there own. There are some women that are totally into that. More power to ya’ sister. It was actually the caption that got me.

Women are low, insecure animals desperate for male attention. They crave it more than love, more than self esteem, more than respect, more than oxygen. They’ll do anything to get that attention, and anything to try and keep it - even the vile and demeaning things they swear to themselves they would never ever do.”

Just so we’re clear, I enjoy some pretty raunchy sex, and never have I felt insecure, low, or demeaned. The things I do, and things my partner does are not vile. I do not crave male attention.

Want to know what the difference is? When I’m having sex and my partner has his hand around my throat, he keeps a measured eye on me to make sure I’m okay. That is what I crave. The higher level of respect and intimacy required for that kind of experience. There is so much trust there. I can relax, and feel more in tune with my partner. Getting my ass slapped doesn’t lower myself esteem.  It gives me power. Because we both know it’s my belief of his incredible respect for me that lets such a feisty, feministy woman submit. My trust and his respect is not only the reason I allow it, but it’s the reason I fucking love it. 

So, let’s just check that misogyny at the door. 

im not religious but BLESS THIS POST. 

squatslikeagirlAshley : )
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21 years old.
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Powerlifting and travelling are my favourite ways to pass the days. This is a blog about both: and everything in between. & Sometimes, mediocre poetry.
-First Powerlifting Competition: España Powerlifting National Championships, March 16&17 (DONE)
Second Powerlifting competition: APU Provincials, July 6 2013 (DONE)
Third PL Comp: October 5 2013, Strengthfest. (DONE)
Fourth PL Comp: APU Provincials, Summer 2014
Current 1RM PRs: Squat: 250 Bench: 130 Deadlift: 260
72KG Weight class, around ~150lbs.
Training since Dec 17, 2012
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