too much workout can kill you.

who says? sez me, bud.

after going full stretch last week of my workout sessions, i inadvertently injured my foreams. first was my left. there was discoloration. thought it was just some bruise i got from getting bump while under the influence of "you know what." but after a day, my right forearm started to pain annoyingly. meaning, if i hold something (such as a bottle of strong ice or a glass of rum and coke), it pains. if i open the door or zip my fly, it hurts. i figured, that's it, i'm fucked!

yesterday though, with no plan at all and out of the blue, went to the gym to whip up some weights and "fuck the pain," told myself. well, the good thing though, i was able to buy me one of those wrist support band before (due again to the same recurring injury i got from a motorcycle accident years ago) and managed to work around the pain. voila! had an excellent session and it looks like there's no stopping me now. yahooo!

meanwhile, a good friend of mine who works in one of our company's biggest competition, rex, asked me to quit working out in my current gym and move over his newly build house slash gym. i've been there before and although it's not as complete as the one's i have now, his is more personalized. rex is a pro bodybuilder. he competes and in fact won various bodybuilding competition. so, to be invited and be part of his fold, a previlege and an honor.

so next month, i'm moving over.

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went to beach roots last night and as always, it's fun to be with the guys. one lady at the bar asked me why she rarely see's me there. i guess, going there twice a week is rather rare these days, huh? well, i didn't answered much cos she's too young to understand why.

my reasons are basically simple.

one: my conscience bothers me when i'm all there having fun while wifey and neil are left all alone without me...huhuhu...

two: it's pretty expensive. it's not like since we owned it we get freebies. we pay just like anybody else... and no discounts please. so, even if our bar hasn't gotten that long desired "5 star rating," our prices still are relatively pricy compared to your next door neighborhood sari-sari store. thus, one night of fun equals a lot of food on the table. sensible man that i am, i prefer the latter.

three: i'm not getting any younger. if i was in my late teens or early tweenties, i'd probably hang-out there 'til i drop. now that i'm wiser (older is is not in my vocabulary), i know my limitations. if i hang out there, expect me to be a goner by 12 midnight. besides, i got a job to do the next day.

four: i may still be a party boy (in contrast to malou's assertion that she's quitting the night life), but i certainly can live without it. it's not something i crave for. if it comes, it comes. expounding further prolongs the discussion, so quit asking.

five: if it weren't for the fact that i happened to co-own the joint, i wouldn't hang around in a super crowded place like ours. i guess i'm really getting older, huh? duh! there are people who dig that kind of environment. you know, the crowd, the faces, music and the vibe. i don't. i like the music lower than what we usually have. i like to sit and move comfortably, piss properly (not pissing at the back of rustans everytime) and breath easy. it's pretty hot in there when it's crowded and breathing can be such a pain sometimes especially with almost everyone smoking their lungs out to extinction.

six: sinner that i am, i'd call the place "little sin city by the city." with practically everyone converging there, it's like hell. of course, i mean on fridays and saturdays. i'm not trying to be a saint but i also don't wanna go to hell. so when i'm there, sinning is a sureshot.

lastly, it just feels better to go home after a days work. have a relaxing time with the family, watch my favorite tv-series, play with neil, sex with wifey(ooopppps! censored!). but, expect me to be popping up in there once in a while. after all, we all need a little unwinding sometimes.

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just got a text from john, our partner, being apologetic and saying some strange, "out of this world" message telling everyone (i presume he texted everyone with the way he said it) that we're all toughies and that he would be there later tonight if anybody wants to hook up with him for some chat (over a bottle of beer, pre?).

i got a little curious. obviously, i wasn't there anymore if and when some shitty things happened. when i left, i was a little worried about the "below the belt" jokes being jab around with gusto. i suppose something bad happened later that night for him to text something serious and most probably, it involves some of our parners.

did a little sleuthing and was surprise, shocked and appalled to learned that two of our partners had a fight! damn, how the hell did that happened?? i have long prepared myself physically and mentally that being in the bar business, we'd sometimes get into trouble with some thugs, gangs, competitions and maybe unruly customers but i have never thought even in my wildest imagination that there will come a time when we would start killing each other! never. nada.

i don't wanna say anything premature but dude aren't we a little too "mushroom minded" to do that??

so tonight, i'm going there in peace and hopefully find out what the heck happened and maybe patch things up before it goes out of hand.

wish me luck.... (again)