Thursday, June 28, 2007

i've been having a steady dose of real life tales from people i've been bumping in lately. in the gym, i hear my "idol" talking about his "heydays." this guy is only 21 years old and he used to party hard until one of his friend, just eighteen years old, suffered a massive stroke and is now wheel chair bound... practically useless. my "idol" took it as sign to go easy with his vices ...he's been pumping iron regularly these days... then there's another guy who look sooo fit and every inch masculine... but ate anything and everything including the unhealthy ones... twice he had a mild stroke and passed out banging his head into the floor and suffered a huge cut... his blood flowing profusely.. good thing his wife was able to call for help.. now, even with his age, he sweats it out in the gym religiously.. my boss had a liver problem because of too much drinking... one day he just turned yellow... saw him so many times at work looking pale and sick.. now, he's popping a number of pills everyday for his lever.. i can go on forever about this tragic incidents, but that's exactly the point of what i wrote below... in the end, some thing's gotta give... you smoke you lungs out, someday you'll BURNED. you drink and party like there's no tomorrow, you'll get BURNED.

been there, done that.. last year, i partied like hell.. i crashed my bike twice.. bloodied and bruise my body.. and for what? my son is still young and i'm living on the edge.. WTF?!?

i've had more bouts with tonsilitis than my wife and my, my... i was just bloating big like an elephant. i had trouble breathing, and sleeping wasn't gonna be "peace" without my dose of "milk," alcohol... or i'd suffer panic attack.. shit, the caffiene and nicotine combo was just too potent for a spent heart like mine.

and every time i'm out there, it just bothers me.. i dunno why but there's just something in there i can't fill even with all the bottles of alcohol i've down and wasted.

i thought i should take the higher road... one that few people go.. fortunately, i've found another way to get "high," meet new friends and found a new diversion... one that would actually give me a better result: joining on-line community forums and workout. if i need or like a good conversation, there's a number of forums i can join in.. in fact, modesty aside, i'm one of the moderator and the site keeper of two forums.. it's been really cool having an exchange of views from people all over.. some young, some old, people from cebu and others who lived in other countries... it's nice to be in the mix of people who have great minds and different views...

and, the workout session had been great... after all that humping and pumping, i just couldn't find a reason to gimmick anymore cos, i'm just way too tired to go out and party.. i couldn't wait to go home and crash.. not on the gutter or on the road, but in bed.

but, occasionally, i down a few rum and beer but it's not something i'd look for... our fridge doesn't have traces of them anymore.. i'd have fruits and juices instead..

it's not a "happy ever after" life.. in the future, i'd most probably have a few relapse here and there... but nothing is perfect...

i like this road better.
finally ran out of sites to visit... tsk tsk

sorry but i couldn't care less about this blog.. this needs a major face-lift and i don't have the time and the luxury for that..

just a few words of wisdom that is proven and effective through times....

"health is wealth."

"you reap what you sow."

"what you do comes back to you."

it may sound odd to some, but lately, i've seen a number of people realizing what those words meant... by heart.

even i.

so, for all of you "geniuses" out there who thinks you are too smart and your IQ's and EQ's are way above Einstien's, those who turn a deaf ear to a friendly advice.... you don't need to be a rocket scientist to figure it out... in the end, you get BURNED. trust me on this.


my world had been crazy as hell these days.. always exhausting.. what, with all the things i've been doing? but i have to keep up... keep the faith... roll with the punches... prepare for boredom... lose more friends... win some friends... unlearn a whole lot of things... learn a few things... refresh... get back to basic... restart... relive... get out of the box... and breath...

bottom line is: continue to embrace change, enjoy and still live life to the fullest.


Tuesday, June 12, 2007

stole this from my "Idol"

Some really good expressions for the stressed, irritated and those who just want to chuckle a little. haven't marked my favorites just yet - which are yours?

1. "Okay, okay! I take it back. Unfuck you!"
2. "You say I'm a bitch like it's a bad thing."
3. "How many times do I have to flush before you go away?"
4. "Well this day was a total waste of make-up.."
5. "Well aren't we a bloody ray of sunshine?"
6. "Don't bother me. I'm living happily ever after."
7. "Do I look like a fucking people's person?"
8. "This isn't an office. It's HELL with flourescent lighting."
9. "I started out with nothing, and still have most of it left."
10. "I pretend to work, they pretend to pay me"
11. "YOU!!... Off my planet!!!"
12. "Therapy is expensive. Popping bubble plastic is cheap. You choose..."
13. "Practice random acts of intelligence and senseless acts of self-control."
14. "Errors have been made. Others will be blamed."
15. "And your cry-baby, whiny-assed opinion would be?.."
16. "I'm not crazy. I've been in a very bad mood for 30 years."
17. "Sarcasm is just one more service I offer."
18. "Whatever kind of look you were going for, you missed."
19. "Do they ever shut up on your planet?"
20. "I'm not your type. I'm not inflatable."
21. "Stress is when you wake up screaming and you realize you haven't gone to sleep yet."
22. "Back off!! You're standing in my aura."
23. "Don't worry. I forgot your name too."
24. "I just want revenge. Is that so wrong?"
25. "I work 45 hours a week to be this poor."
26. "Nice perfume. Must you marinate in it?"
27. "Not all men are annoying. Some are dead."
28. "Wait.. I'm trying to imagine you with a personality.."
29. "Chaos, panic and disorder... my work here is done."
30. "Ambivalent? Well yes and no."
31. "You look like shit. Is that the style now?"
32. "This is a mean, cruel world and I want my nappy and medication right now!"
33. "Earth is full. Go home."
34. "Aw, did I step on your poor little bitty ego?"
35. "I'm not tense - just terribly, terribly alert."
36. "A hard-on doesn't count as personal growth."
37. "I thought I wanted a career. Turns out I just wanted the pay checks."
38. "Can I trade this job for what's behind door #2?
39. "You are depriving some village of an idiot."

Friday, June 08, 2007

it fits perfect

riding a bus on our way to Bogo made me think how hard it is to be a bus driver.. imagine how difficult it is to maneuver it from Cebu traffic... with roads mostly made up of two lanes, even lesser built automobiles find it tricky to move around... on our trip back to the city, i opted to close my eyes while we're on the move... it's surreal to imagine how this driver managed to drive as fast as that in mostly narrow roads... well, evidently, the driver had trouble shifting gears as the bus had a manual transmission... the engine practically went off a few times.. so, to all the bus drivers out there, you guys rock (except for the Rough Rider drivers)!!


well, i got promoted... in the forum... haha! so, here's how i went to climb the forum career ladder: from being a mere member.. to board moderator.. to a global moderator (GM), then to a site keeper (SK).. whew! it would have been great if this was a money generating career move... i would have been earning my six figure salary by now.. unfortunately, it's not as popular as iSTORYA.NET or the rest of the Philippines' community forums... but of course, i am happy with the experience and with the handful of people i've met.. a number of them speaks of different interest and are sensible to converse with... and as always, i enjoy learning a few tricks along the way..


ahhhh... i haven't been to my friend's bar.. it's not so cool to go out these days y'know... it's been raining like crazy a few days back and his bar, as i saw it, doesn't have anything (yet) to cover people who hang in there for a drink.. last time i was there, he had his right hand covered with a handkerchief. what caused it? he crashed his brand new second hand car! he went home 4am.. not too drunk but drowsy.. much like me when i crash my bike into the curb last year. well, it happened to him in a bad time.. he told me the bar is still struggling to break even and he just quit his job.. i was gonna be his partner again in that bar but my guts was churning "NO!" well, we (the rest of the previous crew) weren't that optimistic with the place and i thought we wouldn't give it a go but he went ahead instead with another of our partner and some of their friends... hopefully, things would turn around soon in his business venture.

hopefully, i can go there later tonight..


meanwhile, as i was beginning to get confident with my new found strength, i got a bit of a shocker when i went to the gym a little late one day... there i found the guys who could qualify for power lifting competition! as in WTF?!?

these guys are wackos! they must have a bone made of steel cos the way they were lifting weights, t'was unthinkable! deym, deym... my confidence meter jump from 100 to 0.

sigh. it's a long way to go for me but a least i've got a few mileage goin' already.. so, it ain't that bad.. well, no more summer outings, weekend beerfest, monthly forum EB's, sexy co-workers to flaunt with, etc... where can i get that much needed motivation to press on these days, huh?

i guess i don't need any of that anymore. it's part of my daily routine now.. a hard habit to break.. and as my namesake, the Gov. Arnold said it suavely, "Pain means progress." so, if i continue to hit it hard in the gym and still feel those darn pain even when i'm in bed, i'm right on the money, beybee!


i know this blog's been boring ever since it's inception.. not much to see here.. sowi.. so here, i stole some from our heavily secured office vault a few...

that would be all...

Wednesday, June 06, 2007

i just love the rain....

ahhhhhh... the rain.. it's lovely. i just wanna get married right now.. hehe

so, we came back a long time ago (last saturday) and this is the only time i can yak about it.. i guess, being old and weary just made me way, way mellowed down... everyday when i get home, sitting on the sofa, watching TV... in just a few minutes, i feel soooo sleepy already i wanna hit the bed as quickly as i could.. shesh! whatever happened to me?!? i guess spending hours in the gym did it in for me. but i really can't complain... if people say i look "good" these days.. that's very rewarding.. so, i'll press on and continue to sweat it out, drop the weight, suffer more pain, hurdle with the equipments, pop some supplements, eat properly (diet is one letter short of die) and continue to focus.

well, the team building slash summer outing slash rainy days slash field trip was good. though i fumbled in some of the activities slash games and lost my breath with that sprint-kindda-pass-the-torch competition.. thanks to me, we were beaten soundly by just a few seconds cos i fell hard on the tires... but we won a few.. enough to save face.

we had some pretty tough task that day... mr. gary, our facilitator, did warn us about how physical it was gonna be... the theme alone says,"Beyond Limits." wow, we're supposed to encounter things that are, well, beyond us. i was pretty fit to do all that but we all went and dive into it without warming ourselves up... a very important factor for any rigorous physical activity. Lebron James warm-up for three hours before their winning game against Detroit Pistons... and it paid well for him and his team. so, the first game that needs some quickness and agility, i went ppfffffttttt... lost my breath and disoriented. but, as the activity went on, i was like a diesel engine... the warmer i get, the better i did.

of course, the highlight of it all was the party.. that is, after all the hoopla... my tech peers were having rum and extra joss as booze... we can't possibly party there without that most important poison party peps should have - alcohol.

we consume a few liters here and there and by party time, i was lock and loaded...

more beers flowed into my table as we brought along 4 kegs of it... i can sense my ears burning like hell.. hehe.. but what can i say, even with all the hotties and the bootilicious humps, i was as tame as my doberman dog...

there was the videoke singing contest and i was told there was some disco dancing? i may have skip that part or was too drunk to remember, or my friend, arden's just messing with my head, but i swear i didn't remember anything of that nature.

finally, even with all the nice chatters from everyone at the party, i wasn't gonna let the night slip away without me dipping into the pool... exactly the cure i needed from that burning sensation.. again, after a few paddles, i was catching my breath once more... deym! oh well, with alcohol flowing from my arteries, that should keep my heart in trouble pumping and filtering blood that goes in and out of it.. but as always, i came through... i was like a kid sliding down on those slides... smiling sheepishly and grinning all over..

great! the whole party peps move their beerfest right beside the pool... once again, i had that less needed beer replenishment.. hurrah!

finally, the pool is closing down... but not after i slid down a million times in the slides, thank you.... went back to the place where we partied earlier and found my pal, olem. he's been belting out all night his favorite songs at the videoke machine.. it's almost like he had the mic's wire tied to his neck so no one can take it away.. ahaha!

he beg me to sing.. but sorry, i don't sing with amateurs... hehe.. we shared some "vital" information and gave him a few advice... but i wasn't really sure if there's anything substantial about the whole chitchat thing... i was tired and drunk and all that was left of me - is a tinny winy sense of mind.. if there's even a bit of it...

i remembered being at our bed (me and val shared the same bed) but i don't remember how i got there... practically slept with my wet clothes on! and, the aircon was blowin' like crazy.. perfect!

woke up with a sore throat and a grumbling stomach... i didn't eat much the night before.. good thing, breakfast was ready... gorged three plates of fried rice, scrambled eggs, some tocino and broiled fish...

went back to bed cos i've got a feeling i'm not feeling well... later that morning, some of the guys were saying they are going out to island hop... what, island hop?!? ummm, no thanks.. i guess, sleeping with your wet clothing on and having the aircondition set to full blast isn't a good idea after all.. cos the whole time i was suppose to enjoy that morning, i spend it in our room listening to music...

some guys went to finish off the beers... had a few shots here and there (again) but later decided against it cos we'll be riding the bus in the afternoon and it'll be hard to take a leak later... so, free beers, no more.

went back to the city with coughs and runny nose to boot... the enjoyment scale, with 10 being the highest? i'd say sex. err, i mean six.

some picture may follow soon, but in the meantime.....