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the post below is actually my opinion to what one guy posted in a forum about how boring it is to be a gym rat with his usual and predictable daily grind.. i should know.. i live the life!
it's pretty chronic, homs.. yeah, friends find me boring when i'd cringe looking at or hearing them gorge pork bellies, roasted pigs, fried intestines, skin cracklings, etc.. etc.. and whenever i get invites to pig out, i'd decline.. as such, they find my kinda dude as such a turn-off cos i'm done being suicidal.. unlike before.
i bet you wanna interrogate me of what's before, hai?
you know the drill..
just sayin'...
i know.. i know.. this blog needs to have some kinda label or something.. it'll probably take me less than ten minutes (or could take hours) to organize things around here but where's the challenge if things are handed out to you easy and in silver platter?
whatever... i'll work on it when time permits, but right now, nada.
veering back..
people liked those who are "easy," "always on the go," "laid back," "ready to party anytime," "moneyed," "smokes and drinks," "looks fantastic even without working out," blah.. blah.. blah... there's something about being "bad" that people are attracted to it.. me included.
it is especially cool if you can do all those mentioned above and still succeed with whatever profession or career you are currently in to.
thus, taking care of yourself the hard way and i mean doin' the hard and sweaty stuff; not to mean taking care superficially, like having a weekly facial, manicure and pedicure, ear cleaning (sheez, can't clean your darn ears?), brazilian wax, laser removal and all that mambo-jumbo, could stereotyped you as a meathead.
meatheads are a dull breed... boring and outcast.
at least, that's what some people think. they'd prefer it a lot if you can play badminton or tennis or shez, any "balls" game.. whatever balls!
then eat up and drink up later...
so common and soooo boring dam'it!
anyway, i bet it's crystal clear to you now as to what exactly i'm trying to drive at..
check out the title of this post above...
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my best friend, earl, dropped by the house the other day..
when he's around, all plans: canceled.
we haven't seen each other since time immemorial.. he just pops in and out of me's life anytime.. we had a grand time guzzling those cheap brandies and kicking each other out.. literally.
yeah, we do that all the time to sorta test our strength.. i was fed up with him gripping my hand hard (that's his strongest points) i had to friggin' arm locked him.. and UFCish as it was, he tapped out. geeez, what's the point of all that gym hours if i couldn't beat his sorry ass?
we never took anything personal.. it was all for fun.. the next day we had bruises and muscle pain... i failed to report for work (major hangover), missed my workout, had a bum stomach and a swollen throat (thanks to alcohol i snored like hell).. so much for healthy living, eh?
Go Spurs!!
