Saturday, December 27, 2008

preacher wannabe

how was your Christmas?

mine? uneventful.

well, does it have to be bangin' with all the food, drinks, friends, gifts and whatnot?

i don't really think so.

i'm no religion fanatic nor close to the good Lord right now but this i know...

we're celebrating Christmas because of the birth of Jesus, aight?

hhmmmm... if my memory serves me right He was born in a manger.. nothing flashy there.. no big baptism after-party.. no big-time drug lords, err, big-shot politicians as godfathers.. nada.

i don't even recall Him celebrating Vegas-kinda party during His birthdays.. unlike Pacquiao, eh?

so yeah, i couldn't care less if my Christmas ain't fancy like yers, homie.

so why am i saying this?

it's just amazing how people could put up with all that hassle and stuff going to the grocery queuing in line that takes like forever, buying all sorta gifts, party like a rockstah, etcetera, etcetera..

i mean, hey, have you even greeted Him "Happy Birthday, Lord!" whilst you were there enjoying the most dramatic moment of yer life?

like it's your party, huh?

do yourself a favor, honey.. thank the good Lord for the blessing you've been savoring.. if you're not as "lucky" as some people and all you've got this year are mostly, *cough* *cough* pain, you still have to be thankful cos you withered the storm, you survived and you are so much stronger now than you were before..

just sayin'.

so how was my Christmas? i was too tired to party, ya know.. as my post below says it, i got carried away doing arm-work in the gym i ended up lying in bed for a good number of hours just chillin' and musing.. thinkin' about how this year had been.. job-wise, there ain't much... but i've grown on other areas, so i'm happy.

if i wanna be "somebody" at work, i would've been it, but then it ain't gonna be fun.. as most guys and gals who got ahead of me.. they ended up quitting... some were too stressed and wound up sick..

to quote Beatles:

"i don't care too much for money, money can't buy me love..."

in other words, you can have a huge payin' job, but if you're not happy, what for?

anyway, time to call it day.. i had a good bangin' time earlier (for the nth time) in the gym.. some people stared in awe.. i get some 'respect points' among the pack for doing what i did.. next year will be awesome.. instead of buying me that wireless internet so i could go surf at home, i bought some supplements twice the amount of the latter to sorta up the ante.. this lifestyle's pretty expensive. as you get deeper, your supplementation needs goes higher.. you need pre, peri, post-workout drink.. not to mention, the stuff you've got to chow or guzzle down after waking up or before you hit the sack.. then you need some joint lubricants, etc. whew! it gets trickier as you progress.

it's still fun and challenging so i'm all for it.

Happy New Year!

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

It's Christmas.. all over the world.


Merry Christmas, Yo!

yay! just finish workin' my arms earlier.. damn, huh? it's the eve of you know what, yet i'm waxing hot in the gym... is there any life for me at all other than this??

nah. if you consider the number of gym rats working out today, you'd be floored. guess we just wanna burn it before we gorge later.. even then, i don't think i'd be eating too much either.. just enough, i guess.

oh wait, saw somebody earlier.. some kinda ghost.. hee hee..


i could've gone out of my way to 'meet and greet' her but then, nah, it's better this way.. no frills, no hassles..

keep moving forward.

on the other side of the specter, whilst out partying somewhere uptown inside a bar, this caucasian dude elbowed my tummy on his way out of the bar.. not that it hurt (just annoying nudge) but enough for me to notice what he did.. felt pissed and so was my partner that night cos he too noticed the prick's actuation.. when he came back, he tried again but i parried it successfully.. we had some confrontation but didn't led to a brawl, good and fuck him very much..

since i was too tipsy to think straight why he did that, the morning after, i went down to my cave, closed the door, turn the lights off, meditate and gave it some serious thought.. oh i get it.. he thought we were making a move to that three ladies fronting of us.. tsk tsk tsk.. to think we just arrived there.. some loser, eh??

that's how you treat Filipino guys, you moron?? you're probably upset you didn't get your LBFM (google search, honey), right???

right. next time i'll be more sensitive to these kinda pricks roaming around bars..

anyway, 'nuff said.

Happy Holidays Yo All!!



Monday, December 22, 2008


t'was a long weekend.. kinda regret some that went down.. i think i'm gonna keep 'em to myself for now..

anyway, nothing bad happen so i'm just thankful.


Thursday, December 18, 2008

12 Days

geez, what am i supposed to post tonight??

kinda hard having all those nice thoughts i had earlier just vanish thru thin air.. tsk.. tsk..

i am really getting old.

by the way, we in the gym call him Mama Rudz cos the late mister is "gifted" with man-boobs.. LOL! may his soul rest in peace.

yeah, they're kinda huge and distracting whenever he takes his shirt off..

oh yeah, i have been invited by some PT in the (new) gym to join their christmas party (gasp!) to be held tomorrow at some mountain view place.. nah. not yet dude.. maybe next year.. maybe never.

i don't have any super-close buddy yet.. just acquaintances.

i know i could easily get close to anyone considering i'm no ordinary gym-rat, modesty aside, but no, i prefer we down lotsa salt first before we'd start hanging out.. besides, it's quite distracting to be friends and get cozy with everyone.. you'd end up wasting time trash-talking instead of pumping iron.

i dunno bout others, but that's just my thought.

on the other hand, traffic is really, really heavy these days with all the people going out of their way hustling through the christmas rush... pretty stressful driving around or buying stuff with everyone all over the place... i think i'm gonna faint, man!

more pain is when people don't follow simple rules.. take crossing the street, for example.. the government build all these expensive skywalk (you have to count the kickbacks, thus, expensive) so people could cross the streets safely and in order for vehicles to flow freely.. but the darn violators just don't wanna exert a little effort to climb up the stairs.. they want everything quick and easy.. bunch'a morons, eh?

risking limbs and life to get there faster.. what if some car crashes on you?? you think you can still go to where ya goin' "safely" and "quickly?"

you're either going to the hospital or the nearest morgue, dimwit!

sorry.. gotta rant sometimes.



Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Mama Rudz

went to my former gym earlier... what can i say, i miss the guys.

yeah, they are my homies.. no matter what.

i got the surprise of my life when i learned of an old timer whom i had the honor of working out with died of a cardiac arrest.. he used to joke around that i should be "competing." i dunno why he says that crap.. i presume Rey had been spreading some BS and he just kinda pick it up (tip: learn more about Rey by searching this blog up) and tag along... he appears to know exactly what he's gonna do whenever he's there showing everyone some unusual 'moves' never been done by the usual gym rats.. ironically, his physique doesn't show any improvements whatsover despite the years he's been eating iron.

anyway, though i earnestly avoid talking crap with him, we'd sometimes end up doing so.. i find the person sensible enough that i had to sorta impart with him what's on my mind.. however, Rey was kinda pissed with him.. he's the only one with the balls to insinuate Rey used roids.. in return, whenever Rey had the luxury of disrespecting the old man, he'd gladly do so with gusto.

Rudy, that's his name by the way, likes to eat.. he'd tell me he'd order some of his favorite Kare-Kare or Lechon (roasted pig) just to satisfy his urge.. this dude already suffered a mild stroke before and yet he just can't resist the temptation..

long story short, he died.. one of the reason why i went there is because i dreamt of this guy last night.. he was very much alive and in his usual self.. conversing and just doing his sets in the gym.. since i missed my homies and all, i pop in there and was shocked to find out Rudy is gone... forever.

sad, but that's life.. at least he died old enough and had a good ride..

see you next life, Rudy.

on the flip side, my heart got bigger when Gaga, the in-house instructor slash spotter slash good friend, told me when exactly i'd be coming back.. cos he misses the lifts i do around there.. man, those were the crazy days, tell ya that!

in fact he's reserving the "prime spot" locker just to get my butt back in there.. they still don't know i have transferred.. YOU!!! this is just between us, huh??!!


yeah, i missed having you guys around too.. but i gotta do this.. to be away with the homies... i need to grow on other areas.. there are so many things i have now that i sorely don't have there.. already, i can press heavier dumbbells and my squat's looking fierce.. i wouldn't have done that if i was still stuck in my old-school gym... my options had expanded whilst before i've already reached my limits..

not to mention the distractions from you know who..

meanwhile, i'll still be visiting them once in a while.. catch up with anything.. hope not some dead mate comes up again..

crap, i didn't make it to their annual physique competition held last week.. they've got better contestants now as compared last year.


Tuesday, December 16, 2008

breaking new ground

20 kilos multiplied by 4, 80.

multiplied again by 2.. thats 160 kilos... x 2.2 that's 352 pounds.. plus 20, the weight of the bar.. sssshhhhh!!! i'm trying to do the math here!!!

372 pounds.

that's my new PR for squat.. wehehehehehe!!

Merry Christmas!!!

four equal plates side-by-side.. exactly how i wanted and pictured it.. and now, i gotcha.. sweet.

that's the good news.. now on with the bad.. 5 motorbikes raffled but didn't won a single.. not even a friggin blanket for whatchamacallit's sake.. tough luck.

and finally, for the ugly and i hate this part: it's Christmas and i'm not "liquid.." that's, uhm, rather my glamorize way of putting it, but really, i'm just cash-strapped, dam'it!!!

the culprit?

it's all that 'SALE!!!!' all over the place.. y'know, those super-duper discounted prices of the stuffs being sold in the malls these days.. sooo tempting..

resistance is futile, homie.

anyway, gotta get back to work cos i've got lotsa them waiting... aarrgghhh!!!

Monday, December 15, 2008

time after time

i'm soooo full!

no more time for chatters... tomorrow. maybe.

i'll save it 'til then.

happy holidays!

Saturday, December 13, 2008

pharty bhoy

ok, ok i had one too many... no, it's good.

bad thing though is, i'm writing this under the dark... picture this: no light.

everyone seems to be having fun with all the dance muzic... nice.

oh yeah, got to post this... they've been raving about how buff i am considering i'm simply wearing ordinary shirt... right!

here ya go people... touch my arms, homie!


a few more drinks and i'm goin' to la-la land... gotta keep it together.. too early to snooze yet... 10pm.

hope to win the darn bike tonight... fingers crossed!

happy holidays!

Friday, December 12, 2008

calm before the storm


quite a day to top the week... tomorrow will be our Christmas Party.. weeeeee!!!

yay! like i haven't grown old with all these parties.. i know, i know.. such a bummer of me, huh?

anyhoo, i had a good session earlier, notwithstanding all the shit-work i had to hurdle.. my biceps are on fire, baby!!

tomorrow.. hhmmmmm.. i really can't worry about it.. but i have a plan..

i'll figure something out when i'm about to "cross the bridge..."

peace and love.

Wednesday, December 10, 2008


there ya go again...

why o' why suspect me of being ON "gear?"

nope there ain't no way in the world i would even if i can..

lemme break it down for you... gently.

when i was a baby, i was told by my elders i had congenital heart desease.. an enlarged heart, to be exact.. i spent months after birth being confined in the hospital.. my late dad even had to scour for funds in order to bail me out.. damn, eh? too young and too fucked up already??

oh well.

next reason i can't touch roids is simply because i dunno how screwed up my body had become after years of alcohol and necotine abuse.. that's not to count the few bouts i had with *cough* *cough* drugs... damn, huh?!

well, the drugs ain't that much really... just amateurish MJ's and syrups... to tide my curiousity..

but i was heavy on alcohol and a BIG smoker... definitely, those vices could've dent my heart.. one way or another.

thus, there ain't no way in the world i'd entertain the thought of messing around chemicals that i don't have the slightest idea how to use, much less know the side effects of it on my body.

but then now that i've channelled my energy into something useful and getting good at it, some folks in the gym thinks i must be ON to something to be that strong and intense.


i could take that as an insult or a compliment.. i prefer the latter.

to say i'm ON to something simply means i'm no ordinary guy waltzing around the gym like a headless chicken... i definitely know how to run my thang..

i must be BIG that they noticed.

and STRONG too!

whatever.. i'm amused at how they could easily come up with that conclusion, but hey, i'm just as entertained..

saw many "juiced" guys in the gym.. they look better than me, tell ya that.

i'd prefer that it's a level playing field and that nobody takes roids..

but it's their lives and they wanna get there fast, take the shortest route and get HUGE easy.. even if i could afford it, health and money-wise, i still wouldn't do it... nothing beats getting "there," naturally.


Tuesday, December 09, 2008

hello and goodbye

bet'cha know already who won the last fight, yeah??

well, i feel bad for Oscar.. for real.

the picture paints a thousand words... him sitting at his corner looking puzzled and in pain.. not a picture of a multi-titled former champion from different weight divisions.. not to mention, an Olympic Gold medalist.. it's no ordinary feat, homie.. not one Pinoy has ever won a Gold medal in the olympics, if my memory serves me right.

so yeah, i would've thought he'd be swinging like hell for his "farewell fight/s.."

on the other hand, Booo Hoooo!!! to all those Pacman doubters.. next time, keep it to your arse, ha!

now, t'was nice watching the fight on PPV with an Eat-All-You-Can buffet on the sides.. the food we had - awesome! for 350 bucks, it's all worth every penny...

unfortunately, i downed cups and cups of brewed coffee before the fight... next thing i knew, i'm on the verge of having a nervous breakdown come fight time, damn it!

there were a number of people who reportedly have died watching the Dream Fight.. good thing i'm not part of the statistic.. hee hee hee!

the crowd just went crazy when everything started - all cheering for our countryman, Manny.

when Dela Hoya quit, the place just went mad!!

good thing i was able to keep it all together considering i was soooo hyped-up, thanks to bottomless coffee...

leason learned: don't drink lotsa coffee while watching Pacman fight.

congrats to Manny...

but sympathy to Oscar.. don't wanna see him go down like that.. but that's just life, hombre.. better retire and enjoy the moolah's you've earned.. life is good.

Friday, December 05, 2008

kim & nicole

damn, these bitches got me all confused for a while now...

'til today.


the gas guzzlers are back on the street, yo homie!

obviously and thanks to the drop of oil/crude/gas in the world market.. we've got cars all over the streets, again.

our place, i guess, has the most fucked-up streets in Cebu City - narrow, rough, waaayy to many cars and people, limited to nil alternative roads.. you name it, we have it!

anyhoo, driving in and out of our place is definitely something i don't look forward to.. good thing my lower back is made of steel these days or it could've broken down a long time ago with all those pot-holes and rough roads i have to pass through.

during those times when the gasoline price soared to the roofs, vehicles traversing our area had dramatically lessened.. now, it's starting to jammed the streets again..

damn. damn. damn.

sucks both ways, eh?!

and since i'm talking about traffic and vehicles, lemme rant s'more.. besides, you don't really have a choice anyway..

what i really hate with some drivers i encounter while i'm driving either a bike or a cage, is when these assholes try to revved up their engines and try to intimidate me with their loud pipes or their hyuuge trucks or SUV's to sorta say, "hey, i'm loud and big.. better get outta my way!!"

sometimes i fancy carrying a sub-machine gun and just pepper those friggin' tires of them shmucks!

then there are those PUJ's (public utility vehicle) who would race you up front only to cut your way off... some drivers, eh?!

then there are snakes.. those fuckers who swerve in and out of traffic like they must be suffering from diarrhea or having some kinda itch down there.. they just have to drive that way to reach their destination - fast.

and some drive sooo slow like, hello??! ever use your side mirror or rear-view mirror, dimwit?? traffic is building up because of you ya stupid mother-fucker!

you should be driving a hearse!!!!

ok, i am calm... woo.. saa.. woo.. saa..

nuff ranting... for now.



i hate you!!!

yeah, i'm on DOMS right now.. ya know DOMS, right? no, not Dirty Old Man Sucks..

good. i know you're smart... otherwise, start digging, meathead.

i worked my arms the other day (the other day don't mean yesterday, right? cos i don't mean yesterday). as always, i pushed myself to the limit like Manny Pacquiao.. even if my "other self" kept sayin' slow down or stop, i just keep pushing and pushing.. thus, now, even though i took a rest yesterday, i'm still sore.

as scheduled, i'm supposed to be back in the gym today, but the thing is, i'm feeling sore..

need to test the water.. later.

for tomorrow...

it'll be WAR!

Wednesday, December 03, 2008


it's amazing how you can actually amaze people with the natural things you do.. meaning, by just being "normal."

like yesterday.

as you very well know, i had guzzled enough beer last monday that i thought of not going to the gym the next day... well, you guess it right. i didn't.

so yesterday it was...

i hate legs day.. i often have butterflies on my stomach when i squat.. it feels like i'm gonna blow my friggin' head off holding my breath.. walking back and forth the rack to get on and off the bar - an ordeal.

the front squat is just as pain in the shoulders as it is in the neck.. you definitely have trouble breathing when the bar is stuck tight unto your neck causing it to partially block your windpipe.. unracking is easy but racking the bar back to its place when you're tired pumpin' it up and down to the ground... a challenge.

since it is the hardest for my quad routine, i do 'em first.. one set, two set, three set... we're talking volumes here, bud.

on to my top set, people starts staring at me.. that's around 350 pounds or 160 kilos.. i'm trying to figure out why they're looking at me like that... must've been the thought of my back breaking down, or i couldn't go back up... or i'll just fall flat on my face!

or i just might be crazy or something!

anyway, i finished the 'ordeal' safely, thanks good Lord.

then a guy came up to me and said "that's over 300 pounds, doesn't it hurt your back/traps?" and i said "nope."

he must've been wondering why i'm not using some pussy foam to sorta lessen the pain with the bar and its weight digging-in on my back.

so i go (obviously catching his drift) "the foam makes the bar shaky."

"ah, ok."

i went further and said "it's actually my lower back that sores a bit when everything is done and over with."

then he went asking how i got there... ya know, the weight i'm able to put up with.. i said something like "i did it progressively.. loading the bar a few pounds each time.." but we all know it ain't really just it.. it's like a combo of things..

ok here's the secret: work your lower back, stupid!

i don't see a lot of guys doing good mornings and weighted hyperextensions.. all they do with their lower back is hit it with that machine thingy..

that's why i'm a big fan of Dave Tate and WestSide Barbell for their straight-up and no-nonsense approach to powerlifting.

i still have a lot to learn and lifts to surmount.. i just need to be careful or it's game over.

be back with other things to talk about.


Tuesday, December 02, 2008

Nine Balls

damn the drinking last night.. my friend arrived and as usual we hang out. we played billiard while guzzling beer.. but before that, i hit the gym hard.

after, my testosterone drop flat on the floor... i was just drained.. sucked to dry and ready to roll over.. figured i could use a massage.. i've been contemplating on getting one since last week.. good thing yesterday was a holiday.. one hour and thirty minutes later got a text message from this pal who i haven't met for almost two months..

t'was nice catching up with the dude.. we played nine balls.. won the first few rounds, but later he was able to get into his rythm and i started to lose.. a lot. sucks to be piling balls often, but i played decent and still won a few ones later.. and when it mattered most, y'know the last game, i was victorious!

nope, it wasn't luck at all... just sweet, straight-up shooting baby!

later, we went to some "happy place." nice place tell ya that.

but i can't stay late.. i need to wake up early to bring my son to school and i need my friggin' beauty sleep... to hell with those hot vixens!


tonight i'm contemplating whether i should go and hit the gym.. it's legs day.. *yawn* i know..

i don't wanna do it half-ass.. maybe if i could take a quick nap, things would be better...

later alligator... ZZzzzz...