Happy Halloween

tomorrow, i will be "Adam" during our Halloween costume party..


go figure.


love listening to THIS station.. especially tomorrow.. try it.

T-Pain

argh!!!

my lower back is in pain...

i might have a slipped disk already.

nah... couldn't be.

what the hell did i do??


more on this...



later.

done.

what do you know... i knew i could do it.. i can smell it.. it's just around the corner..

90 pounds dumbbell bench press: check.

done deal.

i did it, hommie!

first i got it to four repetitions...

i figured, shoot, could be a fluke, y'know..

went back again just to be sure... and did five repetitions!!!

weeeeeee!!!!



next stop: 100 pounds.

this will take time.. yet again.

i'm not gonna make a fanciful forecast... i'll keep it real and simple.

i should hit 'em anytime come December.


well, that of course is possible if my shoulders and elbows won't nag me.. lately, i'm starting to feel a pinch of pang on both my elbows.. so, training smartly includes working out the rotator cuffs and warming up my elbows with some pushdowns before i do some major exercises.

this one hour per workout is definitely the way to go.. i should have listen before.. i'm too hard headed to think i'm "right" and feelin' "mr-know-it-all."

anyhoo, guess i need to do that.. to learn.

now that i tried it and know first hand, i can feel the difference..

still have plenty of energy now as i'm not wiped out.. makes me want to go to the gym even more... unlike before when it kinda scare the crap out of me... cos i'm still tired and on DOMS (Delayed Onset Muscle Soreness) from the previous session/s.

chillin' time....

pushing back

oh yeah....





even though my wallet's pretty loose these days (read: cash-strapped) at least, my shirt's tight.. wahehehe!!

yeah, i don't wanna read the news too.. only the good ones, i supposed.

what goes up.. must come down..

if you're down, there's no way to go but up..

life's a ball.

sometimes you're up... and sometimes you're down.

either way, we'll learn.. we'll get stronger.. we'll survive.

with so many people out there in the "land of milk and honey" losing their job, work doesn't seem to suck now, eh?

no, this ain't some kinda pep talk..

just sayin'..


i've got 7 days more to go to get to 90 pounds... i'm gonna go grind it 'til i hit it..

set this one on stone: i'll press the friggin' 90 before this month is over.

it's a deal.

exciter

i don't have much yadi-yada today... i'm still reelin' from all the workshit and yesterday's session.. that, besides i'm bored.

i got my home PC's video card fixed. can't afford a new one yet.. not on these times, especially when we've got a boatload of uncertainties hanging by... and personally, i'm just as in bad shape as Wall Street's.



no, it's not a joke.

it's been really busy this week, but am glad to have stick to the plan of spending just one hour sweating it up.. kinda missed a few workout but at least i'm not wiped out when it's over..

work?? hhhmmmmm... work SUCKS!!!

my psycho detector tells me a good friend of mine is coming home this weekend..

i'm excited.

haven't been hanging out for quite sometime now.. we'll see if the excitement translates into "fun" come party time...

'til then...

zit.

one hour

yep, i am now doin' a much needed, self-imposed and strictly one-hour-session-only in the gym.

no more wastin' time... i've read it like a million times already - that only within an hour you'll get the most optimal and efficient muscle building stimulation and, only in that period can you keep a leash the spike of stress hormone.. anything over, a plethora of cortisol release would go haywire.. i gotta listen to this folks.. after all, they're not called expert for nothing..

get in, get out.

that's my new motto now..

but there's a catch... i can't really say it here.. this blog is BUGGED!

dammit!!

anyhoo, it'll be better sessions ahead.. hopefully.

i'm keeping a tab -- like every minute so i could pace myself.. it's good.. i get to keep myself aware all the time.. sorta use my head a li'l bit more when i'm in the gym.. somehow, things had become mechanical.. gotta break free from the 'norm' and do something different..

meanwhile, work is getting crazier.. dunno how to explain it, but things just don't feel right..

wonder if it was even right from the get go - to begin with.

hhhmmmmmm... it's a wait and see situation..

bye now... take care then..

shoot!!!

or is it the other way around??

Funny

we could all use a good laugh..



bwehehehe!!!

i don't really have much to say right at this moment...

thus.

buckling down

i'm tired of being tired.

i mean, it's almost always a 'wipeout' session for me everytime i'm done in the gym... i know i should limit my time there.

i'm gonna revise my program starting next week.

i'm gonna start backing down on my training... been training smartly, but it ain't smart enough.. but i have to experiment to know where i hit or missed.

i don't have any joint pains right now.. that's a big improvement...

well, today i slowed down in the gym - purposely.

we'll see how this goes...



i'm craving for cashew nuts.

even-tempered

i'm getting a little impatient... i sooo wanna hit the darn 90 pounds dumbbell bench press this week.. but i might have to wear a helmet and a mouthpiece cos the damn weight could go crashing on my face if i mess it up.. i could squat 300 pounds, alright. however, i'm unimpressed.. people in the gym are starting to noticed me.. i'm earning my "stripes" slowly.. three plate on each side ain't fierce.. if i get it to four, i'd be totally happy and satisfied.

now, it would really get me "there" if i'm like others who do this thing in these order: lift, eat, sleep.. i would've gained lotsa strength, size and muscularity.

but nah, i'm no millionaire.. gotta bust my ass.. earn a living..

oh yeah, even with my current situation, i still beat a lot of younger guys who have plenty of time to sulk in the gym.. like for hours, momma!

even the resident bodybuilder 'lauded' me for my squat strength.. another PT told me, "sir, you might wanna wear a belt.. we have a serviceable belt for your safety and convenience.."

right.

like i don't have one.

only pussies wear belt, dimwit!

joke.


told him to chill.. got mine but i'm not at the point where i need one... at least, not yet.. wait 'til i get to the top.. livid and ready to pass out..


those "macho" boys are starting to nod at me.. sorta compliment, i guess..



usually they talk among themselves... and i really have no choice but to listen to those fags.. and why do you have to ask me why they're fags??

they're bunch of vain kids...

but as of late, i got a feeling they want me "IN."

one actually bade goodbye to me when he left the gym..

so yeah, i don't need to play "cool-cool" with these boys.. i just do what needs to be done... and if you do it with the best of your ability, some people would actually notice you.. and wants to be your friend!

it's the law of nature, hommie.

you try hard to be one of the pack, you'd end up looking needy.. clingy.

you just do what you do best, skip being trying-hard, then they'd most likely accept you for who you are.. not for what you're trying to be.. y'know, pretending.. putting a front.. an image...

of something you're NOT.


as i've said, i'm not there to make friends or being chummy with the oh-so-hot girls...

i have a mission.. wanna know?

man-up.. do some back reading now, eh?

well, i wouldn't mind having a few friends along the way.. and have some girls on my lap, too!




teee heeee!!!


offish.

the dreaded legs

man... i'm still wiped out from yesterday's session.. i'm gonna need over 40 winks so i could hit the gym later.. it's legs day.. weeeeee!!!!

but really, got some butterfly going around my stomach right at this very moment..

end.

Miller Hospital...

nice place....

talk about it more, later.

i've reached plateau... i'm stuck in a rut.. though i'm able to move 80 pounds using a 5X5 program, it's still a struggle.. i have to move it smooth and slick before i could up the poundages to, guess how heavy? 90 pounds, momma!

yep.

i have to be super sure and confident when the time comes.. anyway, time for my power nap..

tchau!

delts on fire!

tired.

yep, i'm on it again.. y'know, non-stop, wall-to-wall, no-holds-barred kinda arms training... i hate it.. just like front squat or anything about leg work.. i just hate everything about it.. i hate it when i'm already at the top of my work set during squat cos then i have to really hold my breath hard, otherwise, i could go spiralling downward right after un-racking the bar... that could spell disaster, but since i'm inside the cage (power rack), expect a huge "CLANG!!!" if things don't go as planned..

even though i hate the thought of it, i do it anyway... it's the result that i look forward to.. training the "big guns" before doing "cosmetic" stuffs is the way to go for me... thus, every time i start workin' out, i'd usually train the big muscle group then go on with the little ones.. right now, i'm possessed training my shoulders.. they've stand out all right but i want a nice, rounded shape on my delts... good thing about training smartly these days cos i can bump up my shoulder routine without worrying i'd injure 'em all over again..

so far, it's been fruitful.. however, i've got a feeling i'd burn out real soon if i keep doing circuit training... you're just totally wiped out when you're done..

gotta cycle this up or i'd go on an early "vacation" again...

anyhoo, gotta go... my buddy in London just got on Skype.. missed this dude.. we gotta talk.. err, chat.. later, alligators!




P.S.

she's got a nice, broad shoulders, dontchathink?

spiked

now that the gasoline prices had mellowed down, now comes the economy in danger of financial hurricane... how the hell it happened and why every country in the world seems to be in the crappers these days, your guess is as good as mine..

sucks, huh?

i don't wanna second guess.. besides, they can't even figure it out.. y'know, those think tanks, nerds, analyst and all of them up there... your leaders, ey?

looking at those images in the news of guys on the phone in the stock market arena.. stressed out and all, aarrrgghhhh!!! must be tough being on their shoes these days.. is that life for you, hommie??

count me out.

human we may be, but we're all tough build.. resilient.. survivor..

we'll weather this storm like we've always had..

shifting channel in a flicker...



my new gear would likely arrive next year... hu hu hu..

but at least, it will.

brother sent me a copy of the receipt and, he just received the items today.. weeee!!!

but he ain't sending 'em pronto... he'll tag 'em along sis' scheduled "gift-giving" package for us come November.. and that'll take 2 long months before it arrives here..

mood: happy and sad.

anyhoo, it's better to wait for something.. than wait for nothing, eh?

hello??? you there??


i'm still waiting....


chiao!

good riddance

this has got to be the most intense sessions i've ever had since i started lifting... not only that i'm able to focus more, thanks to Rey-less times in the gym, the ambiance, environment and the equipment i'm working on is right on the money!

what's Rey-less, you ask? that Mr. Know-It-All mate i had in my previous gym ---- i don't have to bear his antics anymore... all that teasing about me "being on ON roids," or that "i should join powerlifting meets," or "compete in a bodybuilding contest" bullshit had finally stop.. Rey is the only "big guy" around there and if he see's anyone catching up with him, he'd do anything to take you out of your game..

but he's not entirely an ass, though.. he'd throw a few tips here and there.. help me out when i needed someone strong to spot me.. or we'd go chatter on something interesting... unfortunately, his teasing comes at a time when i need to concentrate and focus... and he has this bad habit of bad-mouthing just about anyone in the gym.. some, behind their back.. others, in-you-face style.. get the picture?

now that i'm virtually unknown to anyone, i'm able to focus more.. keep the intensity high... i don't have a training partner but this i can tell you, my improvement these days are soooo much fiercer in terms of strength and mass... yet, i don't even have a training partner to spot or push me...

i met another former-gym-mate yesterday... he's the one being groomed to someday represent the gym in some competition.. trained no-less by the resident instructor, Gaga... he mentioned that the place is pretty tight these days... before i left there, things had started to get really really dense with gym-rats.. it's getting harder to breath...

unfortunately for this mate, he's still lookin' the same... same dude i saw a month ago..

i don't know about you but my friggin' shirts are getting tighter everyday... my shoulders are definitely wider.. so are my back.. my arms? oh, my arms.. being able to push and pull alternately with lesser distraction mentally and equipment-wise (read: less cramped) just keeps me going and going...

did i mentioned that Rey's still stuck with that darn 200 pounds bench press? saw him last week being spotted yet again... i might've been using dumbbells, but i'm courting 85 pounds/piece with my bench... it's so much harder to use dumbbells with those weight than barbell.. and FYI, i already 'conquered' that cute 200 pounds bench press before..

in effect, the move greatly improved me, notwithstanding the fact that i don't have any 'friend' or 'friends' to spot me.. while i have all the help in the old gym, still i got stuck in the rut cos the equipments are limited and it's hard to use 'em since a lot of wannabes sit on them like there's no tomorrow..

hence, intensity rules!

DOMS

yeah... i'm having one right now.. y'know, DOMS - Delayed Onset Muscle Soreness..

i went hard with my arm workout last saturday. alternating between biceps and triceps.. non-stop.

but not after kicking everything up with squats (front and back) and deadlift.. this pretty much jumpstarts the lactic acid build up of my body and primes up my arms for the non-stop circuitous, back-to-back, hardcore, whatchamacallit workout..

already, today is the second day of my 'supposed' rest, yet i'm still feeling a wee bit sore on my arms.. what's more, i had a good body massage hours after bangin' those irons.. so, being still sore, i've pretty much went overboard again.. as usual.

i'm still wanting... hee hee!

t'was nice to get a massage again after a long a while... budget constrains had bugged me for eons now.. i can only afford to go sneaky-sneaky if i can..

anyhoo, i'd go sleep early today... i need to recover fast so i can again rise to the challenge ahead.. tomorrow.

Kimbo got sliced!

14 seconds?

whatta an upset!



Kimbo Slice Vs. Seth Petruzelli

exit light

hhmmmm... there'd been an unprecedented mass exodus of key employees since the last few months in the company i work with... i'm pretty used to people coming and going here.. it had been the trend since time immemorial... managers quit, rank and file employees quit... damn, even the lowly technicians quit!

the job which is supposed to be mine had i not declined already had 20 employees and counting sit on it only to quit after a few months... damn, my boss says "it's supposed to be a career move" on my part, but i figured, shet, there's no friggin' way i'm gonna sit my ass the entire day in the office --- boiling room style!

well, they can have it.. i'm here for the fun.. earn a living enough to feed my family, have a li'l fun along the way and maybe enjoy my job.. not stress my brains out!

i've been trying to evaluate myself... y'know, do i have the balls to be, uhum, a leader?? nope... sorry.. i don't want the stress.. the headache.. yeah, just lemme go kick somebody's ass if i have to, but don't, never.. ever.. make me lead.

i'm a good soldier... that, i'm proud of... i obey.. i follow.. barely complains..

look at those leaders we're having right now... Bush, McCain, Obama, Arroyo... damn, even Bin Laden isn't having fun right now... those militant leaders getting jailed or killed.. yeah, yeah... it's better to die for something than die for nothing..

whatever.

anyhoo, Godspeed to all who've come... and go.. may you find greener pasture out there...

i gotta go hit the road..

chill.

Shake It

whew!!!

that was HARD!

this is madness, man... but i like it and i want MORE!!

so, i took a break yesterday since my shoulders were pretty sore... came back today and my golly, i was just waxin' hot... thanks to that hand grip i recently bought, some veins in my forearm are ready to break out.. but they still fatigue rather quickly...

got a new friend named Romeo.. actually, we've been casual friend since i started last month.. right now, this dude is my "idol." he's about 5'1", muscular and he just ate those darn 120 pound dumbbells --- easily.

friggin' strong, hommie!

i know he's "ON" to something (read: steroids). i saw him a few months back competing.. the dude look awesome that time.. ripped and dry.. right now he's a li'l off physique-wise, but he can go competition-ready in no time...

incidentally, he started working out in my previous gym.. him and Rey are "friends." only now he's so much better in terms of strength and mass... Rey's still stuck with those puny weights back in the old gym while this dude, he's just on a league of his own... yet he's not even loud like Rey who relishes on bashing everyone when they turn their back.. what can i say, some people, ey?

i just did incline barbell bench press earlier and it's just it.. i'm done doing those bench and incline bench press using barbell... they just friggin' hurt my !@#%$^& shoulders!!!



i'll just work around dumbbells, cables and machines... save for military press.. i'm fine doing it with barbells...



done ranting... now, watch!




if you want the Official Video, click THIS instead.... y'know, Official Videos these days cannot get embedded no more... tisk.. tisk..

eicosanoids

hhhmmmmm.. amazing.

it's only yesterday i realize that thing they call inflammation... y'know, inflamed muscles... ring a bell??



anyhoo, since it was a holiday yesterday, i trained like a mad man.. going wall-to-wall almost non-stop and whop my shoulders, biceps, triceps and abs to extinction... for hours, momma!

now, i had a brilliant idea before i went to wreck havoc in the gym.. that afterwards i'd hit the log instead of malling.. this is supposed to speed up recovery and growth... Neil wasn't with me, so, i don't see a point strolling around by my lonesome..

after i got home, went to devour a few boiled eggs.. then, as planned, went snoozin'..

boy, it's hard to sleep when you're over-fatigued, tell ya that! i just kept turning and turning.. luckily, i was able to nap in between...

after waking up, that was then i felt my shoulders being warm... it's kinda unusual.. i'm guessing it's the lactic acid build-up on the area that's makin' it warm.. since i bang it pretty good, it took a lot of time for the acid to flush-out of my system.. first time in my lifting years that i have to ice 'em to sorta cool 'em down... then, i have to shower to make sure i "extinguish the fire."

thus, today i'll rest... no lifting, no cardio... no nothing.

and i feel good!


***


meanwhile, earlier today, i went to visit my old gym... i was just outside walking in, and i was just smiling cheerfully... y'know, it's nice to see the 'boys in the hood' all over again... oh, the place had just been re-painted.. i'm ready to cry, mate!

a few re-arranging of stuffs here and there.. still looks the same... just pretty darn organized now that i'm gone!

man, i'm touched when they told me to "get your arse back in the gym already... c'mon, idol!"

Gaga, the chief instructor told me i'd regret it for quitting... Benito, the assistant was sayin' he'd find me another locker cos mine had already been taken.. Rey was skeptic... he said i could be pretending to be "off" the gym but actually lifting in another gym... but later said i'd be sorry for taking the time off...

told them i'd be back next year... geeezzz, sorry for lying guys.. i gotta keep this "moves" of mine low... as in, in all modesty...

anyway, i missed 'em all... big time!

but no regrets.

things are goin' great for me now... my numbers are UP if you catch my drift.. gotta keep moving forward... but i'll keep in touch with my former mates... that's a promise!