my home internet's still down... it's been days, thank you... Globe!!

my new buddy (again and i don't know his name but we're all "idols" there in our own right) wanted to do a superset workout for the triceps... hhhmmm.. this is pretty but exhausting exercise as it requires just a few seconds of break in between.. but i'm usually "in" for some new challenge especially when it's about testing my strength and endurance.. so, we fired it up!

this guy, by the way, used to work as a P.T. (personal trainer) for Fitness First. if you've been in the cave for so long, you are excuse for your ignorance... otherwise, i should whop you in the ass for not knowing FF.. uhm, yeah, the shortcut for Fitness First.

anyway, he was doin some bench presses.

whenever i'm in the gym, i'm always concern with people who do powerlifts... i've seen a number of them stuck at the bottom, and quite frankly, it scares the crap out of me. so, yeah, i'm very sensitive with that cos some people love to show off but they end up embarrassed cos they can lift the damn bar anymore.

after blazing through 110lbs.(last max out for me was 220lbs., modesty aside), i knew even though he used to do P.T. for clients, he'd pretty much have a hard time completing the set with his current build. seeing his arms shaking to hoist the bar up, off i went to help him lift the bar... or as the bodybuilders lingo would have it, "spot" him.

then he decided to do triceps cos he thought he could use a partner... fine, fine..

he.. he... he was done in about an hour while i stayed a few hours more and hit my abs and legs... my body's lactic acid excretion is squirming like hell right now!

i'm in heat!

no, not the horny kindda heat but my skins are... well, warm.

the plan for this week is to blast 'em up... the muscles, of course...and on saturday, we will witness an abs competition among the gym rats.. then head up for an eat all you can buffet and finish the night off with some gimmick... dunno where yet.

i still haven't made up my mind yet whether i'd join these guys... keepin my fingers crossed for this one...

just finished skimming through shawn ray's interview and i've gotta say, he just won himself a convert.. him and dorian yates were bitter rival during the 90's Mr. Olympia and i've read dorian's comment to one magazine before saying ray was a total ass for saying he is finish as Mr. Olympia that year... well, i'm a big fain of people who stand up for their beliefs and actually do something about it..

i hope i could resolve my personal "issues" someday... so i don't have to worry about me shrinking into some corner cos i don't have the right...

someday.

shut up and train!

my "idol" Dorian Yates - Blood and Guts

rape me....

my "friend(s)"

friends....

no, we didn't go out with my new office mate. i deliberately went back to the office a wee bit later... so she won't catch me..

so, there.

***

just received a text message from the sister of my best pal, earl. he's due to come home this december. i'm excited but i'll have to keep my emotions in check cos i don't wanna get disappointed if things don't materialize as planned... of course, we have "big" plans... he he he...

to be perfectly honest about it, i can't wait for the day my childhood buddy, school mate, more-than-brother and best friend to get his arse down here already.

it's been a year, pal.

****

well, so much for friends, eh?

giecel

*yawn*

we have a new officemate. she's soooo hot, young and sexy.. and she's inviting me to go out, have a drink at Paseo... tonight. whoa! slow down tiger.. last time i had a drink, well, me and louie had a bottle-ful of rum.. thankfully, i didn't do anything crazy. well, i was watching myself the whole time and though it was pretty jam packed with beautiful people, i was tame to the end..

i haven't been to that place and i doubt it very much if we'd push through (ok, i'd push through) but she's got a little determination cos she talked about it yesterday.. and she sorta remind me again today...

anyhoo, you'll find out all about... uhm.. later? next post?


****

well, here goes the gym stories yet again..

it's been pretty, lately. i didn't have to wear my shitty wrist support strap to get my reps goin.. i dunno, but the pain slowly subsided when i did minimal isolation exercises. instead, i concentrated on the heavy and compound routine.

these days, i'm gonna do the tough ones... i'd do the squat.. the dead lift... pull-ups... dips...

before, during college days, it never occurred to me the importance of these exercises.. like i'd just do whatever is "appealing" y'know, have that beach boy look or johnny bravo. but i was wrong. it didn't work out.

so now that i'm an old fart, i have to do the hard, painful but kickass exercises... and i can still do them.. how you like that, eh?!

aside from the usual complements i get (no kidding, they said i'm getting leaner.. and this is coming from different people), when i'm in the gym, the gym rats would look at me in awe... for real. that's because i lift like a power lifter. those huge 50lbs. plates, i'd rack them up when i'm doin' military press. and it's true to say as in my own "experiment" with what bodybuilders had been saying all along, that when i'm wearing shirt these days, it's pretty tight on the shoulders, arms and chest part but loose on the ab section. kewl.

but that won't make me go complacent. i am my biggest critic. they said my arms were getting bigger, i say, i don't see my arms anywhere close to rey's or those local roidz boys.. uh, uh.. not even an inch.. i'm gunning for ronnie coleman's physique.. that's what's goin at the back of my brain..

i dunno for how long i can keep this up but i will try to the very end... to stay on track.

time to gorge on my peanuts and coffee fix...

i got to get me a tattoo.. i'll start with the legs. the lower portion of my left knee (Tibialis anterior, thanks wiki) had a huge scar that i got when i was a kid needs to be covered with some artistic thingy.. i've been meaning to get one but am still in the process of looking for the right person to do the job... my right foot (well, a few inches from my achilles tendon) also suffered some burns thanks to my motorcycle's pipe... isssshhhhhh!!! that was the sound of it when my skin kiss the super hot metal pipe... now, imagine the pain!

but yeah, i'd love to get me one of these:



someday...

i better hook up with earl and elvin.. they both sport a huge tattoos on their back and legs... where the heck are those guys, anyway?! or should i say, where had i been?

***

i discovered a website that's got full of information i need.. i'm overwhelm. this is exactly the kind of content, info and articles i've been looking for.. i'm just grinning ear-to-ear these days.. thanks internet.. thanks t-nation!

the punch lines...

ey sports fans! wassup?!?

good to be back and kicking... i'll have to slowly crawl myself back into the "hood..." expect some twist and turns along the way and, uhm, yeah, the drama... we all love a little dose of that.. like some kindda telenovela... it's no wonder our lives end up that way.. but before anything, i'll have to say the "punchlines" that i've grown accustomed to since time immemorial... and their, well, supposed meanings...


"what the fuck?" - self explanatory.

"paksit" - this is a how we greet each other during the days when we "morning the night."

"paker" - we sooo love rex navarette's joke about "SBC Packers" that my bud started calling us that, paker. but really, it means "fucker." whatever.

"cio," "sho," "shomaker" - i called my niece with that name over the phone and my friend, boyet, started calling me with it too. soon, everyone in the office followed. "shomaker" was a spin-off of the the whole "cio" thing but that's because me and my office best bud, boyet, who by the way lives in NJ these days, loves formula 1 racing.. til now.

"idol" - i started this one in the gym. i call my "spot buddy," idol - all because he's such a hardworking fellow that he literally had a physical makeover.. from fat to whoa! and as usual, as luck would have it, he'd call me "idol" too. other people in the gym heard it and ever since, "idol" had become a byword in there. unfortunately, my friend, (arsua was his last name) quit working out but the "idol" monicker lived on... especially for those who work out hard...

"cracker" - my former officemate, jagger, was such an anxious guy that every sales he made, he'd frantically prepare all the documentations... he would crack at the slightest missteps and when customers start bugging him about documentation, you guess it, he cracks! i'd mess with him even more by mimicking the voice of our GM and calls his name by surprise... and boy, the look on his face? priceless! unfortunately, he left as he was given the pink slip few weeks ago. he now works with our competitor.

"shut up!" - yeah, we'd love to drop this when we're too drunk and in our slurring moments, we so wanted to make a point, but the other guy kept talking... we'd say, "shut up!" but we're all good sport. we never take anything personally.. at least, not yet.

"i just wanna go home" - this isn't really the coolest thing to say when things are starting to "warm up," but i'd usually say this (or my bud, louie) when i had one too many. it's especially and frequently blurted out when cellphones start ringing or some sms comes in a matter of seconds... and it's the wifey! ahhhh!!! have a little empathy, will you? lemme go already!

"i love you!!" - hhhmmmm... say this to any of your friends and you'd be surprise at the look of their face.. i do it frequently -- to anyone.. some actually would say, "you're saying "i love you's" like it's soooo ordinary..." and i say, "why not?" when people do me some favor and get something done for me, i'd say "i love you!!" to them as my way of saying thank you.. once, when my bodybuilder friend taught me a lot of lesson on how to do things properly and i very much appreciated what he did, when he bid goodbye to everyone, i told him, "bye rey, i love you!!!" very loudly. hahaha!!! one japanese guy who heard and whose always serious with his training couldn't help but laugh! rey's reaction was like, "WTF?" but he smiled and went ahead.. but hey, everyone had a good laugh... and as usual and as predictable life can be, more are starting to say that... nice, eh?

more about this "lines" later... trying to remember some of 'em...

now, if you've read this and you caught me flat footed, pants down, drunk, wasted, naked, horny, crazy, and everything, try to understand that that's just the way i am... ok, that's not really me in there but the "poison" working on me... so, could it be that i'm in between sober and drunk state? like the movie "me, myself and irene?" damn, go figure.

and please, skip the picture taking part... i'm too old and ugly for that shit... i'm no britney or paris to get that paparazzi-like images... no magazine or newspaper would want any of that... i guarantee you..

capish?


***

just watched american gangster... loved it! denzel and crowe was exceptionally good.. had to repeat it..

****

still haven't got my shot for anti-tetanus. i step on some friggin' and rusting nail while i was out trying to feed my new dog, maui. it was dark (blackout, mostly in the city) as the typhoon lando just passed us by... but i had to feed her no matter what.. now, i'm gonna die because of my dogs.. great!

******

nuff BS... over and out.

i'll mask my stupidity a few days ago with this numbers... talk about it later (the stupidity)... as these numbers, at least, is something to be proud of.. ok, brag off.. haha!

i'm gaining more strength lately... should i thank my supplements (creatine, amino and CMD) or my food intake... or is it just my sheer determination to break out from the plateau? i dunno but i'm happy to have been able to max it out and get my numbers up in the gym.

the max outs.... in lbs.

standing military press @140

incline bench @210 / bench press @200

deadlift (raw. as in no straps, belts and whatnot) @280

squat @240

dynamic row @160

leg press @490 (but i bet i can do more)

hack squat @200


my parallel dips are getting more reps (repetition) just as my chins...

yeah, i guess i'm goin' insanely stronger each week as i'm competing against the bodybuilder/s (dunno how many are they but they ain't that many) in the gym.. if there's anything i can do good in my life, that would be in there.. the gym.

so, congrats to me.


***

funny.. i remember a scene in one movie (arrrrgghhh!!! as usual, i forgot the title!) when a man asks his boss whether what news would he like to hear first.. "the bad news or the bad news?" yeah, that's the way to do it! hehe!

so, the bad news. last saturday, due to the great taste of chivas regal, i blackout. what a great night to cap the week, eh! i don't want to elaborate and even remember any friggin moment, but as the boxing guru's would have it, "we all have our bad nights." so and unfortunately, that was mine right there.

i'd love to make excuses... that things weren't goin' great with Neil's studies.. like he's failing, and i just had a "sweatful" earlier thus i'm tired which cause my early "knockdown."



but i won't. as President Truman's favorite expression says it above, in the end, i am responsible for my own action and that night, i was an idiot.

and i am just human, too.

so, fuck it, life goes on.

meanwhile, that being said, i have more reason to get my attention into something really different... very interesting thoughts and philosophies that i'm trying to absorb day in, day out...

just going through the motions here.... and in a way, it's a blessing in disguise.

hopefully soon, no more craps and complexities in me's life.



fingers crossed.

man.. man...

i had an "article" waiting but i haven't had the "time" to complete the whole thing yet.

we have a new dog, by the way. her name is maui.. she's a labrador... and she's so playful and full of life.. a handful, to be exact. i'm not complaining though... wifey is! hehehe

mores stories later...

what if...

instead of the veins the bones will pop out from my wrist... or shoulder... or legs?

yeah, i thought about that too...

i have this friend in the gym whom i thought was a total ass cos he just go wherever he pleases and grabs anything without asking anybody if it is still being used... worst, he doesn't return it and just leaves it on the floor or some place where you could accidentally bump yourself into.

whenever we crossed path, i'd usually top his lifts to let him know "i'm better" and i'd purposely drop the plates or the bar on the floor to piss him off or shoooo him away... well, cos i'm annoyed by his bad habits..

eventually, he was able to get my drift and i earned his respect... to make the long story short, we ended up being buddy.

i've finally realize why he's such an ass before... it's probably because he's rich and for that, a brat. and so when the smoke cleared and things started to settle down, he understood and learn to be sensitive to other people around him.

one thing about this guy i didn't know? he's such a kid... a nice kid at that. so now we'd end up talking once in a while during our breaks and he asks for my advices.. really. i should consider being personal trainer as my next career move... someday.. we'll never know...

and this guy got the scare of his life when he was looking at me loading plates after plates and did some super heavy presses and lifts that he pop this question: "what if things go wrong and your bones gives in or your back (spine) can't take it no more... or your shoulders snaps?"

well, shit happens even to the best of us... quite frankly though, the thought of it didn't scare me at all... i have crashed my motor bikes a number of times before, twisted my ankles, fractured some bones, peeled some skin... bruises all over (including my ego)... but i still ride my bike... i still go hard and fast if and when the condition permits... i floored four on the floor so many times when i'm driving a cage...

sure, sure, things had changed but am still the same... i just have to deal things a little differently, now.... shift gears and take the higher road...

so, am still kicking ass out there but i always remember what my late grandma kept telling me whenever i'm out there in the fences doin some acrobatic stunt, BE CAUTIOUS!

aaaahhhhh.... time to zit... and Happy Halloween everyone!

but i'm still alive...

wear and tear

it's hard to accept it but i think i'm on the verge and realclose of injuring myself. i can feel my right wrist feeling funny (in a scary way) that even when i'm doin ordinary things, it knacks weirdly. earlier, i felt a pang of pain on my right shoulder while doin bench presses... and get this, it wasn't even close to my maximum load yet... so, yeah, i'm kindda there right now... y'know... getting fucked!

i always thought i wouldn't. some people kept telling or i heard them talking about doin some light workout on some other days... i wouldn't have any of their advice... i felt really invincible especially when i was able to lift all the dumbbells that were placed in the heavy rack... sorta place where only the "big boys" hang around... best of all, i can go toe-to-toe with the "old-timers" or the "bodybuilders" in my gym... "if they could lift it, i could too!" was very much my mentality the whole time.. i would grind for hours... when i'm there, it's all business..

so today... err, i mean tonight, i seriously thought about backing off a bit to heal up.. my doc-wannabe friend asked his ortho/resident doc/instructor on how to deal with those things cos he too suffered the same fate as i am. the doc said calmly to him... "take two weeks off."

i don't know but i guess it's the best option for me also... five to six days a week of romancing the iron bars... have to stop the madness right now... i should have a better plan when i go back so i don't injure myself again... but that will have to wait til the middle of November... which is my payment due...

a MEMO to myself:

SLOW DOWN or burn baby... burn!

***

this one was on Oct. 28.....

sabado nights

one hundred thirty pounds excluding the bar for a standing military press? i am surprise.. by ME!

yeah, i am bragging. i'm just happy to max it out in that level of tonnage... this week's session had been all great... fuck the pain, i'm doing it full throttle!

i need to pile up some serious mass while i can cos by the time i'm old and gray, it won't be easy to do those lifts.. just like the once and glorious former Mr. Philippines, who had to call for help cos he can't raise the bar anymore while doing incline bench press... it's ll in the mind now, sir... as the cliché goes, "the mind is willing, but the body is weak."

hope i didn't screw that up.

nuff said.

just a side note, i'm pretty amuse by this fellow whenever he works out... cos he never fails to wear protective belt...

so what's amusing about it? well, he only lifts a puny 10-15 pounds while i'm grinding 250's wearing nothing but raw power... hhhhaaaaahhhh... i know.. it's windy in here too!

***

and i'm just too happy exams are over... no, not mine. it's Neil's. i am his tutor y'know.. dang, it's a pretty tough job, huh!

now, i don't have to worry bout dashing home as quickly as i could... i could use the breather....

i was gonna ask the guys from school, "are you sure these subjects are for grade 3?"

cos it's friggin tough, titser!

on the bright side (well, i have to look at that part), i'm having one helluva refresher/crash course about elementary subjects.. God bless me.

***

i can't complain and i won't apologize for the boring entries here these days... cos this is the right page for me. i've been really "bad" for many years which got me weak and ill and obese and i kept on thinking that one day i can turn things around... day-by-day... one drinking session after another... packs of cigarettes and more... contemplating... planning and feeling my body... but i can't wait for me to burst.. i could be late, y'know...

so, this is why i'm HOT and starting to look brawny today... he he he

i'm happy cos after months (started march or april) of hard training, burning out didn't crossed my mind, still. i think about it everyday... sleep, eat, work and just roll with it... but i ain't goin crazy with it, yet... i'd go out and have some rum or beer on some weekends... and sometimes, i'd go crazy with who-knows-what.

like two weeks ago. haha!

i guess i should start "behaving" more next time.. for real.

uummmm... like tonight?

rain, rain...

change program.

yeah, i have to.

i will treat myself like it's just now that i am working out. not that i'm unimpressed or discontent, but there's just soooo many things i'm starting to discover and learn by just reading some stuffs on the net.

so, i'm gonna start from the scratch... learn a few things... unlearn some... it'll be exciting again!

ok, more exciting now.

***

i discovered recently that our newly hired IT guys are already tinkering with my PC... hhmmmm....this early?!?

long before they've set foot here, i've been the "go to guy" whenever shit comes up so i know my way around... first they un-installed my skype (which by the way i couldn't care less cos i ain't using it) and then they took my firewall off and installed a spy software (remote admin) so they can take a peek as to what i am working with (or browsing, if you may)... that is, if i'm screwing around, ya know... and maybe later, take over my PC when i'm not around...

they probably think that i'm just gonna hand it to them in silver platter and give them the satisfaction of busting me with my pants down and tail between my legs...

great, guys! you just started a war and i ain't backin' out... lets see if you REALLY can find out what i am doing... and yeah, you'll be surprise at what i can do... heee heee

can i say the punchline?

here goes:

WATCH ME!

***

thanks to the rain i'm pretty much stuck here and writing this masterpiece... hope you enjoyed it.

ciao!

Love Somebody

love the new version... check this out guys...

deym!

i soooo love pearl jam and THIS song just reminds me of my full of angst years... all because of love...

fair game

life's not fair.

the guy below is my buddy at the gym. we help each other out when were doing super heavy lifts.. other than that, we just do our own "little thing" while in there.

so why is it not fair, you asked?

well, let me count the ways...

one, this guy could not match me with the weights.. i could lift 20 to 50 percent more than his poundages..

two, i do more exercises for one body part than his average of two to three sets...

three, i'm almost doing ten by tens... meaning ten sets of ten repetitions of everything... how much more difficult and rigid training can i possibly get, huh?

four, i'm pretty much adept and technical with the whole workout thingy that he'd practically asks for my advice/s...

five, i spend more time bangin' the iron in the gym than him... like he's done in an hour or two and i'm still doin crunches...

six, his workout is never consistent... he quits for a week or two and comes back again, but without losing much muscle and definition... while i grind and eat iron six days a week to get a shoot at looking muscular!

and lastly, he gets all the girls (and even the gays!) for that so-so gym performance by just getting half naked while at the beach while i'm having dinner at the gym gorging on dumbbell steak.... WTF?

now tell me, is that fair?

but then again, i'm happy for him... after all, when he is there pumping iron, he really puts up and almost never ceases to rest in between sets... like these days, after a week/s off, he is like an animal! loading plates after plates.... and that, i can't match... i'd like to take my sweet time, y'know....

***

in case YOU have found your way here uninvited and you know me in person, i want YOU to understand that i'd like to take a break from all of that... for now...

i already said my piece... now, i'll take this time to gather my thoughts and reflect...

when i'm ready, i will again, re-appear to finish what i've started.

ciao!

some guys....

have all the luck!









have to scan the friggin picture from the printout cos the digicam had been owned!

ssssssshhhhhhhhh

nothing much to rant about somewhere else, so here i am.

what was that i was gonna talk about? hhhmmpp!!!

oh yeah... I am HOT!

i like that a lot... i am now a chic magnet... dang!

i went out last saturday and boy, when i sat down with some ladies (one is a GF of a friend and the other was her friend) at my friend's bar, we just hit it off right away.. last time i check, it's usually me whose touchy and icky, but this time, they were. the other girl kept her face thisclose to mine whenever she speaks... i can almost feel her lips rubbing my ears... whoa there! and my friend's GF (my friend's somewhere not in Cebu) she'd occasionally hold my arm when she speaks... hhmmmmmm... checking me out,girl, huh? but no worries bud, i ain't hitting your GF even if we're both stuck in an island.. promise... he he he

oh and she did left me a cellphone number but i ain't calling nobody... unless i wanna get whop by some jealous wifey...

remember that story a few entries back? well, do some back reading cos i ain't diggin', will yah, hombre!

well, her name was ashley... shesh! she came back a few nights later and was looking for me... sorry girls, i'm good for one night only and that's it... after that, let's forget the past.... i mean, for real.

***

so, i get it... this is probably the reward for all that pain and sweating, eh? i'll sweat some more 'til i can't sweat no more... dang, i bungled up marley's song...

***

now, for the gym story...

i'm getting stronger as time passes by... i've added parallel dips and pull-ups into my program... those two, for me is the true measure of strength... you are practically lifting your own weight doing those exercises... when i am able to do it weighted, meaning i'm adding weights other than my body's, i'd be able to achieve that V-Shaped bod... i am getting there though thus the sex appeal... heeee.. heeee...

but get this, when i'm doing the barbell/dumbbell curl, my bicep's vein appears.. and my forearms, even at rest are starting to get vein-Y. and though my jeans are getting looser, my shirts are getting tighter around the chest, shoulders and arms.. i call that p-r-o-g-r-e-s-s, baby!


i wouldn't mind at all if i get even a quarter of Jay Cutler's bod... at any given day, man...



but having that "appeal" isn't really my goal when i went into serious training, but to get conditioned as my body was sending me signals it's going down hard and fast if i don't do some drastic changes. but the "appeal" factor was a great bonus to continue what i've started and further fuel my resolve to push 'til i reach my maximum strength potential.... wow, that was deep!

except for a few snags, like my right wrist's occasional aching (i'm a southpaw by the way) and my shoulders feeling the same, things are goin' smoothly... as i've learn to deal with the obstacles by working around them.. the plan for a week long rest would not materialize as the new techniques i employed, and yes, the unexpected accolade and adulation from friends and strangers was a huge, huge boost for my ego.

now, give me that iron!

wait, wait... my chest still hurts!!

or is it my breast?

i'm back.

no, not the usual funfare please...

i said i needed a break, ayt?

i have a new uniform... weeee!!!! picture this: that mall guard wearing all blue, that's exactly how they look! haa.. haa... unfunny, indeed.

i may have been "out" in the cyberworld for a while now but i was never away.. took a different direction though to further my "growth". well, we all need a little break from where we've been stuck to... it's refreshing to discover new things and to go back where you've been a tad more rejuvenated.. well, that is, for me.

yesterday's iron pumping session was the lowest if not the worst workout i've ever had. i still had some pains goin through my legs as i went pass 200lbs for my squat the other day.. whew! so much harder, huh?

it was tempting to relax yesterday with all the work in the office/field...also got my bike's sprocket replaced cos the chain's starting to roll over. that took an awful lot more of time to finish... oh, the downtime just stalled me for hours and made me feel sleepy.

so, when everything was done and ready, even my when legs were still hurting, went ahead to the gym... but.... felt really different warming up. shoot, something's not right, here. anyway, started out with the incline bench press... first few plates, good.... but after going 170lbs. the damn bar got way too heavy! shesh, i did 200lbs. of this one before... WTF?

tried again, with a spotter this time... that's it, i can't friggin lift it! i must have plateaued already.... hmmmmm.. sooo many reasons but i hope i can improve next time.

..... to be continued.

i've decided to make this blog for "friends" only..

i actually do have a problem about sharing things about my life, (no matter how mundane and frivolous they are). i'm naturally a very "keep your cards close to your heart kind of person". so alas.. sorry to all the lurkers out there.. hehehe.. and no, i'm not talking about you.. sheesh!

toodles! kit and caboodles! =)

***

some guy beat me to the pulp as to exactly what i want to say about this place i called my "secret-confession-blog" place!

Final Push

we'll have dinner later tonight... it's the culmination of the company's sports fest. it wasn't that much of a "sport" and "friendly" game though as we almost had a brawl with our sister company's basketball players for playing it rough and dirty. we won the game by the way... so, bbbbllleeeeeeeeee!!!!

hopefully, the dinner won't be like last year's when the food was scarce... no budget, eh?

***

am still feelin the pain of yesterday's shoulder and tricep workout. if there's any highlight of the week for all that pumping action, should be yesterdays... thanks to my bud, benjie for assisting me with the heavy ones... i guess he was a little scared as it is his first time to spot me in that position... whattaguy by the way!



he was in a beach, Portofino to be exact.. swimming.. when he passed by two ladies who just came off their boat to swim around... he just said to them, "hi girls!" and from thereon in they became instant friends.. not only that, the hot one was all over him the whole time... some lucky fella, huh?

morale of the story: it pays to be buff and workin' out



hehehe.... love that sandwich, girl..

back to the main topic. today, i'm hoping to get my groove up when i aim to bench a few poundages more than the last time i top it. it won't be easy but i've never done anything easy lately, so it won't be too much of a surprise....

and whew, the abs exercises... sigh.. they never get any easier and fun... i'll get them all done. promise.

someday, i hope i'd be as lucky as my idol and training partner, benjie. dude, your name is my late dad's namesake too!

BigBossy

ey man! dang, somebody found out about my blog!

that's not supposed to be.

that's why you wont find me advertising this anywhere.. from forums, friendster and the whole wide web... never.. nada... capish?

Top Secret, this is. really. hee hee

so, after the 3 day fabulous fever weekend, had to slowly crawl my way back to form.. tueday was tough as i had to deal with light-headed-ness.. the usual "play after work" i've been doin since april had been hitting the gym for hours... so, even with the "not-so-feeling-well" mood am still having, went in and eat some iron for dinner.

everything went well but lifted lighter loads this time... don't wanna pass out doin squats y'know...

now this was unexpected...

Keith Jardine winning over Chuck "The Iceman" Liddell

sick leave

i've got feeeeevvvveeeeeerrrr!!!

dang! had been parking for a while now. worst, i'm also suffering from LBM. just perfect.

haven't taken a bath since saturday... i stink!

had to call it sick for work today.

it must have been the weather or the LBM... whatever it is, i'm pretty much derailed of my plan to go super heavy-lifting this week. in fairness, i'm still feeling sore of last week's session.

today, with some help from the Almighty, i will take a bath and hopefully feel better...

meanwhile, my veins are starting to pop.. haha... i'm leaning out slow and sleek.. by the time it's december, i should be closer to my target.

some pictures...


the bare essentials


i just conquered this one... *applause*


the gym rats.. err, i mean gym buddy.. they help me with the heavy ones.. y'know, spot me

i went out last saturday. thought i should let my hair down sometimes. brought some hard drinks cos we just came from the mall and had a huge dinner... beer would just make my belly larger and my pocket slimmer.

everything went well as me and my amigo, lui, who rolled out the red carpet for "a long lost friend." did some catching up of whatever's happening to the rest of what used to be our posses... and yep, most of the gang do hang out in my amigo's bar which had been renamed to Baseo. apparently, the old and now defunct name Beach Roots had so many unsettled back taxes.. so, instead carrying the excess baggage, they opted to just dub it Baseo.. a spin-off to that new "whatever place is that i haven't been to."

cool... cool...

i saw yul, the teacher guy whose also into bands. he's been our regular before and he always brings with him his students... some guys.. some gals.. some became her girlfriends too! whattaguy.

unfortunately, as the night wore on, i started to struggle with my "other" self and before i knew it, i was there sitting with some lady and her friends. i only have chunks of memory since then.... i could not picture her face nor remember her name, but i remembered being touchy (which i think didn't went to the extremes or i would have been sporting a black eye now) and my amigo's famous last words, "you're on your own now, cio." whatever that means, i wanna know the story behind it but the thing is, can i handle it?

from there everything was downhill... practically, i black out til i arrived at the gates of our house... end of the story. not!

last monday i couldn't figure out what transpired there and i felt so bummed while working out... maybe in time i could ask my amigo what i've done there and did i conduct myself as a gentleman.. or have i screwed up again... gggrrrrrrrr!!!!!!

***

so, this week kicked off with me in the gym sweating it out for a friggin six hours... i'm goin crazy with this fitness thingy i dreamed of it at night.

as to what purpose? hhhmmmm.. i dunno. but i've been wastin time doing stupid things before... so, this time i'd probably get some results.. well, my pants are getting looser, for one. my shirts too! i'm better in sex.. hehehe.. more oxygen, baby... of course, i don't breath heavily now unlike before when just a few steps on the stairs i feel like i'm gonna have a massive cardiac arrest... shish, speaking of which, a member of our forum died a week ago for that... cardiac arrest on his birthday!

well, it's not for me to judge but it could have been his lifestyle, y'know. i wish he's in a better place now.

nice.

i just saw on top of my editor a "video" icon. well, that means (probably) we can now upload videos to blogger, eh? great!

long absence... y'know..

anyway, there's not much going on with me right now except that i'm training like manny pacquiao.. hehe... well, that's what i've been busying myself into, working out as in sweating out.. big time.

night life, zero. gimmicks, nil. feeling of boredom, in a scale of one to ten, ten being the highest, 7. well, that's life. you make choices and you make it happen. nothing will ever get you where you wanna be unless you start putting up... hmmmmm, but what about my mediocre job? why am i stuck with it? i thought about that too... it's nothing fancy but it's a win-win situation for all.. nothing to add further.. zit.. zat!

i like the thought that as time went by, i'm getting stronger. those dumbbells and plates that used to scare the crap out of me, i can now look at it man-to-man and lift it... as in i'm in the "big boys" rack now lifting the top weights in there with ease.... ok, ok i just can lift it these days. happy now?

in the meantime, i wanna thank the "masters," the "doubters," and the rest of the opinionated people in the gym... i've proven many of you wrong. how you like that, huh?

in the meantime, have to flee now for this story's starting to suck...

my back, aaaarrrrrgggghhhhhh!!!!!

this girl right here makes me feel like a pussy... HOT!


Kara Bohigian doin' Standing Military Press



yeah, could use the inspiration...

Happy Eighth Birthday!

Blogger!

if it weren't for you we wouldn't have this drama to read about..

seems my birthday's comin' in soon too... let's see when... shez! just a matter of hours, in fact!

well, i'm never the kind who makes a big fuss about birthdays and i'm not about to make one now. but i gotta thank the good Lord above for making me get this far and turning my life around for the better... i'm not a happy-go-lucky kindda guy no more and neither am i a the junkie i was once..

i've got a few people to thank for... for giving me stuffs i never asked but they were generous enough to send me some... and they're not even my well-off relatives! i dig the irony, though. thank you.

of course my sister who help me through and through... she made it happened for us all. she never ceases to look after me, my family, my long lost and mentally-challenged brother, my just married bro and her wife... dang, even my/our dogs she provides them their food! we are so blessed by you, sis!

i love you.

anyway, i love the 80's and this video... reminds me of my careless and carefree days...



cheers!

this video's hot but Uncle Kracker, the man singing this kewl song got busted for second-degree forcible sex offense. WTF? can't score no chic no more, dawg?



"Yeah Yeah Yeah" shit happens.

sweet

this blog is going down the drain... FAST!

this is gonna be the way it's gonna be... a few post here and there.. videos... ahh, i think i don't wanna blog no more... then again, i just might.. whatever it is, i'm trying to do something even more "productive" these days.. so, this ain't gonna be in my priority list. nonetheless, even it was, nobody gives a rats anyway!

seriously, i'm getting my acts together these days and i'm enjoying it. i hope you guyz can find something enjoyable as well and that it would make you a better YOU.

now, i must go and find my place in this world. adieus!

so many things to say... thoughts to spell out... so little time... or just too lazy.

but really, just tired here... banana, anyone?

umbrella

nice rip off!

finally took a leave. i was really getting burnout from all the work (and workout, if you may) lately. since it was Neil's birthday last Saturday, we went island hopping but not after wifey invited one too many of her "business partners" i don't know from adam. the downside of being away from my usual grind is that i tend to just go lazy it out.. and since i'm not having that "regular practice" of boozing anymore, i tend to easily go drunk and practically enter into some kindda "zone" where i do and speak of things strangely even i am amaze of how the hell did i do or say such stupid things... scares the shit out of me, hombre!

the island hopping went great, well, save for those i can still recall... the fish sanctuary was a nice stop and the place near Sta. Rosa was just as great... much like Richelle's ass.. wooppps, deym, saw her passing by thus the comparison.. but really, it was great... i'm just a little uncomfortable being surrounded by strangers, aren't we all? lesson 101 when island hopping: don't go with strangers cos it's a bummer!

when we arrived home i was ready to call it a day but what the crap, the alcohol gave me a huge cojones to invite some of them over our house... it was pretty stupid cos that means we have to continue hosting them and therefore we need to scram for more food and beers! just brilliant.

then i got a text from my fellow forumers... ahhh, i was sold out to the idea about not going to our EB (eyeball) as the day falls on "D-Day," but thanks to them, my friend, gpsman and sir AJ for teasing me that the babes had arrived... deym! even more, the beers were overflowing as well... deym! have to go and fix myself up quick and make a really good excuse to buzzz away from the "crowd". good thing i won in a raffle held a few weeks back.. an MI3 DVD and i have to claim it, otherwise it'll be forfeited and raffled off for the next draw...

"Houston, we have have a green light!"

oh, it was nice to meet them all. eye candies, indeed. i was pretty much loaded but i managed to stand straight... after a few hand shakes, beers and some chit-chat, my cellphone rang and sounded, "WARNING, IT'S THE WIFE!!! IT'S THE WIFE!!!"

"well, the visitors are waiting, go home, dickhead!" my wife's text went something like that.. joke!

so, bade goodbye to all.. wish i could stay a wee bit longer but y'know, whoever says life is fair should be shot in the head or stoned in the streets cos it ain't!

i ended up drinking s'more beers and singing my heart out thanks to Magic sing... had a boring foursome videoke with wifey and friends... woke up the next morning with a sore throat and a harsh voice... whew! talk about fun, ey?

anyway, i probably had a few embarrassing moments during the day but i always believe one can get away with it or is excused if he's under the influence.. unless you start being violent, of course.

i'll have to think a million times about getting drunk again... cos as i recall, i'm not so cool when i'm drunk and it ain't been funny, lately.

but i bet Paris Hilton had more of that shiteous display of stupidity when drunk...



creep signing out.

haha!!! i missed laughing out loud... so here... enjoy!



I promise to have a more thorough post in the next few days.. fingers crossed!

love 'em!

in honor of...

Ford!

check this out:


Ford Mustang Chase - More free videos are here

not really bored but just tired... so here, lemme share a video of Marion Raven, formerly of M2M's... the transformation... from cuteness... to rock... to whatever!

just check it out...

What i got

i'm so naive... didn't know Bradley Nowell, the vocalist, died many years ago (1996)...

but i love this song...

wakokokokoko!!!!

hehe.. hello there!

this morning, i got the best compliment for the day thanks to those motorcycles who sprayed me with wet dirt.. why? well, i have to take me shirt-jack off and wear only my undershirt.. as it turns out, my muscles were pretty obvious.. my officemates were saying, "wow! nice bod you got there!" and a few couldn't help but squeeze my arms... "geeez, it's hard as rock!"

well, well... what can i say, spending hours and hours in the gym after the work is done should have some results, right? not to mention the "starvation sessions" i have to endure.. practically killing myself to get to where i am now... thank you.. thank you.. thank you..

***

meanwhile, nothing much to update about... well, there is actually but my memory still needs a lot of improvement... so, time to bid adieu so soon..

best regards and have a great weekend..

PS

this one, i can't wait to watch... tomorrow, somebody's gonna get whop..



UFC 73: Tito Ortiz, Rashad Evans Talk Tough

sexy nelly

Let's Rock!

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.

chao!

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."

i ask the same question too...

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...

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.....

done.

wrote a lot of stuff i couldn't freakin' finish... someday, i will compile them all and it'll be the biggest smorgasboard post i'd ever have.

i'm staying up late cos i'm moving music from my PC to my walkman phone. we'll travel to Bogo, that's somewhere north for our team building cum summer-not-held-on-summer outing... (correction: copying. to the anti-piracy watchdogs all over the world: this one's for my own consumption... promise.)

i'm ready to hit the log.. my shoulder, the right, hurts. my wrists doesn't hurt anymore but my shoulders acting up lately. the good thing though, i can lift really heavy weights now.... sorry, i'm not making any sense tonight and neither am drunk... just sleepy baby... just sleepy.

here's a lullaby for you guys and gals... sleep tight...

many years ago... i listen to this song cos i love it....

but today, i'm asking this question... and wonder.... where's my place in this world?

hehe... remembering the days..

Dear Kuya...

what the heck, love this song... the video? um... never mind?

the quck and the fox

man, i've been pumping iron for months now and i thought as time progress my muscles would essentially get used to them. well, it hasn't. i guess it's because i always pushed myself a tad more each sessions. i'm, uh, gym fanatic these days.

it hasn't been easy. i make sure of that. i'd spend hours and hours of making sure my stay there is "worthwhile." i can honestly say i sweat profusely more than anyone else. since i'm doing this all for myself, i have to keep myself motivated by whatever crosses my mind. another big motivation i've been getting lately is the fact that people, as in many people, took notice of the "changes." and if people say otherwise, that's just as motivating as well.

a friend of mine who works out in a plush gym uptown gave me a glimpse of what and how his gym looks like... a wide array of cardio machines like the treadmill, stationary bike and the likes.. all made by Nautilus.. oh yeah, everything there is made of Nautilus.. fantastic, huh? then there's the sauna bath.. and the very affordable 5G's per annum fee. that's roughly 400++ per month.

"but wait, that's not all!" hehe.. famous punchline from a home shopping network TV ad.. yeah, he mentioned a lot more of positive things in there.. he's probably swaying me over, but still and all, i'd stick to my rustic gym.. where people scram for equipments to use, where humidity these days is close to hell, where smelly shits from whomever and whatever abounds, where nobody tells you how to do things properly, where everyone seems to think they have thee body to die for after just a few sessions, where dirt, germs, handles, benches and equipment go hand-in-hand harmoniously, where a lot of assholes lurk around and are quick to "dethrone" you of your "station," if you leave it for a milliseconds.. ahhhhhh, i can go on forever... but what the hell, i love it anyway!

so, it's not totally pretty in there but i've met a few friends and getting that much needed inspiration - to beat everyone out! haha... yeah, haha... watch me... !;)

***

hhhaaaaaaa... that was actually a sigh there.. our water system at home had been troublesome lately. worst, the guys we contracted to fix it did a crap job. first, it work for a day then stopped.. so we didn't have water for days.. good thing our preggy househelp had the initiative to fetch us some water from a nearby watering hole.. the guys went back to fix the "back job" but not after charging us some more for additional parts and materials. they had it fixed (again) but today, right now, what comes out of the faucet and the shower is some murky and rusty water. i'd love to buy a baseball bat and whack those guys up for one helluva messy job they did.

so, i've been bathing myself up with those unhygienic H2O the last couple of days.. just great!

***

exactly a week ago, my friend, dexter invited me over his house. i know it's his birthday on the 13th all right but it was just the 10th yet. i thought he just wanted to have a few beers.. so i said, "YES" halfheartedly when he told me days ago when we bump into each other at LTO.. if you've been to Pluto which isn't a planet no more (if my memory serves me right) these days, then you didn't know i "semi-retired" to drinking beer and whatnot. therefore, unless it's your grand birthday or tomorrow's the end of the world and i have to enjoy life before leaping to the other side, i don't feel the need to drown myself with "wine and women" no more..

when the day came, he texted to confirm if i was coming. i said, "i'll try very hard to attend.. cio" of which he probably took it as a "not sure" answer. he replied, "it's my birthday cio, it's just you, me and louie. brought some beers. bring your ass down here!" or something to that effect. and so, i GO!

as it turned out, it was his farewell party cos he's living for the US. great! what a surprise, really. he's really like that - full of surprises!

as the party wore on and as more beers went empty, i got a bit gutsy. so, to give me some sort of closure about that incident months ago between me and lui, i finally spill out some harsh comments about what he did. it would have been easier if he simply said, "sorry, my fault" and i could have easily "forgive and forget" about the whole thing, but we all have our bad days and excuses. so, to make this short, he finally said the magic word, "sorry." now, if people would have been like that, you know, taking responsibility for your actions, admitting your fault and apologize if you've run over some ego's, then life would have been easier.. dontchathink? well, whatever.

we never really had a row.. there's just some sort of gap but case closed and we moved on.

and by the way, dexter has a friend who knows how to do a David Blaine street magic. we were all awed by it. fantastic.. fabulous.. great.. mind boggling.. awesome... ooohhhh.. aahhhh

minutes past 11pm, bade them goodbye, wish my good friend, dex, well and and gave him a hug... he'll be gone for quite a long time...

***

now, i'm hungry and ready to hit the gym.. what a mix-up, eh? really, it's time to zit my mouth up.

anyway, let the pain begin.

PS

excuse the spellings, grammar and punctuations... was in such a hurry to get this piece done and over with.. many, many apologies.

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Below are two birds...

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See if you can spot which of the two is the female.

It can be done!

Even by one with limited bird watching skills...

dela hoya and mayweather.. hooohummm...

good thing, bautista and aj banal were able to win their respective fights. no knockouts though.

that's why i'll always appreciate watching pacman fight.. thee most exciting fighter in the planet today. Chuck Liddell and Quinton ‘Rampage’ Jackson UFC fight? bring it on!

this one's far better and should be more exciting than anything else.

forget about laker, mavs or miami... they are all history now. let the young guns rule!

what's her name?

i'm one of her huge big admirer... since it was a relaxing day today.. found some time to look her up on the net.. which i did and finally found the person behind the voice.. and just as what i expected her to be, she looked exactly how i pictured her... whooohooow! lovely indeed.

anyway, she's just as bubbly, articulate and deep as she is on radio. boy, i love reading her candid post and "don't give a damn" attitude to whomever bumps into her site... be it her friends or some poseurs.. she's just as lively and vivid.

and her friends.. oh her friends.. i'd love to be in those circles.. talk about those big bands out there in Manila.. who doesn't wanna be?

i dunno how she looks now.. as in today.. presently.. but i bet she's still hot and sexy...

well, my day is now complete.

exactly what i felt!

i bet BORING is the right word.

i rest my case.

***

was ranting above.. mind it, not.

feels good to be hurtin' y'know, physically. after all that exercise to get a bod like spartans, it's best to feel the pain/s later.

my beer-pal, dexter came over to the office earlier. me and this guy, we go a long way back. we drink beer like juice... downing one after another.. whew! those were the days.. i missed the days we spent hours arguing over nothing.. i'm usually the instigator of our "battle" cos i refuse to agree with everything we talk about..

having been fueled by alcohol, we usually end up speaking foreign languages.. usually that english twang with a twist of slur.. hehe

so, during our short chat, he mentioned about drinking tonight and "bringing back the glory days.." further, he offered to smoke our lungs out, to which i politely decline. he said, "when did you quit, yesterday?" then laughing obnoxiously. yeah, yeah... you guys don't believe me, huh? that was well, as usual and predictable.



shit, you guys do what you wanna do with your lives but i'm sticking my guns out. i'm getting older for that kindda crap.. shut-up, back-off and leave me alone, will yah?

it's friday night. i have a standing offer. my friend's bar is open and i'm sure i'll have a sure seat in there.. not to mention, a VIP treatment.

unfortunately, both mind and body says NO!

i'll go ZZzzzzz early tonight and smilin'.

goodbye aida, lorna and fe

my neck's got some kindda allergy.. wonder where i got this. a few days ago it was itchy, now it's giving me some sulky feeling... let me remember the ways...

the damn beddings of our "love nest" must've been the penetrator! err, i mean, perpetrator...i can only count with my one hand the times it's been replace with a new one.. like yesterday!

or it could be the water.. since our water is pump all the way from down under, it could have suck some unwelcome entities along the way.

shit, could be my shirt/s. seems our house help had been slacking lately since she's decided to "stay-out" of the household. worst, she's two months preggy. oh, what am i supposed to expect from her staying at her boyfriend's house, pray the rosary? and so, that explains the nauseating smell emanating from my clothings.. her lackadaisical drive to deliver effective and efficient service. tsk tsk tsk....

or it could also be from the gym... you know, the rust from those bars, the sweat from all the people who've used the benches, handles and plates... they've dried out there and formed a very potent germs or bacteria... that must've been the CULPRIT!

ahhhh, i can only wonder.

meanwhile, went out last saturday night purposely to pay my debt to a friend. since the other week i was at my other friend's bar, Beach Roots, got drunk and forgot to pay my bills, i decided to go back and "clean up my acts."

we had a few rounds and as usual, i got drunk again.. went to some sleazy bar (me only cos i was trippin')... y'know, the whole nine yards.. boy, did i have fun? hmmmmmm... a bit but i felt a few regrets after. as i drove back home, i got really, really sleepy driving the motorcycle. you know, the breeze during the wee hours of the morning.. the chill... i was there driving super drunk and wasted... i almost got into an ACCIDENT!

the next day or hours later, woke up famish and ate everything on sight. a week of hard labor and pain to shape-up... all went down to nil. GREAT!

so now, i'm not going out unless it's really a special occasion. make no mistake about it, i still enjoy the feeling of being inebriated and getting that "high" feeling, but life's got new meaning for me now... i see things differently and better. i don't think i will waste my time for that purpose anymore unless i have to. i can't even find the time to paint our room and the other rooms in our house, or rip my music CD's back to my PC (which i missed listening a lot), or fix the arrangement of my brother's room (which is where i usually hang around), or go to the rooftop where the white lady roams around, etc. etc. etc.... yet i still have time for a good freaking time?!?

nah, i've had my days with all that nightlife and fun. i'm happy for my friends who're happy with their lives... but i guess, this definitely is the curtain call for me... time to bade nightlife goodbye.... i love you... but i won't miss you... mwah!

unless of course, this babes lure me back....

tagay ta bay!

wow!

took me forever to write again. hey!

i've got few thing to take care of... sorry all.

so, what's up with me? i'm great! i've been shaping up my lifestyle. it's hard doing these things when nothing seems to inspire me... but i have to find a way to rekindle some lost flame... this time, for the right reason. i can't possibly think of anyone to inspire me right now except to look forward to days being in the beach or spending some weekend bar-hopping.... looking fit and buff.. hehe

not too long ago when i can't resist anything alcoholic that's being offered to me. practically gulp them down as they come my way. and the smoke? oh, the smoke... simply irresistible, baby! i dream of smoking one every now and then... when i'm with friends who can't stop smoking their lungs out, i'm tempted to jump in and do some puffing... today and now, i haven't lit one.

since i managed to survive this long without that darn poison-weed and practically cutting down my booze consumption to almost none, i thought i can also do other things and be able to sustain it... so, yeah, i went and entered uncharted waters to test myself and to prove to everyone whose been very critical about my "change of scenery" mode including wifey, my manager (whose also my smoke buddy for years now), officemates, beer friends and everyone who can't accept the fact that people do change for the better and some do make a difference.

well today, i've been able to sustain it boys and girls and i will continue with my resolve no matter how painful, difficult and tiring it may seem.

case close. next.

***

meanwhile, we've had more EBs (Eyeball) in the past and more still coming up but i guess everyone gets burned out once in a while. i probably need to switch my time spent there back here again.. i dunno.. you know me, i keep changing my mind all the time.

***

wifey's grandma died a week ago and as usual, all that "ceremonies" and "rituals" are again practiced with feelings. i feel for people who have gone to the other side but let's save our energy, time and money for all that hullabaloo and whatnot to better things... i dunno what but i think we can find one.. given the resources...

if and when i die (knock on wood!), i don't want to burden anyone to go through all that stuff... i would rather have me cremated as soon as i'm not breathing anymore. weird.

***

work sucks right now with all that shit our HR's making us do in the morning.. so many times are wasted for all that BS. my job right now always gets me in to the "hot seat.." the pressure i'm getting practically from everyone these days ain't funny at all. i'm afraid i could snap one day and just go to the mountains and be a hermit.

***

as always, the good Lord has kept me together from all this "spices" in life and i can still managed to enjoy whatever good that comes my way... still and all, whatever cross you and i's way, appreciate and learn, dude...

ciao!

got a little tired of blogging lately. been doing other interesting stuffs. sorry, no beers or night outs. just wholesome, clean fun. weekends are supposed to be my "beer day" but i haven't had the urge to buy me one or go out to the sprouting bars in Cebu. i think they are all over the place now. got invited by my beer bud, lui and dex last night but i was in la-la land already.. too late, dudes.

besides, i'm too tired and exhausted even by just turning this PC on and play NBA live. guess this is a sign of old age, huh? just when my PC's really nice and cool, that's when i couldn't find the time to tinker with it... pity.

worst, i couldn't get my thoughts together for this post... damn, too many things to do, too little time... i'll just compensate my shortcomings with this picture using my sis' cam... nobody said you should like it...

my sis' dawg, POWDER... it's 2:30am and i'm still surfing... i hope i can write something tomorrow about B-E-A-C-H

'til then, out for now...