a new challenge on the horizon...

ola!

dang this new system of ours.. keeps rebooting.. freezes all of a sudden.. shuts down on its own.. friggin challenging, tell you that!

some websites are either blocked or the settings had been altered.. mine's speaker had been "circumcised" so now i won't hear nothing.. you gotta love how they do it here, eh?

no nightlife so far.. i wanted to hang out but i guess i'm gonna have to wait for my buddy to arrive.. the workouts had been stellar.. so stellar and eye-catching that i'm 99% of the time wiped out when i'm done!

anyway, felt like a "freak" in there lately.. some guys just can't stop staring when i'm doin' my lifts.. they've been taught the primitive ways thus they're stuck with the same weight since their last gain.. what's the problem, hommie, can't add a few pounds no more??

plateaud forever??



but comparing my lifts to the guys at bodybuilding forums and you'll see how puny they're actually are... if this beach boys just try to do some reading and research and not rely on what had been taught by those skinny "instructors" who'd been "lifting" all their life, yet never added and inch of size to their frame.. that alone should give them a rough idea they're being taught some guileful ways on the get-go.

i rest my case.

Rey had been an ass lately.. he is obviously insecured. just saw him stared intently at me while i went down to squat 290lbs yesterday. i could have gone to 300 or more but i stop there cos i felt a little tired from the other day's session.. why he's being in ass, you ask? he's been teasing me.. y'know, take me out of my game.. that i should join a contest since i've been lifting hard... and what's the point to all of that.. blah.. blah.. blah.. he's been the one accused by an old fart gym-member to be on roids and he's turning the table on me as i, apparently am catching on him, strength-wise... y'know, calling me around, in jest of course, "roids!" and that's what i call him too, by the way.. returnin' some favor..

some people would actually believe that shit considering my lifts look "extraordinary" to ordinary mortals.. they'd probably think "you can't lift that heavy if you're ain't on something..."

right.

WRONG!

of course you can, moron. do away with those chicken-shit curls and kickbacks and do some serious compound exercises --- first!

not the other way around.



Rey's calves looked like that of a supermodel.. ha ha!

it's been like that since i first saw him, yet this "bodybuilder" had been lifting for years.. he usually works his calves first.. hard and heavy all the time, homs.

and i'm wondering why he can't grow it.. his upper body is pretty huge yet his calves/legs looked like the knees of a horse.. seriously, man.




unfortunately, he hasn't change his routine, thus, no matter how heavy he puts them to, they ain't growin one bit.

of course, i can't go and teach old dogs new tricks now, can i? especially in his case. not when we're in a "i'm the veteran here and you're just a noob" situation. and oh, the pride, mate.. you should consider that.. so, i let him be.. but i know he'll be watching me eat more iron than him.. but that won't be for long.. it's the perfect time to move out!

good thing, i tried another gym a few days ago.. they've got heavier dumbbells, plenty of cable equipments, safer machines, better pullup bar, easy on the shoulder parallel dip, sauna, shower room (i won't stink anymore.. haha!) and a whole lot of amenities.. boy, looking forward to having a ball there..

i don't hold an ounce of grudge on Rey.. in fact, i'm happy i've known him.. he still taught me a few tricks.. but when i got really close to his size and strength, he got shaken.. i mean, "whoa! i thought i'm the strongest here? the guru.. the respected?" then i came along.. i don't mind that if it happens to me.. i mean, someone out there will always be better than you.. more hungry.. more focus..

someday...

it's a fact.. a reality.. accept it.. embrace it.. it's a vicious cycle - you and i have no control over..

deal.

now, i'm hungry.. for food, that is!

Shift

i wanna sleep!!

waaaaahhhh!!!!

tired and overtrained from yesterday's session/s.




i went to "test drive" the gym my officemate, Tina, is a member of.

NICE!

it's like apples and lemons if you compare it to my current gym. the place has a very nice ambience, the people, lets just say they smell better.. haha! and the equipments? whoa!! i love it there, mate.. superb, to say the least.

i guess i have outgrown my current gym.. pretty much done everything there.. swept all the dumbbells (from the lightest to the heaviest), racked up most plates in most machines.. got all the raves from vets to noobs (y'know, the ooohhhss and the aahhhhsss, the unusual starings etc.), gained respect (yep, it's nice to have one in there especially if you work and bust your ass hard) shet, it's getting less challenging, to be honest.

thus, now i feel i need to bring my "A" game somewhere else where it'd be more challenging, things will be like "new" again, loads of techniques to learn and lotsa girls waiting, err, i mean, new equipments to de-virginized.. haha!

i got about three weeks to decide.. after my gym due, i'd take a week break to rest and deload.. think things over..

though it's a little pricey, it's worth every penny..

but nothing's final yet 'til the fat lady farts.. lol!

***

my buddy, Boyet, is coming over from NJ. i remembered the last time we had "fun," we morning the night away!

tell you what, i can only count with my two hands the number of real friends i have.. i probably have hundreds of "friends..." and they all come and go.. it's not the number, homs, it's the quality of friends.. those who'd stand by you no matter what.. who'll never desert you whether you're up or down..

that, to me, matters more than anything else.

so, to all my friends out there, reel or real, i am your friend forever.. no matter what...

i think i'm gonna cry now..

I Still Think About You

love this...

subliminal message

uncool.

yay! i'm trying to decrypt the body language of some people around... uhm, me?

it's tough, dude.

you should try it sometimes...

i did have trouble hitting the log with all that thought going through my cranked out brain.. shet, i don't need this thang, mate!

nope, gotta think otherwise now..

***

i'm trying to finish that post i'm supposed to be having days ago, but unfortunately, this new system of ours, just won't let me.. not to mention, privacy issues are hounding me... feels like i've got eyes all over.. can't think straight these days, momma... i think it's time to vanish from blogsphere and move somewhere else... i dunno... i dunno...

better zit it.

i don't care.

yeah, lemme repeat that.. i don't care.

feels good not to give a rats on someone you thought you'd care about.. you feel me?

but geez.. i dunno.. i'm not that bad..

i try to be...

whatever.

here's a song..

for me!!!



***

this week's rundown...

monday was a hard one.. damn, when did i choose the easy road, eh?

i always try to finish these bodypart routines in a day - chest, shoulders, upper-back, triceps... then i have to break it all down to mini exercises.. i know, i know.. you don't get the picture.. quit figuring it out already!

remember, ignorance is bliss.

tuesday was worst. though not in flying colors, i made it through.

wednesday - OFF.

thursday's grind was a tad easier.. or NOT. rey was there to provide me with his usual off-tangent teasing.. anyway, he just shut-up when i stop reacting..

friday, i had to deviate from my usual routine.. damn, somebody beat me to the squat rack.. well, there's always the equally brutal deadlift.. off i went.. then squat later.. not too cool arrangement for me.. i felt tired and stiff when i got to the heavy part..

***

in between those days, i managed to go out with friends.. took a day's leave and pretty much rest my ass..

as i've mentioned before, i don't like going out on weekdays.. not when i'm soooo tired and ready to crawl on my way home.. but off i went.. i gotta..

anyway, long story short, we ended up in this bar.. i didn't wanna go there.. promise.

not only was i wearing my dorky uniform and my faded shirt, i had a sweatful early on and i probably didn't smell anywhere near 'good.' ok, i stink! happy now?

and this buddy of mine, of all the days we go out, he just felt the need to "table" some girls.. now, it's just both of us there but he took three ladies.. damn!

i'm not being a 'killjoy' but i just didn't have "it." y'know, the "mojo" to mix it up with 'em.. catch my drift?

he ordered more beers like he just won in the lottery!

damn, i'm so stressed out thinking of the bills we're gonna pay later.. 'til the alcohol kicked in.. i felt relax and was ready to play dirty... muhahahaha!!!

anyway, we did pay more than i expected (we originally planned to just drink two beers and flee) and things did went nasty as the night wore on...

it was fun alright but i ended up goin' home early... early in the morning!

to think i wasn't in my best that night... oohhhh.. the what if's....

and did i mentioned he paid all the bills?

the dude must've won the lottery, yeah?


***

by the way, my officemate Tina is aiming for this bod right here..



good luck!

Love Love Love

lets just rock it...



cos i still got no time to write anything... too tied up, homs...

wanna wait in vain?

love this song.... sooooo much!

HONEYMOON SUITE's What Does It Take,ladies and gents....



got some reely juicy stories for y'all.. but that would have to wait 'til later, bucko... ciao!

Happy Birthday Neil!

the rundown

yesterday was "Annihilation Day." i pretty much did got annihilated in the gym... but it's all worth it. why? i'll tell you later, alligator.

my buddy Earl texted my earlier last night.. we'd go hang around somewhere. good thing wifey went to Bohol to attend to her uncle's wake.. yes, another one bites dust. another acquaintance also died last week.. suicide. apparently he's been having trouble with his work and personal stuff.. he's been putting a brave front all this time only to take his life away -- by hanging!

good luck for both you, err, i mean, bless your souls.

shifting back, i had a standing invites from the Sales crew that we'd go videoke or just have a beer or something after our Award's night. it was planned days ago, but when my buddy texted, without a doubt, i went with my "crew" and ditch what could have been a "fun" nightout with the rest of my colleagues.. yeah, ladies and gents, homs.

anyway, t'was a nice getaway.. we went bar hopping and enjoyed the last bar we set our foot on.. so much dancing.. lotsa sexy bods.. gyrating all over the place.. hot ladies all over our corner... just a nice a place to party.

finally, we ended up in a place where you wouldn't wanna know what happened.. ha ha!

got home around 4am... no regrets though.. i definitely could use the breather.

well, they had "fun" last night, i was told.. just dunno which one was more fun.. your guess is as good as mine, babe.

weekend, here i come!

tina tina tina!!!

must've been hard for her. Tina, my officemate. she's been called FAT a number of times.. not funny being called like that.. i should know.. good thing about being BIG these days is that i don't have a bulging stomach. my "meat" is well and evenly distributed all over.

her dilemma, she's having trouble working out and her supposed partner has been slacking this early... like she's gotten off the gym for days now. worst, her gym, a super hyped-up center that boasts of great equipments and amenities wouldn't give her a simple program to follow... of course, they'll do if she forks out three more grand on top of her monthly due, otherwise, she's on her own.. how cunning, ey?

this early, her struggle with her partner, the what-to-do program, her constant cravings and her choices of food, her need to be pushed to do her thang, and loads of shit coming her way spells T-R-O-U-B-L-E.

in fact, it could lead to failure if she can't keep it all together.

personally, i would like her to succeed.. really.

she'd be their poster girl come what may.

fingers crossed.

Love Remains the Same

perfect.. it was just a perfect workout.

needless to say, things are getting obvious around "the kitchen" and it's time to sorta tone down the fitness talky-walky.

anyhoo, this is nothing to do with my end... i went to this gym somewhere north cos i had a delivery to make.. an instructor ordered something and i gotta get my butt out there...

surprise, surprise!!

saw a lot of guys doing dumbbell/barbell curls.. some wearing lifting belts which they don't really need.. well, i just know.. i get to wear mine when i'm almost at the top of my set/s.. in case my core muscles will have trouble holding on to whatever's making me lose balance.. and that's when i'm in the super heavy part.. around eighty percent of my top set, to be precise.

it's no wonder guys like Rey, me and and a few handful of people get stared at cos we're, ahem, a rare breed..

peace!


***

love this song but i'm betting my next month's salary this ain't the official video.. well, they say it looks fine just as well.. so there ya go.. enjoy!

get over.. regrets..

get over it.

move on.

life's short.

this is message is for you. you reading this? good.

yeah, some people can't just get over themselves.. why don't cha forget the past and while you're at it, erase whatever traces of anything between you two?

sounds easy, ey?

it is.

you just have to do it... otherwise, you are on denial trying to say one thing yet thinking another.. uhm.. like getting into each other's arm again? live happily ever? do i have to jolt you off your seat to wake up already?!?

whatever.

now, i have this pesky texter who keeps on texting me the whole day.. sometimes we'd end up talking about sex. he/she confessed to have over 200 "friends" or shall we call text-mates.. damn, that should qualify him/her to a Guiness World Record, yeah?

him/her cos i'm not too sure if he's/she's a she or otherwise.. haven't heard his/her voice though i tried calling... am not too excited either to know or see him/her.. damn, i'm getting tired with this! lets just pretend the person is a female, aight?

anyway, i'm not the jealous kind, but i'm not too keen on sharing when it comes to the opposite sex.. unlike RAJ whose all too willing to share everyone he bedded, i don't.

i want to be exclusive... me alone. if you're "fishing" for a guy/date and text message everyone else to sorta "ride" with your trip, consider me.. NOT.

if i'm gonna risk it, it'd better be worth the trip, otherwise, i won't budge.

been there, done that.

it hurt like hell and i won't fall for it EVER again.

when it comes to "those" things, i don't look forward for anything.. i just let 'em fall into its right places... my Dad loves this song, "Que Sera, Sera..."

i like the thought, but no, not so much the song..


***

i just got to 340 pounds with my deadlift. nice.. nice..

i haven't been breaking my personal records (PRs) since i got back, but i've been working on other things.. and it's not the end of the year yet.



the gym instructor had been calling me "Hulk Hogan" not because i look anywhere close to HH but for the brute strength i've been showing around.. can't stop the strange stares from other gym-goers though, but what can i do, this is how i roll when i'm workin' out?!?

deal with it.

and then on Friday we'll be having our Award's Night. the food's in-charge needed volunteers.. one of my officemate prodded me to go for it cos i now look like a "bouncer!" damn, can i take that as a compliment?

geez, this bulking phase better be over soon... i guess it's also good to look forward to something better in the future.. keeps me goin' and motivated.

later.

Hayley Williams

i just love her!



nice rockin' voice too...

quickies

hai!

the routine is getting tougher everyday.. one English guy approached me and asked why i'm being an ass and do all that heavy lifting.. well, something to that effect, and he further queried whether i even thought about getting some sorta definition instead of doing all that powerlifting when apparently there ain't no powerlifting competition around the corner.. i replied by whopping his ass!!

not.

i politely replied that well, this is a personal quest for me, chump. would you be competing if you wanna have six pack? i bet not. how about a huge chest or a define shoulders? how about a massive quads? nope, right? we all have our goals and i happen to set mine on stone early this year - hit the 300 pound mark on bench, squat and deadlift.. where have you been surfing the net all this time, English man?

but seriously, what i've been lifting are waaayyyy too puny compared to the guys i've met in some forums.. they'd bench what i could squat.. how's that?

when i'm done with this phase i'm gonna switch gears and do the most ambitious phase i'll ever be... cutting down.. while at it i'm gonna go for that sex, err, i mean, six pack... we'll see what happens...

***

meanwhile, i have some more stories to tell but i gotta go now.. maybe later.

Spike 'Em

booohhhhhoooo!!!

to our new system... CRAP!

it's very slow. imagine many users accessing one CPU/Server and you have a crawling station.. so they use this system to save up on software licenses... brilliant! however, it's been marred with bugs since they've installed it.. our IT personnel is close to cracking up since they just went ahead replacing the old system without informing users and mapping out everything.. a lot of us had been complaining and boy, you can smell the tension they're feeling.. as i've said, i don't like this CRAP.. in fact, i would very much rather have those good ol' budget PC (read: surplus) than this sophisticated-looking but downright disappointing duds..




oh yeah, we still can't do shit cos our friggin server upstairs hasn't been turned on and nobody knows the password... you feel me now?

enough with the rants.. i just might throw this off the window.

**

it used to be that i hit the gym six days a week.. then i thought, heck i'm too "over-trained" with this routine so i cut it to five.. then, i woke up one day on the wrong side of the bed and figured maybe i just make it a two-day split.. so monday i'd go lower then tuesday i'd go upper.. then on wednesday i'd rest.. repeat again on thursday and friday.. in other words, i'm down to a four-day a week workout.

nice, huh?

then came my coffee-laden supplement. there's no way in the world i'd guzzle it later of the day or i'd be having panic/anxiety attacks at night.. so i ended up hitting the gym early.. but since i won't have all the time in the world to finish my punishing routine in the morning session, i ended up splitting it. now i need to come back for more pain later in the day.. thus, if you do the math, i ended up hitting the gym exactly eight times a week!

what the??!

hey, that's just the way i like it... makes my life more exciting..

everything should go back to "normal" next month.

i'm still looking for that 300 pounds bench... i've been fortunate to learn from the best (thanks to internet) but i have to do the grind on my own..

i'm delighted i can now bench using the bar. the shoulder pain seem to subside and i also learn a few techniques that pretty much help deal with the pain and improved my form..

i gotta say i get a "whoa!" look whenever i do my sets.. it's not everyday (at least in my gym) that they see somebody like me.. you know, going beyond what average fitness buff usually do in the gym.. i liked it a lot that people respect me.. you wouldn't wanna mess with a friggin' strong guy, would ya?

that also applies outside the gym.. since i have HOT wife and i don't mind people staring at her when she's at her best (mighty proud of it, tell you that), but they know when to draw the line.. you don't wanna mess with a lady whose got a muscular partner, do ya?

and it goes the same when we're outside having some boys nightout.. happened recently actually. while we were having a grand time in some bar and a "pack of sheeps" were there trying to score a bunch of lady just across our table.. they all got a "talk to the hand" gesture from the girls but when we introduce ourselves, we got lucky. they'd "table" us in fact. later, some of those sheep tried in vain to sorta steal the femmes from us, but when they saw the "wolves," they just scram.. me and my body, we just look very fierce and intimidating.. ha ha!

joke.

anyway, i wouldn't think of it that way.. no matter how muscular or nicely build you are, some guys are just way too aggressive you wouldn't know if they're concealing weapon somewhere.. one shot and you're dead.. this gain, it'll never spoil me.. i earned everything i did in the gym the hard way... gotta keep myself grounded.. ALL THE TIME.

by the way, if you've noticed how disorganize this post from the get go, it is because i'm writing this at the mercy of my lovely officemate, Lorraine. she's not here yet so i'm taking advantage of her PC... she's not yet into that CRAP nComputing just yet.

geez, i better start jotting down my thoughts, cos if this is the way the "future" goes, i should be able to post in a huff.

now, i wish it's two-weeks later already so i don't have to squeeze my way into the movie house and watch Heath on his final performance...

my new PC sucks!!!

it's friggin slow.. it's using a hub instead of a CPU (NComputing system).. the mouse jumps all over.. i can't open my files.. internet sucks as well.. i can't disable some system configuration cos it is now solely controlled by our IT peeps.. meaning, i'm screwed if i surf around cos they can now CLEARLY see my station.. the best!

lemme greet them "HI!" cos i'm betting i'm being watched right at this moment.

on the plus side, my screen is now LCD, fancy keyboard, optical mouse and i can now listen to something cos speakers are built-in..

i wouldn't trade my old school 386 PC for any of these, though.

i'm still working my ass around it and i'm seriously thinking of 'enabling' my home's internet connection again cos i just hate this new whatchamacallit system we're having right now.. sucks!!! sucks!!! sucks!!!

IT peeps yo reading this??!!??

and did i mentioned we're using IE instead of the cool Firefox browser? no more spell-chekcer.. damm'it! see, i just mispelled a word and i wouldn't know if i mispilled it... waaaaaaa!!!!!!!!

later with that boring workout log...



meanwhile...

the grind

the mind is willing.. but the body is weak..

then again, mind over matter, baby!

though i struggled the whole time in the gym yesterday, felt good enough early on to pull it through.. and came back for more!

there's been a surge of gym membership lately. pretty crowded yesterday so i gotta improvise, otherwise, i'd have a mediocre session... gotta be quick and alert with the equipments, if you know what i mean.

well, out of say, 20 newbies, i bet only a handful would persevere and press on to a few more months.. they'd probably just quit like anyone before. basically, i can only count with my fingers and toes the number of people who had become familiar faces.. the rest just come and go.

going back, yeah it was all mind over matter yesterday... after a shot of the NO-Shotgun supplement and warming up for a few minutes, it was all business.

as time went by, my energy peak just in time and tapered down as i neared the end of the session... that's when i felt a huge weariness.. i guess hitting the chest, back, shoulders and abs all at the same time when you had a drinking spree the night before was a little too much a grind..

i grind ahead and went even further... working the delts and triceps in the succeeding session.. whoa there!

i promise myself to be back in my usual routine as soon as i finish the darn tub of supplement i'm taking.. halfway there now, thank you.

i gotta keep my training up.. i'll be fighting Pacquiao soon... in the video game!

he he!



oh, by the way, i meant the grind.. NOT..

sleep deprivation

tired.

Earl drop by the house last night and whaddaya expect.. we got drunk.

hit the log around 1am and have to wake up at six...

thus, i'm a walking zombie today.

hhmmmm.. i guess some have worst experience than me.. like their sleep's a lot shorter.

whatever.

later.

impromptu, as usual.

i can't believe i opened Blogger and don't know what the heck am i gonna say.

when i'm out or doing something else, i usually have a slight idea what to yak about in here.. sadly, nothing 'out there' seem to inspire me.

what? what? what?

Happy weekend?

Happy Independence Day?

ssshhhhhhh... i'm tinkering..

ok. lemme bore you.

i've been reading a lot tips about training.. (here we go again!)

well, i'd usually spend an average of two or more hours in the gym. now comes this tip from world renowned strength/powerlifting coach, Christian Thibaudeau.

i'll save you the trouble today, check his WEBSITE



so he mentioned "Keep Your Training Sessions Under 60 Minutes..." that spells trouble for me, cos one hour isn't just enough.. it's friggin' tough to get my ass off the gym to begin with!

anyhoo, i just might do that.

maybe that's one reason why my recovery had been real slow.. let alone weariness boils over to another day.. like today!

and NO, no more training and gym talk on Saturdays puhhlezzzz!!!

***

i just listened to this song yesterday and i pretty much scoured the net and YouTube digging and searching...

finally, FOUND IT!

now listen...



soooo cool the guitar works in the intro, ey?

it's no wonder why i had trouble searching it cos it's titled Dizz Knee Land

wily.

definition

back into the groove..

can't really talk much about workouts... it's getting tiring "logging" everything here.

one thing i can tell you though, i'm getting there... my goal..

kinda crazy when i look at myself in the mirror... i am BIG!

not FAT BIG... MUSCLED baby.. not freakish BIG, though..

***

another invites down the drain...

i ain't hanging out on weekdays, got that?!?

yeah, this one is a real good deal.. free dinner and drinks.. on the house baby!

but NO, thanks.

RAJ and the rest of the sales crew are going courtesy of some bank who kissed their asses... you know, kinda bribe them to corner those juicy financing deal instead of the competition.. that's the way this folks roll.

reality check.

speaking of RAJ, this dude actually relishes being notorious.. he likes it a lot if he's being called a Playboy or a Man-Whore... in fact, he'd smile ear-to-ear if you call him a Fucker.. it's like every pussy, err, i mean, whore, ooppps, bitch, nah, fuck body... ok, ok.. girl or a lady he bedded is a "trophy" or another "stripe" on his chest.. this dude is one major slut!

every time we hangout, he always tells me he's "arranged" some girls who'd join us later.. and he is pretty much true to his word. it's just that being married and all, it kinda makes me feel awkward... did i mentioned he's married too?

oh well.

so much for that sonofabitch!

more craps later....

Welcome to RAJ's World

whow!!

i seriously need a massage.

gotta loosen up.. my muscles right now are sooo strung tight. i like that my forearms are showing some veins.. i like being vascular. i used to like having calloused palms since i've always have them soft, but now i want those darn callous to go away!

they hurt when i do pulling exercises... especially deadlifts.

i dunno.. would the girls be turned off holding my hands?

hhhmmmmm... just wondering... some like 'em soft.. some dig HARD!

**

so, the new "program" seem to work just fine, eh?

too bad it's too darn tiring...

we'll see.. uhm, i'll see..


**

*cough* *cough*

ok, so we went out last Saturday.. though i had planned ahead of the day to do things solo, RAJ had another plan. he approached me later that day and told me we'd go have a little "good time."

i've mentioned this dude here before, so for a little background, do some digging, aight?

anyway, i was expecting some "clean fun" cos we were heading to a videoke joint just a few meters away from our office.

with him was our former sales consultant, lets call her Jill and another girl, a petite but yummy and i don't know her name.. bad memory had been haunting me for years... so sorry.

Ms. Petite. that's what we'll call her, shall we?

a new guy, Ronnie, joined in.

well, what do ya do in a videoke joint? that's right, sing and drink.. damn, i haven't have one drink yet but i already had enough "thickness" to start singing... hhhmmm.. must've been the Testosterone level... the meter should read "High," otherwise i'd be too damned shy to even hold the microphone (mic).

i guess i'm just itching to chill and relax after a grueling week in the gym.

had a few songs.. RAJ would pass the mic to me, Ronnie or Jill on certain occasion and vice versa.. gulped down more Red Horse beer.. a few hours later RAJ and Ms. Petite girl were already showing signs of PDA (public display of affection). geez, i'm jealous..




on the other side of the table, Ronnie who's a "greenhorn" when it comes to drinking, started to loosen up.. too loose for comfort at that.. since him and Jill were seat mates, he started doing his "patented" whisperin' move to flirt his way under her panties.. damn, why didn't i think that move can get you somewhere? soooo naive of me..

so if you've been painting a picture in your brain, that's exactly what happened. they were having a ball while i was there trying to play coy... and a "gunner." the guy who takes care of pouring out the drinks and passing it on to everyone.. clockwise.. that's a gunner, hombre!

anyway, a few necking and petting later, RAJ and Ms. Petite suddenly vanished... i think they were gone for a good 30 minutes... makes us wonder.

later he arrived but without Ms. Petite...

i think his knees were still wobbling a bit.. damn, the dog just FFFBlleeeepp! Ms. Petite inside his car!

whoa there man..

he sat beside me grinning... then he whispered "Idol, here's the key if you wanna go next."

HHHWWwwwhhaaTTt???!!!

what the hell?

i said "No Way!"

so we continued with our singing and drinking trip like nothing happened 'til he whispered to me again... "That Jill over there, i just FFFBlleeeepp her last week.."

man, man....

what did i just got myself into?

am i gonna be in an orgy later?

anyhoo, Ronnie had a grand time flirting with Jill while me and RAJ continued singing..

"you know those bitches, they are just for intro, we'd have more girls here around 10 or 11" the dawg again whispered... "don't get too drunk.." he added.

around 11pm we hit the road.. i was sitting at the back with Ms. Petite.. boy, she's looking used and tired while RAJ, Ronnie and Jill were at the front seat... Ronnie was still at it and things got more intense between him and Jill... use your imagination, amigo!

being a "good boy," i never took advantage of Ms. Petite even though i could've easily do.

FFFBlleeeepping boy scout!

then all of a sudden, she just rose from her sleep and lied next to my lap.. shoot!! temptation, bubba..

now, i want SEX... ha ha!

tipsy but not "over the limits," i still was able to think reasonably clear.

"i did not have sexual relations with that woman.. but i wanted to.." you recall that line from an HBO series, yeah (i think..)??

she just had one "quickie" with RAJ, remember?

besides, i don't bring rubbers around.. read my lips GOT NO PLAN SCREWING AROUND. comprender?

lest you forget, i am weak when it comes to that part - SEX and candy.

RAJ even mentioned that "you guys should check-in and have a good time."

"NO." i'm pretty sure i can live another day without getting into somebody's pants... well, i guess.

i dunno about you but this guy is really something... he is one BADA$$ EFFFer!

later, we drove through a massage parlor that does "extra service."

i thought hard about it... i decline in the end.

the dude wanted to go and gimmick some more... i said "NO."

what the hell.. i've been saying lotsa "NO" lately.. it wouldn't hurt if say "NO" s'more, eh?

you've got "NO" problem me sayin' "NO" again, right?

i know, i know...

there's plentiful part here i left to your imagination cos my fingers are starting to bleed.. LOL

yeah, i'll just update this story later... right now, i gotta GO.






and before i forget... Hi to my colleagues who're reading this Blog.

now, keep this to yourself and get back to work already, huh!

wakokokokoko!!!

wastin' time.. when i think about it...

tomorrow, i should be able to tell ya that "Welcome to RAJ World" episode..

as you very well know, i'm almost "toasted" by the time i'm here writing some post for the day thingy...

but since wednesday is a semi rest day, i might have some energy to spill the bean.

you really wanna read this one.. it's one helluva action time.. and, my "finest hours."

Buzzin' out.

all apologies

zapped!

all my energy today: down the drain.. to oblivion!

i'm still doin' that sheeett program i had last week.. can't complain though.

i gotta do this and test my limits... where and what part will i burn out???

unless there's "no more everest to conquer," i doubt it very much if i'd even think about quitting..

that should keep my spirits up, homs.


***

i failed to meet up with my uncle yesterday.. tsk.. tsk.. i bet he's pissed with me.. he has been inviting me before and i often fail him.. so sorry, Tito.. i'll find a way to make it up to you.. it's just that last saturday, RAJ, my officemate invited me to some R&R, and though i wasn't that drunk that night, i just felt a little tired to get up early the next day.. i should've just stick to the plan: get a massage, go home, sip some brandy and hit the log.

anyway, that RAJ episode is best told exclusively in another post..

it's good Pacquiao won it yesterday via knockout.. i was beginning to get bored watching his fight goin' to the distance.. some say Diaz was an easy opponent.. well, whatever.. if Manny didn't knock him out, i bet the "boxing guru's" would've said he's losing his "touch." now that he knocked his opponent down, they're sayin' otherwise.. you guys just don't know how to appreciate..

just.

I Love You Sabado

hhaaaaaaaaa....

i love saturdays... i always look forward to saturdays..

it is the day of the week when we can strut our favorite jeans and shoes.. never mind the upper clothing as it's all uniform..

it's also a "relax" day for most people in the office... me included.

no field work.. no sunbathing..

no gym!

and i can sit back and relax after office hours.. maybe get that much needed massage (again) to recharge...

have a few sips of brandy while sitting down..feet up.. on the couch, baby!

or go out with friends and have a few beers...

i'm basking the day.. that is saturday.

cheers!





tomorrow, it'll be...








hope to see it live on PPV.. got a standing invites from my uncle.. FREE!

GO Philippines!!! GO Pacquiao!!!

can you smell me?

sheeeettt!!!

that's how i feel right now.. sheeeettt.

after this week, i'd revert back to the old routine.. maybe not.. i dunno. i'm still feeling myself out. maybe.. just maybe.. i might be able to adapt to this new routine.. but i have to say it's a killer.

i'm a candidate for over-training.. a bona fide and certified gym-rat!

and the bummer, i'm not even doing this for aesthetics.. it's just a routine i do to maximize the effects of the supplement/s i've been popping since i went back from a 10-day hiatus.

of course, i'm also applying the many techniques i've since dig, thanks to internet.

i should be taking steroids... i've been busting my ass, my joints, tendons and skin.. i'm getting calloused hands and yet my gain ain't comparable to those drugged lifters...

nah..

this whole bodybuilding thingy is too darn expensive and yet the rewards ain't that much.. better enjoy the ride..

rather than whine..

i think it's gonna rain in a few seconds.. i better flee NOW!

fight club style

off day today.. gotta.

just.

hitting the gym twice in a day finally took its toll on me.. yesterday i just felt totally weary.. like i could literally fall off!

the plan was to hit it hard and fast in the morning.. i needed to flush out the main ingredient of the supplement i'm taking (which is caffeine) by the time the day is done or i'd be having a hard time taking a snooze..

thus the morning workout.

later in the day, i'd hit it again and do some "beach workout".. man, do i have to explain the meaning of this for the nth time? man-up, do some google search, will ya?

what i've been trying now is do some drop sets... lift the heaviest, then immediately after, hit the lower poundages and go on.. 'til i'm too tired or my muscles couldn't take anything anymore.. already, i can feel some muscle gains all over.

the trade off: this is twice harder and tiring.

well, i'll try to keep this up 'til i gain significant results.. or i'd collapse due to exhaustion..

i wouldn't really prefer the latter...


***

i've finally gotten rid of my burdensome in-laws..

thanks to his drunken-bad-behavior and yelling at me like he owns me and my house.. this time, i whop his ass real damn good.. like bloods were oozin' down his face.. he took a good shot at me.. he hit me pretty good. i got nailed at the back of my head and body.. but once when i got hold of him, the wimp couldn't throw no shit no more.

though he was drunk, making noises, challenging me to a fight and all, his mother still came to his rescue.. months ago she suffered a mild stroke because of this mother-fucker and yet she still came to defend him.. all this asshole do in the house is sleep all day, sell some things to buy his poison and just do the darnest thing when inebriated.. i thought i taught him a lesson weeks before that incident happened but i guess i was wrong.. maybe because i didn't really hit him hard.. now, i bet he got the massage.. cos this time, i brought the dagger home..

he still manages to reasoned out after we separated.. that nobody's perfect.. yadi.. yada.. tell it to the marines, schmuck!

beaten and bruised, he manages to blurt out, "i've had it! i got it!"

next day, he went home, but not after stealing my son's piggy bank.. her "loving" and consenting mother followed him later.. forgive me for being frank, but you two are perfect for each other!

since he lived with us many months ago, i've really stretch my patience (and i bet i've got more of it now) for him.. tryin' to understand why he's being a drunkard and a jerk.. he may have "issues" before, and they (the wifey, mother, Neil) kept convincing me to just "let it go" cos:


"he's drunk, it's not worth it"

"he takes care of the dogs and opens the gate for you.. for us"

"we could use another guy around here"

"he's not like that when he's sober"



well, i'm done being patient and nice to him.. fuck him!

i bloodied his face pretty good.. there were blood splatters all over the wall where we tackled each other.. definitely not mine. the only injury i got was a minor cut on my left knuckle and some gash on my back.. superficial, i'd say.

it's not easy to go fight on a bare knuckle fist-fight everyday.. it's pain, man.. PAIN!

one more thing... i'd rather live with my dogs than my in-laws.. got that??!

you!! off my planet already!!!!!

shoooooo!!!! shoooooo!!!!

oh yeah, this is the story i've been meaning to spill.

and there ya have it!

my way

sigh.

more dead coming up.. no thanks, Frank!

the typhoon that hit the country days ago claimed a lot of lives... not only in many regions but more are feared dead with that sunken ship of Perwisyo, err, i mean Sulpicio Lines.. why oh why did they set sail in the midst of the storm??

i dunno.. if it was me there, though i know how to swim (and i swim well) i'd probably be dead just the same.. stories i gathered from the news and everywhere suggests that the ship capsized in a matter of seconds.. and if you're caught beneath it, you'd be lucky to wiggle yourself out of the water considering how deep and how steep you have to work on your way up... tsk.. tsk..

here's hoping for the best.. i hope to see more survivors in the days to come.. and for the dead, may you Rest In Peace..

***

i'm setting myself to failure in the gym these days... just earlier, i felt sooooo tired i must've been over-fatigue... the last few days, i've been training twice in a day.. sssshhhhhhh... this is just between us, aight?

more on this story later... gotta get my beauty sleep NOW!

Jun U.

if there's anything in this life i'd wish to the good Lord above....



is that my son will bury me.. not the other way around.

i'm about to explain why i said that.

two Sundays ago while me and my son, Neil were strolling down at SM Mall, i bump into one of my gym mate, Jun, his wife and son.

Jun, as he would often see me workin' out always finds me wearing baggy shirt.. y'know, those XL's or XXL's.. those shirt were sent to me courtesy of my bro abroad.. since he's been slim for years now, all those huge run-me-down clothings he used to have, i inherited them.. thanks bro!

though it's pretty loose for me to wear them, i'd wear it anyway instead of throwing them away... thus, guys in the gym like Jun would not be able to notice the muscles i've since grown..

besides, i don't really feel the need to brag.. i don't need to wear tank tops to show off.. i'm just not the type.

anyway, when i met him two Sundays ago, he was blown away when he saw me wearing a body-fitting tee shirt.. he was like sayin' WHOA!! there..

guess he was surprise to see my physique lookin' fierce in that shirt..

because of his reaction, i failed to even have a good look at her partner and kiddo.. seconds later, we just went our separate ways..

then earlier today, a gym mate told me a tragic story.. Jun's only son had died yesterday due to dengue fever..

WTF??!!

i'm speechless.

i'm just as devastated as i put myself in his shoes.. we both have "an only child" and he has to bury his... man...

so sad.

i don't even want to picture Jun's face right now... this guy, though we're not super close, but the image i have on him is always his radiant face.. y'know, he's never the kind who'd look angry..

honestly, i don't wanna go to his son's wake.. though it's just a few meters away from our office.. sigh.. but i have to... i got to...

remember that Denzel Washington's John Q. movie when he said "I'm not going to bury my son...my son is going to bury me!"

that's the feeling, mate.

so, you guys and gals out there, go give your kid/s, parents, relatives, friends, etc. a tight hug tonight, cos no matter how health-conscious or fitness buff you and i are, we'll never know when our time is up here on earth.. and it may be the last time we'll ever see them again.. like what happened to a dear friend of mine, Jun..

condolence, buddy.

Lurking In HiberNation

wooohhh!!!

had too much fun last night.. but not to the point of regrets..

my buddy arrived yesterday.. gotta keep this as hazy as possible.. don't wanna mess around other people's lives here..

anyhoo, went to this bar somewhere uptown.. it wasn't that fun but hey, it was something worth remembering... aaaahhhhhh... time to SHUT UP!

har har !!


***

earlier today, i went to this gym in Baseline.. nice equipment they have right there.. they have a wide array of dumbbells.. from the smallest to over a hundred pounders.. been looking for a better gym and so far, it's lookin' like theirs is on top of my "wish list."

i might just try it there sometimes..

currently, my workout's doin' great.. the new "program" had begun.. i'll probably be on it for a month or two then shift gears again.. probably.. we'll see...

not really tired today cos i slept more than i need to, but i had one too many beer..

i better...

betamax

whatta day!!!

i'd rather listen to this..

new song that reminisces the past..



gotta love the dudes from Sandwich... and they include the Bisayan word (local dialect) "Padayon..." meaning "Go on.."

well, i love Raimund Marasigan's former band, Eraserhead..

there.

progressive loading

eeeyyyy!!!

current mood: happy!



should be. my strength increase had been phenomenal lately... it's almost surreal.

what can i say... could be the rest, the self-help readings, supplements or a whole lot of things... whatever it is, i'm extremely pleased.

my wrists had been very cooperative.. i've been hoisting and curling stuff in a fly, homey..

i just need to train smart.. gotta keep this progress UP.. still workin' around my right shoulder, though.

mood swinging...

lat'a!

change is the only reality

i'm supposed to write something about that li'l incident last saturday night.. but since i wanted to introduce this post with something that would grab your attention..

gotta postpone it indefinitely...

i'm waaaayyyy too tired to even think right now..

maybe tomorrow.. next week.. next month...


or maybe not.

either way, take care y'all and God bless for now.


mwah!!

masseuse: i like

i love massage.. if i have all the money in the world i'd get a massage like all the time!

unfortunately, i don't. even more, it's quite expensive and, we're in the midst of a world crisis, so it is such a luxury to get one these days.. what people spend these days are for the bare essentials.. necessities.. what they can stuffed into their mouths.. cleanse their everyday clothing.. education.

but since it was payday last Saturday, thought i could have one.. it's been a month, lad.. i really, really badly need one.

thus, after work i went straight to this wholesome massage center.. can't wait. i'm so excited..

went in and choose to have a swedish massage.. like being oiled and all.. sooo soothing, homs.. then a guy came with a wide pail with water on it.. he helped me take my shoes off.. wash the dirt off my feet.

nice... nice..

however i sensed something wrong right from the get go.. dang, the dude washin' my feet will be the one's who'll massage me.. eeeewww!!!

so i immediately asked for Melba.. she was the last girl who took care of me.. yeah, i want a masseuse, dam'it!!!

just.

"aahhhh, he wants a masseuse."

yeah. good. quick thinker. liked that.

after a few minutes, a lady came out.. "over here, sir."

"oh, ok."

"here?" i queried as she led me to a small room..

"ok. this is the one sir."

"great!"

"i'll just get my stuff, sir. be right back."

from this point, i knew i have to take everything off except my undies.. a boxer short, in case you're interested.

laid faced-down.

minutes later she arrived.

nope i didn't look at her face.. i went there with the sole intention of getting a soothing and therapeutic massage.. not mess around, get kinky and all.. nothin' like that, mate.

anyhow, she said "you want hard, sir?"




"lets try that first..." i replied.

"that sir?"

"great! i like that.. lets have that instead.." told her.

started with the calf.. thigh.. foot..


ooohhhhhh, i love that part when she pulled down my boxer short and started squeezin' my ass.. felt a li'l sexual there, actually.. kinda give me a bit of hard-on.. dude, unless i'm some kinda alien that don't have tail in between my legs i'd probably feel nothing.. so deal with the hard-on, aight?

suddenly she started a conversation..

she asks how that girl "Melba" looked like.. i dunno but last time i check she was kinda "on the heavy side.." y'know, fat.

no biggy with me though.. i came to get a good massage.. no hanky-panky, mommie!

then she went on to say that the uniform she was wearing was that of Melba.. she quit a month ago cos she's giving birth.. darn, that's why she looked "heavy" last time around, eh?!

furthermore, she asks whether they both have the same build... and i said "nope. you're on the sexy side," in jest..

then it was time to flip cos she was done workin' my back..

still, i didn't stared nor had a good look at her since it was pretty dark in there.

i kept my eyes close, to be honest.

then i felt something weird while she was working my shins all the way to my quad.. i had a "good" feeling my foot was resting in between her vajayjay.. she was rubbing my shins all the way to my quad and yet my foot was directly in between her buttocks and vajayjay.. i must have done something good from my previous life, eh?

i dunno but i've been massaged one too many to know this ain't the usual way of doing it.. it's just, uhm, good!

ha ha!!

then she went to my other foot and the same thing happened. shesh, is this for real?

"junior" is wrecking havoc underneath my undies now..

long story short, it's almost "crunch time" now.. she was working my head (not that head, maníaco) and my neck this time.. i said "be careful. there's a flesh wound somewhere on my neck.." and she said, "what is it sir, a hickie?" "ahhh, no. just some flesh wound..." i said.

i dunno about you, but everything she did and said to me had strong sexual undertone..

when i went down to pay my dues, she was there waiting at the reception area.. they usually do that for the tip.. finally, i was able to get a good look at her and guess what?

she's one hot, beautiful lady, hommie!!

shoot!

i gotta get away from temptation.. i can't go back there anytime soon!

no, can't DO!




went home grinning ear-to-ear.














then later that night.. a bummer happened.

but that's for the next episode.... burnout and tired here.

vignette

guess what?

guess what??






it happened again.


more on this later..

matter of factly

remember a portion of THIS POST when i said something like hurtin' your shoulder even while asleep?

well, it turned out there is such a thing.. i experienced it first hand many months ago and i tell ya it happened to me and it can happen to anyone... dude, it's friggin painful!!

without further ado, here's what other peeps in the forum have to say:

"So I woke up this morning and I feel like someone's been hitting my shoulder with a hammer all night. It's really focused near the top of the delt, but sinks in deeper too.

Moving it doesn't make it hurt any more or any less, so I'm assuming it's not a rotator issue. Moving it in circles, lifting it straight ahead of me, or just sitting here it hurts all the same. Any ideas on what it could be? It's really irritating."

"In the last three months I've managed to sprain my ankle and tear a tendon/ligament in my sleep. A shoulder injury seems possible to me."

"If you sleep with your arms under your pillow/under your weight, that can screw with your shoulder.

You should never sleep with your arms above your shoulders.. a good general rule, otherwise too much stress can be placed on the rotator cuffs."

"I suppose you could get injured, I think it would be more of an issue of sleeping in a bad position, and maybe getting that area to cold at night. You end up with a really stiff muscle/joint/tendon whatever.

I dont see how people can tear muscles or ligaments in their sleep..."

"I woke up once with a seriously nasty knot under my left scapula. It took three days of rest and a chiropractor visit to get that arm moving properly again."

"Happens to me all the time. As kayveeay said, sleeping with your arms above your shoulder will do this. Even though I know this and try to fall asleep in a good position, I always wake up with my arms above my shoulders/under my pillow. I don't know what to do, honestly... My shoulder probs are hindering my bench."


anyway, thanks to Dave Tate's website i was able to dig some useful information about the proper way to execute a bench press.. you guys out there ROCK!

time to learn and unlearn.. yet again.

Wha' A Git

something about this song i just like.. or it could've been the MTV..

dang! can't put a finger on it..

whateva!



you catch what she said in the intro?

Ang Sarap Dito

this kept playin' over and over my head.. better share the darn feeling..

osteoporosis

ouch!!!

just when i thought..

just when i thought!!!!

everything was going smoothly 'til earlier when i went down to do bench presses.. my right shoulder's pain is BACK... hu hu hu!!!

nope.. no way i'm gonna "rest" again for this.. i'll work around it.

BIG sigh.

i think it's time to quit this chest routine..

uhm, no, i take that back... just the bench press cos with the dumbbells, it worked fine.

gotta devise a new plan.. i can't eeeFFn' overload the shoulders in successive days or something has to give.. the law of physics my friend..

actually, i have no idea what i just said above.. ha ha!

but as i've said before, the shoulders are the most delicate part.. and it ain't just me who had to roll with this crap.. it's just fortunate that i can still do other things.. others can't even masturbate!

man, that's hard when you're having a hard on!!

boink!

seriously, it's not really painful, but i know it's there.. i just hope a two-day rest is enough to eased it up.. wish all these trial and error would amount to something.

the one thing i really like about working out now as compared to my younger days, is that now i get a better result. before, even with all the curl variation (read:bicep exercises) i still can't grow my friggin' biceps, somehow.

and that's the only muscle i concern myself about.. male machismo in the works, baby!

it's one sshhhhh--crewed up exercise.. found out about it just recently.

no wonder...

fast forward today.

grew a few inches of muscles everywhere.. i'm pretty proud of my shoulders (no wonder i injured my right.. again!) as they are pretty erect, if you know what i mean... because of the muscles i've built around my frame, my posture improved.. i barely slouch when standing or sitting.. it's not intentional, mind you.. the muscles around your back, chest, lats and abs are definitely a big help if you want to correct your posture...

saw an old woman once, and bhoy, i can only pity her.. i'm not saying this in a funny way, but it is as if she's vowing her head to everyone while walking around.. this picture should describe it best:



anyway, strength training can help you with that problem and would in fact improve your over-all appearance..

nuff with the pep talk..

and yeah, i'm bored too.

arm lock

well, hope i didn't toast myself up today.. t'was pretty intense but i trained smart.. haha! i wish!

the downside? i forgot my "magic potion!"

i prepared it last night, but since me and Neil were hurrying up for school, i forgot to check everything before heaving off.. sham!

anyway, there's still tomorrow.. there'll be a thorough check before we step outside the house.. that's a promise.

my buddy, Earl, came by the house again last night.. gotta help the dude with his job application.. he's running low on budget.. geez, the dude had been jobless for almost six months.

tough luck.

***

oh lorraine.. if i can only help you..

she's got some sad sorry to tell.. her lolo (grandpa) is being an ass to her.. i believed her story.. she's one person whose always smiling even though her personal life is in chaos..

can't really talk much about her life story.. i'll keep 'em to my chest.. but, i can relate in soooo many ways.

my in-laws (mother and brother) both live in our house NOW.

both are a pain, quite frankly.

a recent incident, my bro-in-law, who had one too many was pestering our visitors last Sunday while we were all having fun.. he drink. we drink. he got drunk and so were we.

he screwed around. we didn't.

so, after the visitors left i let it all hang loose.. and i meant it.. i liked it.. no regrets..

i kicked his ass big time!!

damn, i have to hold myself back a little.. wifey and Neil are both "in the line of fire" and they kept telling and yelling me to STOP!!

if i didn't i might've hurt any or both of them.

i hope i taught him a lesson there cos next time he puts me in that embarrassing situation again, it'll be sooo much nastier... it's not a promise, homs, it's a done DEAL.

he's been able to wiggle himself out when i'm about to whop his ass cos her sister (wifey), momma (in-law) and even Neil always come to his rescue.. well, not all the time you can get away from me, yo shit-head!!!!

SCUMBAG!!!

ok, i'm chill.. i'm relax..

i'm born nice.. it'll take a lot of throbbing and turning my buttons to ignite my fuse.. but when i'm there and at that state where i'm not gonna hold back anything, you better get out of the way.. no kidding.

i understand now why i train soooo hard in the gym.. to beat the asses of those mothafuckers who roam around messing other people's lives.. they better not come around my corner... damn, lotsa threats here, huh?

changin' channel...

trained my upper and lower back today.. then i alternate 'em with some shoulder routine as well.

i was about to torch my back with the seated rows but i back down.. can't be sore tomorrow cos it's still a hard work waiting.

my triceps and biceps still sored a bit but fuck it, can't wait for them to feel "good." i've rested them yesterday already so there's no stopping me hittin' the gym earlier.

tonight i'm gonna drink Love Potion Number Nine to ease up.. want some?

peace.

wiped out!

shoot, my biceps are still hurtin' 'til today.. darn over-trained it again..

in short, it's wiped out!

yeah, i'm a victim of wipe outs.. like all the time!

i get wiped out from drinking outside hanging out with friends.. somehow when i have one too many, i end up wanting more.. damn, huh?

i don't know when and how to STOP, homs... such a schmuck, eh?

same goes in the gym...

i just went back and geeezz, i thought i was doin' a nice real slow pace, yet i ended up wiped out.. again!

fortunately, today would just be abs day... i can't swerve this time.. no way never i'm gonna work on other things..

pwamis!!

moan mode

hhhmmmmm... i'm feelin' a little sore today.. originally, the plan was to chill and just work the abs.. i deviated.

well, since i didn't work my triceps yesterday, i instead had abs and triceps workout today.. i found a new routine and i'm pretty positive something new will sore again tomorrow.. my shoulders were surprisingly well but i gotta warm 'em up real slow and keep my form near pristine or it'll haunt me again soooo soon..

i also found out my strength had increase while doing decline close-grip bench press.. when before i'd struggle to raise the bar from the bottom position, now, i managed to up the bar on my own.. as usual, everything had to be dealt with on a day-to-day basis cos anything could happen.. be at the gym or while at rest.. especially while sleeping!!

what i found out reading the web about training injury is that the shoulders are the first to go.. as in almost always, people ask how they could deal with the injury or work around them, thus, it's no surprise that when you train hard and heavy, you gotta "feel" your shoulders all the time.. if your joints startin' to get creaky, STOP!





hittin' the road now... i'm tired!!!!

OOH RAH!!!

καπανεδάκια

i wish this was me...




whoa!

howdy?!

as projected, went back to the gym yesterday.. everything went well, yeah, but uhm, my friggin' numbers are down... whilst i made it to 300 pound squat weeks before, now i can only muster roughly 234 pounds... not so bad, i hope.. my barbell (BB) curls were down by 20 pounds as well.. i only did some bench presses using dumbbells (DB) and i was able to reach the top most of the DB's stack.. no problem.. shoulders and wrists were workin' fine but my quads sored a bit with just a mere bodyweight warm up.. still and all, i was able to UP the weight just enough to get through my work set..

the supplement i took, NO-Shotgun, did gave me a good pump.. shoot, my biceps were all tight-up as i went about a tri-set routine.. but darn, the "energy boost" courtesy of Redline's inclusion to its content gave me a weird kick.. had to drink lotsa water to flush 'em out of my system cos dude, something's not right, here.

maybe i'll get use to it someday.. make it soon!

anyhoo, i use the DB's for my chest and shoulders routine as i get a good workout off of them without messing my shoulder cuff.. i tend to hurt 'em when i use BB's (dunno why) and, since i just got back into the groove, it's best to build my strength first around equipments that would help me get "there" and skip those that'll hurt distress-prone areas ..

ten days was a long layoff from the gym for me.. my hommies missed me a lot.. hee-hee!!

incidentally during the ten days off, i had a lot friends coming in our house that i ended up drinking lotsa beer and brandy.. got no excuses now as i'm easily found.. unlike before i took off, i'm barely visible.. well, no regrets there.. gotta keep that part, y'know being socially visible and active once in awhile...

i'll be training smarter in this phase of my training.. i'll have adequate rest and i'll infuse a good amount of cardio.. bought me a stationary bike last year and i haven't use it that much.. now, it'll be rolling again.

first day of school today and this will be a routine for me and my kiddo, Neil.. we'll be together monday to friday as it is my "duty" to bring him to school in the morning.. it'll be our bonding time.

traffic wasn't so bad yet but i expect the worst as the days come by.. our area is the most problematic as it easily congests during peak hours... too many cars, too little road, eh?

crackin' out.

there, i drop the "Yamashita" bomb.

muuuu---hahahahaha!!!

yeah, she tried in earnest to compose herself.. whattagurl, eh?!

"grace under pressure..."

i like that.. she should've use that trait on other things.. good things... those that would improve her lot without stepping on other's toes.

but we'll see.. i hope she keeps it up cos man, i'm not a dumb "but i can pretend" as mah late "idol" Kurt Cobain would have it..

some people..

**

last night i had trouble sleeping.. i kept thinking.. and it is as if it's monday already..yay!! i'm soooo itchin', man.. the program that i'm about to employ, the supplements i'm about to try.. this is goin' to be a new whole ballgame, hombre.. i'm gonna take a "before" and "after" pictures (not that i'm posting one here) and see the difference..

good thing it'll be holiday on monday too cos then i can really go prepared.. i'm not one who predicts a good outcome but lemme give my conservative forecast: i'll be waxing HOT!

my veins will pop out and there'd definitely be pumps somewhere... hhmmmm... i'm gonna dream on it tonight.

***

More "Idols"

another "Idol" who just passed away, Rudy "Daboy" Fernandez. i love this guy.. i love almost all his movies.. i like that him being a "hero," he often dies at the very end of his movie.. i like that his punches are awkward and that he usually portrays that kinda everyday people character.. i can relate to most of his character, tell ya that.

it's a sorry thing that he died so soon (55), but on the other hand, i would like to think that finally his sufferings are over, and for that, i'm relieved.

geeez, we all die one day.. it's just a matter of when and how.. i'd like it if i die, it'll be quick and that people wouldn't mourn for me.. i don't want the whole nine yards of being interned for many days, people doing all that crazy and repetitive prayer rituals.. hey, it's not like it can help me go to a "better place" if you catch my drift... and please, skip the "holy mass" thingy as i am not a Catholic..

Christian. that's what i am.

ok, this ain't about me but my "idol."

so, Sayonara, "Idol!"

zit.

Rudy "Daboy" Fernandez

Rest In Peace.. "Idol."

two-trick poney

nice...

nice.....

nice.......

nice!!!!

NOT!

i dunno about you but pretending and lying straight-faced is pretty darn hard for me.. i totally suck in that department.

well, she can and bhoy, she's a "pro," mate... gotta give it to her.

lying is tough even though i lie.. definitely, it's something i haven't mastered yet.. no plans either.

i hope one day i don't have to lie anymore.. telling the truth is much easier, i bet.

for those liars out there who can do it like a "pro...."

two thumbs...


















DOWN!!!!

to you.

take my word for it.. STOP screwing around!


***

anyway, seems like i've gotten more than what i bargained for this break.. i discovered how things work around here.. it's pretty lame.. i'm pretty lame to learn "these" things just now..

work had been easy.. not used to it. i'm usually scramming to get things done so i'd have more time to get myself back together to enter my "fortress," focused.. this week had been really laid back.. i probably spent just a tad of my overall energy doin' things.. sucks really.. as in really!

just so you know, i'm not writing this craps around here to impress anyone.. this is a mere outlet of whatever inner thoughts i have that's just raring to burst.. it's soothing, alright.. in fact, i do get some "kick" reading the stupid posts i had before.. kinda help me discover myself cos seriously, that question up there saying and asking "don't know much about me, do you?" is for real.

i have to admit i haven't discovered myself yet... meaning, i haven't "arrived" yet.

so, i don't expect you to understand or grasp anything i'm saying here as most of the things i say here are, well, subliminal... gotta read between the lines, hommie.

i'm not expecting super-duper intelligence from either of us.. but, better be smart, momma.

yadi.. yada..

shutting...


UP.

i'm a li'l pissed. it's a little blatant, disrespectful and "in-your-face" the things that had been happening around me.. kinda makes one think "is this really happening?" "are you for real?"

it's the greed, mate.

some people just can't handle it..

some people need to get jolted hard to know that there's a simple rule of nature that exist in this world.. you want me to spell it out for you?

nah, i bet you figured it out already.

hoooo.. huuummmm...

that part of me's life right now just sucks to the bone..

anyhoo, my gym mate, benjie had been text-ing me earlier asking me where my butt-ass had been hanging out lately cos he can't find me in the gym.. dang, this dude's like a bogeyman.. he appears and disappears in the gym just like that.. some spooky dude, huh?

but... i'm extremely happy he's come around again.. that means if we'd be able to train together (and that's a big "if") i can maximize my sessions as he can spot me during heavy lifts or at max outs..

hope he shows up on monday..

this is for know.. later, homs!

love this song... so beachY, eh?

Jason Mraz - I'm Yours (acoustic)
Uploaded by romuxzooh

the music video is just as cool.

Juan de la Cruz

some señora had the gall to "operate" behind my back... booohooo!

been here long enough, lady... there ain't no way you can beat me on my own game..

well, lets see in the coming days whether she can keep this up..

apparently, she figured i'm too naive to even notice.. uh-huh!

NOPE.

***

bunk, i'm soooo itchin' to get down and start bangin' now... why, you think i'll lose focus and motivation during this friggin' looooong break? nope. my resolve to get my bench press to 300lbs had multiplied a million times while i'm here sitting my ass down typing this bunkum post... thinking.. planning.. contemplating...

i dunno if it's unfortunate or a good sign, but i keep hearing some funny cracking on my joints.. ankles on my feet, knees, shoulders, elbows and wrists.. i'm gonna have to take this as a positive sign.. guess they'd been too hung up and dry from you know what.. it's only now that they're startin' to loosen up.. believe!

while on this break, i also stop all forms of supplementation and vitamin intake.. gotta clear everything out cos when i'd start swinging those bars and plates, it'll be full throttle, baby, cos my motivation from this hebetudinous layoff just keeps building up as days pass by.. you call it irony, i call it fashion, err, i mean, passion..

whatever.

***

so much bad news in the news today, huh?

gasoline had been steadily increasing.. like every week!

the "analysts" and the "think tanks" got a dim forecast in two months time: 65.00/liter.

better start walking, babe.. buy a very comfortable foot equipment (sneakers, lad) cos you'll be using that instead of your gas guzzling bimmer or explorer.. damn, even those little, tiny jap rejects are just as gas thirsty.. it's about time you ride a bike, fatass!

and now...

the staple of most Pinoys, the glorious rice, had gone up too!! whoa! talk about double whammy, eh?

tisk.. tisk..

there's always sweet potato, brown rice, corn rice, etc... improvise.. adjust.. adapt.. and don't forget to keep breathing, mate.. for real, as in serious.

everything else is on the rise, homs, only the panties go down these days.. of course, if you've got the money to pull it down.. wahahahaha!!

no money down, no panty down!!

***

by the way, i dig Sony Ericsson's W960i..

ennui

wow!! this is getting to be a bore.. this whole chillin' thing's already got me listless.. sh!t, six more days to go and yet it feels like a century..

drinkin' spree is definitely something to consider later.. gotta "shut-up, sit-down.. relax.." to borrow tommy vercetti's words in that sonofabitch GTA vice city game..

i don't know... i don't know!!!

wait.

Jimmy Hendrix, you like?



me, like.

sensorround

weeeeee!!!

back from a two-day leave. t'was a very productive off days, gotta say.. we wired the house.. ok, it wasn't me who wired it but i helped my buddy, earl do his thang.. we put a photo switch up in the rooftop and installed a few more lights at the back portion of our house.. kinda dark there and i bet some ghost had multiplied in that area since we moved there years ago... we've pretty much left that portion of the house unlit 'til last Sunday..

so now it's really cool that it lights up at night and turns itself off during daylight.. that's the purpose of the photo switch.. nice, eh?

my buddy thought about it many years back but i thought it was too expensive.. then again, i think it's a wise investment. now, we don't need to go up and down to turn the lights on or off.

we capped the day (two days in a row) drinkin' beer or brandy while watching DVD concerts.. that's the only way i can repay him as he doesn't charge me one dime for all the services he's been doing for our home's electrical system.. whatever i can discharge to help him out of anything, i'd gladly do.

that's what best friend's are for, right?

on the other hand, i finally found time to bathe my three dogs.. lather them up with those fleas and tick soup sister sent me.. she's so concern with my dogs she treats them like it's hers.. she owns one whatchamacallit cutie dog out there in NY too..

while i soaked them up for a few minutes, i took the time in between to wash my sooooo dirt-laden bike.. she must've been too happy for that as she's been dirtied up for years.. practically!

yeah, yeah.. i'm not too emotional with things, i guess.. i pretty much let "them" serve me and not returning the favor.. this break i'm taking, i'm letting "them" pawned me.. just this off-from-the-gym days..


by the way, the bike, her name's Shiela.. sexy, huh?

***

meanwhile, i'm itchin' to get back into the workout groove.. i'm planning some serious sessions but it'll be short and sweet.. i'm gonna buy one of the many supplements sister sent me to sell - VPX Shotgun.. i need to use it as early in the day as possible as it contains good amount of stimulants and, i get a lot of jitters when it comes to stimulants, especially when i take it late afternoon.. i'd probably or most likely have trouble sleeping at night..



projection: i should be kickin' ass by then... i'm excited but i gotta wait..

mientras tanto, on with makin' this break as fruitful and as productive as i can be..