disappointed

yeah, the title says it all..

to whom?

my brother.

he's been out there in the 'land of milk and honey' and earning some good greens, but he's pretty much forgotten his own brother/s.. guess people can easily forget when things are goin' great at their end.. hope they don't fall hard and fast, cos hommie, when everything is said and done, it's always the family that takes care of their own.. no matter what!

i ask him a small favor.. i actually needed some gear for my, you know, training.. things are getting serious at my end and i can't find the darn gear in this side of place.. so i ask him if he could instead send me those stuffs since i can't get it here... as my birthday gift, that is. well, ever since he flew there, not once did i ask him a favor.. not once.

so i figured, it's the best time to "try" to ask him this li'l favor, after all, he never sent me anything brand new, straight from him and never on any occassion..

almost a month since and to my dismay, nothing came... *sigh*

so, i'm better off getting unsolicited gifts from other people than from my own blood? i've received a lot from our customers, friends (here and abroad), and from many others who appreciate what i've done from them or are just happy that i belong to their circle.. that's a matter of factly and modesty aside..

except for my sister.. she's always generous.. she just gives and gives and that's why life for her out there is a breeze... though she encounters a few bumps along the way, but she always pulls it through..

yeah.. yeah.. my brother did sent me a few stuffs.. those run-me-down shirts.. shoes.. etc.. but he just "freeloads" them with my sis' box when she sends us some stuff.. so 'he could save.'

appreciate that, bro.

BIG THANKS!

really. sincerely.

but if it was me in your place, i'd send you some some run-me-downs.. and lotsa brand new stuffs too.. after all, you are my brother..

if i can give something to a total stranger, how much more to you?



rant over.

80 and toned - NOT!

whew! that took a while.. conquering 80 pounds of those darn dumbbell was a steep steep 'Everest to climb,' eh?

havin' combine my push and pull exercises in one session took its tool on me.. strength and stamina-wise.. i'm not like one of those gym rats who do one bodypart a day.. i like 'em more.. the many-er, the better.

besides, it's just a waste of time hitting one muscle every time.. that's aside from what the 'experts' advise -- that you combine antagonistic exercises to different muscle group.. to sorta strike a balance..

havin' said that, i'm still on course to press and pull that 120 pound dumbbells.. someday.

now i've been reading a lot these days, thanks to those cheap back-issues of Ironman, Muscle and Fitness, etc. and it's been really nice to discover new things again.. though i'm pretty well-read courtesy of internet, it's different when you have a hard copy conveniently at your disposal than keeping a tab on things mentally... especially if you have a memory like mine!

the new things i learned compliment the new things i'm discovering at the new gym.. now, you can call me crazy or an ass, but i don't make it a point to do a "to-do list." i guess being on this thing called the 'iron' game, i've pretty much memorize the things i need to do..

it's funny looking at those dorks in the gym going around with their 'program' and doing everything "by the book." nothing wrong with that really.. just a little nerdy and robot-ish.. he he!

but we all have to start somewhere.. they are noobs.. so i let them be.

oh, felt like a noob, too! these days, since i'm always wearing super loose shirts when workin' out, those tank-top-buddy-hugging boys stares at me like i'm an obese fat-bastard.. a strong fatass, i'd reckon. they must be laughing at the back of their head.. thinking they're the only cool 'boys in the hood..'

i'll just let them think what they want.. at least, i know my strong points while they already spilled everything they've got.. i'll just keep them wondering.. i'll be like FPJ.. getting beaten up, stepped over and kicked to the ground... only to stand up, beat the odds and whop everyone 'til they surrendered.. just like his movies, homie!

i really can't say i'm an outcast.. i mean, not too many people there can do what i do.. almost everyone just want to be "toned." PT's (physical trainers) aren't even muscular save for a few.. and, if most people in the gym are meatheads, a lot of "functional" guys, gays and women would be turn off... thus, being "toned" is more saleable than being big, freak and muscular.. or the gym business will die a natural death.

it's even friggin' hard to convince people to sweat it out.. exercise.. or get their butts off the couch and hit the gym.. all the more if what they'll see inside the gym are bunch Jay Cutlers and Ronnie Colemans.. they'd rather pig out at Mc Donalds than workout..

anyhoo, i don't like being simply "toned." neither a meathead.. just somewhere in between..

nuff with this non-sense.. off to the buffet!

Tease me.. baby!

enjoyed this.. LOL!

escape

whew!

sometime next week i'll do the darnest thing.. i really don't wanna do it but out of "respect" to *ahem* other "people," i gotta..

nope, it ain't somethin' for public consumption.

meanwhile, it's been fairly getting better with the gym sessions as of late... i don't sweat as much like before but i've worked twice harder.. in fact, i needed to rest the next day... why? cos that's the only time i felt the effects..

nonetheless, i'm having a ball with the new equipments i'm using now.. sometimes, i wobble jumping in between sets.. what's it gonna be? free weights or machines??

shet, i'll do them both!!! aarrrggghhhh!!!!



catcha later, folks!

Magkita na Tayo

what can i say.. i like this! *giggle*



makes me feel young all over again...

Moonstar88's "Migraine"

proudly Philippine made...



and she's one Filipina beauty!

the longest yard

this should take a li'l longer.. uhm, the post that is.

whatdyathink, it's been really tough this week, mate.. sigh.

got a whole lot of "issues" to resolve at work and they ain't over yet!

well, i always anticipate them.. especially when i don't bump into one for a period of time.. kinda "calm before the storm" thingy...

i gotta have a mindset like that.. y'know, just a little paranoid so i won't get blown away when shits come crashing down on me.. i have to be on my toes, guarded and mentally prepared for anything.. quite frankly, it's pretty draining.. sometimes, i feel like quitting, but on the other hand, it's better this way than sitting my ass in the office whole day round workin' and waiting 'til the bell rangs.. i'd rather quit.. like most of the pioneering and not so new guys here who can't handle the pressure, are being pestered to perform, just plainly bored with their job or are paid to the barest minimum.. they've all come.. and go..

well, that's reality.. if you can't handle the heat, get out of the kitchen!

anyway, hope to roll with 'em all.. whatever they throw my way, i'll eat 'em! when the smoke clears, i'll still be standing.. that's not a promise.. it's a deal!

i know everything here seem vague.. i'm not a person who relishes on detailing every little story i can muster.. besides, where's the thrill without mystery? i've always been that - mysterious. to my family, friends and acquaintances.. i'm just not comfortable spilling everything out.. but i wanted to... someday.. maybe.

right now, i belong to the:




***

75 pounds.. i'm stuck with that darn number in the dumbbell presses.. i've got a feeling i can make it to 80 pounds if i force it, but i won't.. i'm still struggling with that friggin' 75 weight to begin with.. when i'm comfortable, like i can make it 10 or more repetitions already, that's the time i'll bump it up.. right now, i gotta be patient.. and work even harder to get there.

in fairness, before, i was pressing maybe 60 to 65 pounds at my former gym.. and got really comfortable with that weight the rest of the folks there can only look at me and say "whooooww!!"

since that's the "heaviest of 'em all dumbbells" in that gym, people make a mountain out of a molehill when you reach that weight.. if they can only see the 120 pound dumbbell in my new gym, they'd probably cringe.

this dude is an inspiration:



so now i'm on a different league.. lotsa people in the new gym are big, strong and muscular.. they employ new techniques in training.. while the former gym had a handful of "meatheads" and stuck with an old school training methods...

these days, i belong somewhere far down the food chain.. it's quite a challenge, tell ya that, cos before i moved to this new gym, i was a few steps away from the top (took me almost two years be an "elite" in that gym).. now, i'm at the bottom again working my way up.. even more challenging is the fact that it's only now that my elbow and some part of my joints are creaking ferociously.. there was one night that i felt a stab of pain on my elbow when i rolled over.. could be a nightmare or i might have been dreaming but earlier that day, it was creaking crazy everytime i straighten out my right arm... geeez, already, i'm ramping up my Glucosamine Chondroitin intake to keep my joints and whatever whatchamacallit healthy.. i'm still on the third week of this twelve-week-hard-bangin' program.. can't have an impairment this early, hombre!


(notice: i'm referring to my old school gym here..)

so how do i define being "elite?"

well, for starters, your physique should show it.. nice shoulders, arms, chest, lat, back, etc.. etc.. there ain't much of that there..

then you gotta be strong.. i was.. at least among my peers..

you gotta have techniques and variations.. most of 'em are just stuck with what those old-school veterans do at the gym.. they simply follow.. i did 'til i started reading and do some research.. then i started to break away from the pack.. started doin' my thang..

last and more importantly, when you gain respect among the noobs, the veterans... you know you're there.. among the "top of the class"... moreover, the instructor, the coaches and the rest of the pack who raves at you for being the "cream of the crop" is just --- elevation, baby!!

now back to square one.

yet i'm still looking for that 300 pounds bench press.. double the pleasure.. double the fun, eh?

love ya Chris Brown!

i miss my home PC and internet.. missed posting photos of my kiddo, Neil.. dude is growing fast and smart.. by the way, that bro-in-law i ass-whopped months ago came back asking for forgiveness and wanted to live with us again.. fine. i don't hold grudges to anyone.. especially those who're within family circles.. and those that i kickass.. ha ha!

but don't fuck around no more, hommie.. next time might be worst.. just a friendly reminder..

i'm a big fan of Fight Quest.. everytime i watch that series, i mentally pick-up a few tips here and there and visually execute them.. below's my favorite fighting style.. street fightin', baby!



when finances permit, i'll get me a punching bag and some gloves, mitts.. the whole fighting gear.. i'll have Neil, my buddy, Earl and maybe that drunkard bro-in-law to practice with.. i'd probably have more time with Neil cos he likes to kickass.. he adores Bruce Lee.. like me!!

there ya go.. the drama of me's life unfolding before you.. happy now?

"a creative mind is never bored"

hmp!

more shets comin' my way.. dam'it!

work related.. mostly.

kinda suck these days....

boring.

but...

workout had been good.. i see to it!

the snag drag a few of my routine.. like my elbow (the right one again!) seems to be creakin' forever.. and there are times that it literally hurts..

hope the Glucosamine Chondroitin supplement i bought yesterday can help ease my predicament..

darn the boredom strike again.. so, see you when i see you?

ciao, humans!

P.S.

you might wanna try figuring this out:



cos i can't!!!

opinionated

gonna be a busy week... i'll be in "burst" mode in all the things i'm gonna be doing.. hope to accomplish a lot with that.. meanwhile, everything's great except for some minor snag.. got a lot of thoughts goin' i better keep 'em tag on a note cos i'm thee most forgetful person in the whole wide world.. in case you've been to Mars..

soooo looong... farewell....

out.

for now.

Fire

ey!!

uhm, nothing much today.. got no gift.. no party.. no greetings.. no hangin' out..

sooooo ordinary, in fact.

but thank God i made it today..













party time!!

18 'til I die

here goes nothing....


so we hang out last Thursday night.. t'was fun.. yeah, kinda.. sorta..

crazy week, tell ya that.. started working out again and both of my buddies from faraway places came by with just a few days intervals.. not a good thing if you mix alcohol, cigarette and gym in the same sentence.. no, i didn't have a smokin' relapse but i inhaled just as much with those darn second-hand smoke from everyone in the places we've went.. shet, those girls smoked their lungs out like hell!



can we play golf instead (like i know how)? how about we trek some mountain, eh? maybe bike some trails.. i don't mind drinking beer while we're at it, hombres!

but can you guys quit smoking already??!

you too, girls!



i'm just annoyed sniffing through those chicken-shit fumes everytime we go out..

i mean, c'mon, i'm there in the gym killing myself to be healthy (what an irony, huh?), lifting hard and doing all that cardio, and you guys (yeah you too!) couldn't care less about your health let alone mine??

how could you?

basically, that's quite the scenario whenever we hang out.. my friends' smoke and the places we go - filled with smokers.. tisk.. tisk..

i'm getting really old.. i can't appreciate loud music.. neither drive hard and fast anymore.. pretty much, i'm living a monotonous life these days..

i'm no longer cut out for edgy stuff.. in fact, i'm sooooo toned down nothing excites me anymore..

oh wait, of course the 120 pound dumbbells...

... and then me and Lui went out again last Saturday.. quite frankly, t'wasn't something i look forward to.. not with all the drinking and inhaling more second hand smoke.. AGAIN!

however, it all boils down to that.. at least, most the time.. i gotta roll with it for the time being.. cos this dude only comes to town once a month..

last Saturday, i just felt tired and sleepy as the night wore on.. i felt my stomach was ready to explode with all that San Mig Light we downed.. kinda crazy cos i never felt drunk the whole time.. just it: tired and sleepy.

well, i did had a grand time doin' leg exercises earlier that day.. squat, deadlift and some lat and bicep workout.. i'm still testing the level of strength i have with the new bars, equipments, plates (olympic bars, kilo's instead of pounds, etc).. but one old fart who saw me squatting said something like "look, we have an olympic lifter over there!"

if you're impressed, old man, i'm not.

definitely, the new stuffs i'm using hit my muscles differently.. a new stimuli on the horizon, i guess...

i've been soooo used to the old gym's equipment that i no longer feel any pain or sore after i hit 'em hard.. now, i'm feeling them again.. like for days, mate.. and I LOVE IT!

goin back to our beer bingin' escapade, good thing we found some company.. some guy and his lady friend introduce themselves to us.. they figured we should just share tables.. whatever.

perfect time for my plan... ESCAPE!

sorry buddy but i gotta do it.. flee.. disappear.. vanish..

or i'd be home soooo early again.. four o' clock in the morning!

off i went and the story ends.

yesterday was a holiday but i spent good hours of my "rest" time in the gym.. bangin'.

i am still trying to settle down.. still grasping for the right combo.. figuring things out... man, it's definitely not easy to move in to a new place when you're so used to the old one.. but as the cliche says, "nothing is permanent.. everything is impermanent.. change is the only reality..."

it's no bed of roses for both gyms, tell ya that.. it's all hard work.. the new one needs some mental fortitude cos i'm a noob here.. no friends.. no spotters.. no nothing.. it's gonna be me and the iron.. for now.. the respect will come.. sooner than later, i hope..

when you get respect, you get some help.. thus, it is important to build one especially when you don't have a training partner.



at least that's what i thought.. right now though, i'm fine training alone.

i'll turn a year older tomorrow.

if you have gifts, please find a way to send 'em my way.. PLEZ!

i'd be thrilled..

the newbie episodes

now i wanted to come in naive and ignorant.. i went to my new gym last Sunday afternoon.. t'was quite so i was having a ball.. sorta my little show.. only one instructor was around.. i could've use a walkthrough with the equipments but heck, modesty aside, nothing there i couldn't figure out..

the instructor was nice enough to just leave my sorry ass alone, thank you.

i went right away bangin' the dumbbells.. i've been meaning to "eat" 'em first.. shesh, 75 pounds of pressing and i'm gassed... losing strength, to be exact.

to think i just came back (for the nth time) from a grand vacation and i was warming up with those heavy dumbbells already.. what the...?

the succeeding sessions weren't a breeze but i was getting the hang of it.. people around couldn't help but stare.. "whose this noob lifting like shet already, eh?" "is he warming up with those?" "what the heck is that amateur doing?"



whatevs.

anyhoo, 120 pounds is a tall order, mate. if i can't carry those dumbbells by the end of this year, i won't feel bad.. looking at them is just plain intimidating.. it'll be an honor, rewarding and super feel good if i can get pass over those weights on the day i 'sorta' promise myself i'll conquer 'em.

uhm.. next year? we'll see..

anyway, another buddy arrived today... we'll go party yet again.. hopefully that NJ dude can come with us... if he hasn't flown back yet.. whatever, i'm ready to rock.. smelling good and dressed for the occassion... i happened to have a place to clean up now.. hee hee..

by the way, that night we hang out with my NJ pal, it was a very expensive trip and one helluva night to remember.. my apologies, but that's how far i can afford to spill.. the rest, i'll keep to my chest..

i miss my Firefox browser.

third eye blind

third day in the new gym... working my way in.. intimidated at first but turn the table around mid-session... so far, good.. but no sooooo good.. still feeling things out.. since it's much colder there, i tend to rest a little too short causing me to be bursting again for the next exercise.. only to find out i'm still tired.. shet, eh?

anyway, when the smoke clears, balanced my bearings and everything's in order already, i should whop some serious ass, err, i mean sessions as i progress.. meanwhile, goin romancing the iron now..

mwah!

thanks cio!

we painted the town...


RED!


yeah, we did.. but can't tell much about that.. my mouth is sealed, hombre!




i'm off to the gym minutes from now.. will tell ya more about it later.. aight?!

meow...

i'm ready...

soooooo bored, mate.... i'm jittery.. excited.. hyper.. and i'm ready to burst!

but instead of banging, i'm sitting here lame as a duck.. i might start tomorrow already if all systems GO, otherwise, Monday it is.

oh, we had a great time, if you've been wondering... me and my pal from NJ, we hang out, bar-hopped, swap salivas with the opposite sex, group sex, orgy.. and did i mentioned we had sex with lotsa ladies?

























gotcha!

no we didn't. not in a million years, i guess.

i sent him a message that we might have to postpone it cos he just arrived and he needs to spend time with his family.. etc.. etc..

and it falls on a weekday.. meaning, i'm not "dressed to kill" if you catch my drift.. i'm wearing a lousy slack and a pussy shirt jack.. not prepared to party with an apparel like that.. and i have to wake up early the next morning to bring my son to school.. everything just don't add up to a good morning the night trip..

he conceded..

well, it's supposed to be tomorrow, so ideally, it's a holiday on monday... we could go and get wasted 'til dawn.. great!

until then, everything's subject to change.. doesn't matter to me though.. got some serious "game" goin' next week and the last thing i need to get my focus right on the money - is to get wasted..

hhhmmmmm.. i'm just wondering how i'll fare with the rest of the new guys i'll be spending the next 365 days with.. i'm excited but at the same time jumpy..

i feel weird and fat for being off the gym.. however, my motivation is peerless..

the break definitely freshened me up.. three months of hard banging and i'll chill the same way again..

everytime i do this, ya know, taking a week off, i feel smarter next time around.. no kidding, mate..

i mean, i learn new stuff.. able to assess my previous performance, and contemplate better for another round of bangin'.

anyhoo, i'm tired of psyching my self out..

LETS GET IT ON!!!!

already.

the eagle has landed

weeeeeee!!!

my pal from NJ has arrived!

i dunno but he called earlier and we're supposed to hang out.. like morning the night!

lovely.

anyway, cheers to my fingers crossed.. yay!

deep hibernation

wakikikikikiki!!!

Martin Lawrence did that.. Blue Streak, remember?

i'm sooooo raring to go wax it up in the gym, hommie!

i dream about it.. i kept thinking about it.. when i eat, drive, work, watch TV, etc.. etc..

gotta stick to the plan though.

it's funny my joints are creaking up again like the last time i took a break.. loosening up, i guess..

they'll be fine come game time...

these videos are my inspiration...

Weighted Dips



Weighted Pull-ups



should fuel more of my desire to kickass in my new gym... GGGrrrrrrr!!!

idle mind

ZZZzzzzzzz...

so nice the rain.. you just wanna go down and roll over the sheets.. preferably with some warm body on the side.. heeeee!!

yeah baby!

gotta go.. hate posting using a keypad instead of a keyboard.. the rest is goin' smoothly as planned.. well, except for some "bugger" around..

chao!

just chillin'

so i went to my former gym(yet again) today.. got some orders to deliver.. i've been selling some supplements there and it's only lately that things are starting to pick up.. heeee! just when i'm about to leave them.. the instructor slash gym manager slash coach slash my favorite spotter - had been my biggest client so far.. practically bought most of my stuff.. from BCAA's to amino, fish oil, calcium/magnesium, etc... sold some of my stuff in other gyms too!

he buys from me cheap and then sells 'em to the members.. i don't have to sell my stuffs to the members.. he profits a little here and there.. in short, everybody's happy.

sales was brisk, by the way..



Benito, the assistant coach told me my due is up.. i said, "i'm taking a month rest, dude.."

"really? why?"

"got some shoulder pain to deal with... need to heal up." i said.

he wouldn't believe me.. most of the guys there won't. me, taking a break is next to impossible for them.. they saw me work my ass there and grind like hell.. whilst everyone who had been earlier can't break a sweat, i'm already perspiring profusely with just a few minutes of warm-ups and lifting..

one bummer happened though... a guy who had a history of shoulder injury, re-injured his right shoulder again.. damn, he was the flavor of the hour.. they have to hurriedly ice his shoulder cos he can't move it.

his instruction to Benito was to rid of all shoulder exercises.. hhmmmm.. how do you do that? every move you make requires some shoulder movement.. even if you're squatting or doing leg work you still need to move your shoulders when you're putting weights on the bar or machine..

anyhoo, he did lat pulldowns and that's when he got stuck in the middle.. even with the most minimal weight, he still injured his shoulder.. tough luck, i guess.



saw him wincing in pain as they frantically put some ice on his shoulder.. that was the first time i witness somebody getting hurt like that.. shet, just when i'm about to leave you guys, you startin' to act up like that?

i'm fortunate enough (or some angel's watching me) to not suffer the same fate as that poor guy considering how hard and heavy i do my thing there..

hopefully not in the near future wherein i'm about to tackle even more bigger challenges... may the good Lord take care of me...

7 days more to go before i unleash everything out.. again!

untitled

bad.. bad.. bad..

i'm having digestive problems.. damn that late night binge on food and alcohol..

and the damned brandy too!

we had a great time.. hoo-hum.. blah-blahs..

my buddy came by.. went with my officemates at some videoke joint.. had our own "mini-concert" as the night wore on.. the best part of 'em all of course is the part when my pal shared his FR (if you don't know what FR means, tsk, tsk.. bad luck for you, bud) about this textmate/s of his.. damn, his persistence and better use of his down time (read: idle) proved fruitful.. he's on his way of bedding most of 'em.. he already had one last week!

there was even one who texted around 12am that she's just nearby.. he may wanna "come" over.. some lucky guy, huh?

he's definitely good at engaging them to talk about sex (or is it the other way around, bud, right?) he had me read some of their messages and boy was i having a hard on, ey?

"love you's" were thrown like hot potatoes in between them.. nice goin' there buddy.. i'm soooo envious, mate!

i mean here i am grinding my ass in the gym for hours.. lifting the heaviest i can, growing as much muscle i can muster, yet i can't find my way to a girl's undies.. my buddy, uhm, he's not muscular and all.. he's neither big or small.. yeah right, in between... but he's good with words, tell ya that.. girls, ladies, women out there, watch out for this guy.. he he he!

these days, his priced possesion is his two cellphones.. he'd go crazy if they'd go bonkers (read: low battery to dead).

***

meanwhile, i've cleaned out my closet last Saturday at my former gym.. didn't say goodbye's or anything.. i'm sure i'll be back.. but not after a year.. i'm on a mission in this new gym.. i'll swept all of that dumbbells (push and pull 'em) before the year ends.. ambitious? very. in fact, it's bordering impossible. they have a 120 pounder dumbbells.. i'd probably warm up at 50 then work my way up.. initially, i'd probably reach between 80-90 pounds.. that's my modest assesment.. or i couldn't... considering the break i'm talking, i could lose some of my strength along the way.. i hope not.

that guy right there is pressing a 120 pound dumbbell.. you feel me now?

another mission would be to do weighted chins, pullups and dips... i'll go wherever my strength leads me.. i have a better chance of realizing this goal in the new gym cos their equipment utilizes thinner bar.. meaning, i can grip 'em better.. hold on to them longer and distribute the use of my strength (hands, fingers and forearms) to other muscle group.. well, before i jump ship i actually tried performing them and dang, t'was a breeze, homs!

lets hope this break don't end up with more drinking and eating binge.. gotta focus on the GOAL at hand... wish me luck.. i need it soooo BAD!

more kickass DB action below..

that guy is doin' the 160 pounder dumbbells.. sooo much more challenging

and you wonder why i squat a lot...

i hate it but i do it anyway!

farewell massacre

time to chill...

got a whole week to rest, relax and recreation... this break is better than the last time wherein i had to get off the gym because of a nagging pain/injury.. now it's pretty cool as i was swingin' wall-to-wall on my exit..

definitely, i'll visit my mates there once in a while.. i gotta.

farewell for now, fellas!

it's actually timely that i opted to move out NOW cos new gym-membership in there had been swelling like hell! like new faces come in everyday, mate... kinda crazy if you think about it, but it's good that a lot of people are now taking care of their bodies... it's also worth mentioning that they are one of the cheapest if not the cheapest of 'em all in terms of monthly fee..

i reckon, it'll be different in the new gym... new equipments to learn.. new faces to meet.. new weights to surmount.. new rules to abide.. new environment to adapt..

well, we'll all be familiarizing with each other.. expect a rude awakening when the time comes... i'm ready to hustle, babe!

the entry plan: i'll get in and leave my ego at the door.. i'll be completely naive.. ignorant.. i'll let them walk me through.. i will listen.. i will hear.. i'll absorb everything.. i won't react, but i would respond.. heck, i'll even play coy..

when the smoke clears, and i mean when everything's done and over with - the whole nine yards of setting everything out, it's time to get down to business.

now, i didn't went there cos "i love the place" or there's plenty of hotties everywhere.. or the people smells better.. or it's "clean.." or people there seemed high-hat.. elites and whatnot..

to socialize and be "IN" with those darn high-society climber gang>> no friggin' way...

it'll be all business.. and it'll be like that for one whole year.. yep, i enrolled for one good year since they offered me a discounted price.. like half of what they normally offer on regular days.. t'was a promo price, homs.

still, the price is twice the amount of my former gym.. what's good about paying a tad higher is you get a better quality overall... like the place, equipment, people, yadi-yada...

and especially the people.. not too crowded anymore as what Tina told me.. well, i was there once and dang, just a handful of people were there, mate!

good if you're a wimp lifting puny weights.. bad if you're lifting hard and heavy.. you could get stucked with a bar over your neck and no one's gonna help you.. you moron!!



anyway, gotta hold back the excitement.. enjoy the break.. map out a new program... anticipate a li'l bit... and be physically and mentally prepared when the day comes..


***

wifey wants us to get married -- in the church.

she's soooo determined to be "blessed" that she's willing to do it even on a mass wedding!!

now, i don't really mind going through that whole married thingy even massacre style.. y'know, being intimate with the other 49 couples, and altogether in chorus saying "I Do's.."

that would be great.. a sight to see, yeah?

and did i mentioned it's free? yep. free wedding ring, costumes, make-up, video, etc..

ALL IN!

ABS-CBN will sponsor and cover it.. great! the best!



from fitting the suites and gowns, to taking the necessary seminars, etc.. they'll cover you.. like you're in a reality show.. instant fame, eh?!

no fucking way!! there i said the dreaded word.

i'll do that no problem, but minus the circus please... it's not even solemn anymore with 50 couples swearing their love and loyalty "til death do us part.." in unison with each other.. and you have to "dramatize" the whole event s'more? i'd rather put a bullet in my head than go through that.. seriously.

and what's with 08.08.08 anyway? why are soooo many people getting married and excited on that day?? you guys are sooooo.. duh!

i better go check my lottery ticket.. i bet my hard earned 100 bucks yesterday.. i might have won the jackpot!

nada

jacked up today... we'll talk tomorrow..

don't be late.

emo time

this week's the last hurrah for my current gym... i'm goin out with a bang!

though i tried in earnest to keep it low.. as in being unnoticed and invisible, most of my mates there just can't keep their eyes off when i'm lifting.. what's a 330lbs deadlift, anyway? you should watch Dave Tate or Kara Bohigian squat and military press that weight, respectively, and you'll be blown away!

geez, i'll miss the convenience of pulling anyone of my mates to spot me on my heavy lifts.. the usual chatters.. the jokes... the friendship.. the respect i earned.. i know now what it means when people say you can't demand respect, you earn it.. it was a long road to get here, but i can't stop now.. i'm gonna aim higher.. no, not that respect thing.. it's something personal that i know in my heart i can attain..

shet, i'm being emo again.. better go now.. more on this "farewell tour" in the days to come...

ciao!

moving out

sealed and stamped.

yeah, it's official, i'm moving out.

i will miss my pals out there.. uhm. my fans too!

i have pretty much build a good following there.. they'd say "here comes the powerlifter!" or "Hulk Hogan!" and the usual stares got me smilin' when i'm done with my sets... and i'd often tell them "nah, it's not really heavy.. just takes a lot practice.."

i don't like the attention though. i always preferred goin there low profile.

and now i will be living the gym that helped build and mold me this way... of course, i was always self-taught 99% of the time, but i did pick up some useful learning along the way..


***


more on this later, homs.

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.