dead meat

yowsi!

i'm ready to snooze... ZZZzzzzzzz...

i'm barking like a dog these days.. darn cough isn't going away anytime soon.. shish!



and it's affecting my lifts.. hhhmmmm... been off taking supplements for a week now.. i'm still strong, yeah, but in terms of endurance, i kinda lag...

so, either it's my constant barking or being supplement-less is the culprit behind my so-so performance... sucks!

why i opted to forego taking supplement/s when i still have plenty of 'em? i need some sorta cleansing... ya know, flush out all that excess caffiene, creatine, amino, etc. away... then, when i reload, i'd be giving my body a surprise yet again.. gotta cycle these stuffs and give my kidney some rest.

meanwhile, another one bites the dust. i remember being a fan of him a long time ago.. bought a cassette tape.. that's the only one i can afford then.. damn, i still can't afford an original CD today!

anyhoo, i was into Rage Against the Machine kinda music and figured he might've sounded like 'em... well, i was hoping i would like the tune of his music.. i like some but not all... still, being a Pinoy, i am bias.

rest in peace, homie..

veering on me's side of life, i'm still 'hunting' for my new hardware.. no need to rush though.. gotta take things slow and steady.. make sure everything is gonna work out fine.



i'll be utilizing some of my 'old' stuff such as the casing, CD drives, hard disks, etc.. what i'll tentatively buy are the following: motherboard, processor (CPU), 2-4 gig of ram, power supply (PSU), video card, a mid to high end cpu cooler, some cooling fan/s and a 19 inches LCD monitor.

so there.... maybe i can get all the hardware next week.. fingers crossed.

show me the money

it's been tough.. my plate is pretty full yet again, thanks to my job!

well, there's loads and loads of problem.. err, 'situation' i'm stuck into.. kinda stresses me out no end.. feels like my jaw is about to lockout, help!!

hope to reverse it before i'd end up dead.. well, last week was tops.. sooo many calls from peers, customers, heck, even the boss' rain on my parade!

not to mention, the many bumps, snags and kinks in between doin' my job, performing fatherly obligation and whatever whatchamacallit hubby-hubby thang.. ya, whew!

worst, i had fever and flu.. oh yeah!

now, it's getting there again... but i'm guessing it won't top last week's... i'm keeping my fingers crossed though.

***

my PC is sooooo dead, thank you. i tried installing another PSU to no avail.. guess now it's really screwed up big time... it's nice to buy a new one, but darn, where am i gonna find the friggin' moolah for it??

now, a credit card would've been convenient, but shit, i wanna pay all my debts this year sooooo bad so i could start a debt-free life next year.. there are those branded PC's that comes with a nice package and get this, 0% interest. the thing is, i want to build mine from the ground up.. i want a nice casing, a powerful power supply (not generic), a nice processor that's got some high-end cooler on top, a fancy memory card that's wrap with heat sinking alloy, a fierce looking, high performance video card, some fancy fan/s to give it an ambient environment inside, a nice LCD monitor wouldn't hurt... finally, throw in some wireless keyboard and mouse..

voila!

now, the 100k question is:

where is the money?

where is the money??

where is the money???!

where is the money????!!!!

where is the money?????!!!!!!



say it like Tom Cruise did in that Jerry Maguire movie... sure is fun!

anyway, i'll go dream about my "new" rig tonight... dream big, yeah??

i can see it now.. nice.. nice..


anyhoo, i'm still bangin' it in the gym.. but my performance?? i have to rate it as mediocre. no new numbers conquered, no fats lost, no muscles gain, etc.. etc..

nada.

chikening out.

breath

hey dawg!

i'm alive, thank you.

barely.

keep ya posted later.. my home PC had been toasted.. my son forgot to turn it off but then covered it neatly.. meaning, no air could flow through the casing burning out the PSU.. hope it's only the PSU.. that's one friggin' expensive power supply, by the way.. a HEC PSU series.

well, can't do nothing about it.. what's done is done.

anyhoo, yeah, it's later.

live another day

sniff.. sniff..

i'm not feeling well.

i think i'm gonna die real soon.

i'm not kidding.

ok, i hope i'm wrong... i do wanna live a li'l longer..

makes me appreciate life.. cos i haven't stop to "smell the flowers... "

it's all been about what i can get my hand into... no depth.. no excitement.. no sense of adventure.. hhhaaaaahhhhh... breath...

i dunno... life's got it's way giving you some sorta sick sense of humor... no, it ain't the good Lord..

but life.

we've been given the freedom.. to choose what's right and wrong.. freewill, anyone?

yah, you got it by default.

wish it wasn't that way... uhm, lemme rephrase it: wish i didn't have it.. ya know, freewill? let the good Lord decide what's good for me... life would have been easier, yeah?

anyhoo, hope to live another day... cos from where i'm sitting at... doesn't look good.

you did remember i posted about me having congenital heart disease from way back when, right?



no?

start digging.

smooth and slick

buzz!!

heyp! supp??

last night was pretty... my niece came by. he hails from my late momma's hometown. good to know he's gone richer as the days go by.

whenever we gather around, me, my pal, Earl and him, we love reminiscing the good ol' days.. ya know, i'm just 5 years older than him.. when he went to college, he stayed in our apartment.. so yeah, we're kinda like best pal instead of that dorky uncle-niece kinda like relationship.

those were fun days... we had lotsa time in our hands to do the darnest thing... on top of it all, i kinda dished in whatever "lessons" i can impart to him.. i dunno.. i barely remember one, but the dude loves to pick my brains out.

after all these years, i never thought those "lessons" i taught him would haunt me... well, there are good, bad and ugly things i taught him.. one thing stands out, he got richer, albeit, being shrewd..

i couldn't possibly lay claim to whatever "savvy-ness" in business he's got as this kid is a licensed Civil Engineer... in short, he eats Math for breakfast.. i don't. i puke with just a mere mention of it.

it's just that he oftentimes recall the things i said before and he kind of apply it - literally.

last night, whilst we had our drinking bout, he was being grateful for all the things he learned, and quotes the things i said before every now and then... to show how filthy rich he's become, he gladly foot our bills.. whattaman!!

anyway, looking at him now and how he kinda confuse things morally, not that i have so much to begin with, i had mixed feelings..

did i made the right impression??

yep, he's doing good and well, but what about his beliefs? i wouldn't mind if he was just a friend.. thinking and doing things like he does.. but he's my relative.

i'm his role-model. i may have 'cause' him to think otherwise such that he's slick with his business dealing, but on the other side of the coin, i may have corrupted his mind.

man, i'm confuse.

STOP!

got some things updated around here. geez, that label thingy is a lot of work. got over 500 posts already, damn it!! maybe when i'm stalled again, nothing to do and bored, i'll do s'more tweaking.. now, i'm writing on a fly...

i've been doing lotsa cooking as of late.. you know, nutrition plays a big part of building serious muscles, so i gotta learn how to prepare my own food.. i kinda regret not learning a thing or two from my late momma.. she's one helluva cook! she can turn anything inside the fridge to something magical and tasty..

that's her talent.. i'm guessing none of us can even come close to her ability.. well, my sis abroad can whip up a nice dish, but she barely cooks when she's home for a vacation.. it's usually our former nannies who comes over the house and crowds the kitchen.

anyway, guess cooking is another passion i wanna harness.. i'm very good with food - tasting, that is. i can tell that it's good or crap with my taste bud.. of course, we all can, right? yeah, i know. but really, my late momma set the standards way too high, so that gives me a little bit of an edge over 'ordinary' mortals. eeeekk!!

remember that story i told you about a Mazda zoom-zoom-zoomin' at the SRP and flew off the road, tumbled a number of times to a halt??

well, here are the pictures.. you might wanna finish eating first.









crash and burn.

summer breeze

diet.. diet.. diet..

seems everyone i know is prepping up for that sex pack, err, i mean six pack summer look. got some guys who have lost lotsa weights already.. like 20 pounds for starters!

a guy i know who look like a whale with no tail already lookin' lean after a month of strict diet.. i wasn't gonna bought what these fellas had been telling me late last year.. that they're gonna lose the lard come January..

some of them says i should join the bandwagon as i have build enough muscles, and the only thing i need to do is lose the water slash lard, and i'll be lookin' HOT!

well, some of this dudes are joining contests.. i don't.

but, it's kinda like you're in a class where most of yer classmates are aiming to score perfect and you're there feeling the pressure to join their ranks.. cos shit, you don't wanna be left behind.. peer pressure, i thought i've gone through this before??

i'm cool with it though.

not that i wanna be 'IN' with those bozos, but i wanna prove to myself i can have the discipline to get leaner come summer time.. like them, i wanna see some packs on my abs.. i've never seen one since time immemorial.



it's not goin' to be a walk in the park.. i know.

my partner though is bent on leaning out... with the aid of some chemicals he's putting on in his body, he'd likely will.. in a month's time.

i wish i can.. however, i can't.

i'd like to keep mine simple.. not some complex cycle of injections and/or poppin' of who-knows-what pills.. meaning, it'll be a long and hard process.

what's more, i'm an endomorph... gotta big bones and a slow metabolism to deal with. then there's the age factor to consider.. meaning, i need to work harder in terms of exercise and nutrition to burn off lotsa lard... i'm not like some teenager whose got plenty of energy to spare.. that, my friend, is the challenge i have to face.

i won't make excuses though. i'm doin' it.

it's a personal quest... not for anybody else..

but for me.

so help me God.

yo! why so serious, eh??

crap, i'm hungry!

randomizer

rain.. gently falls..

gawd, it's been raining on and off today.. as of the moment, it's been really on for hours now.

good for those who had planned in advance for their Valentine's whatever tonight.. somewhere dark, cold and cozy..



wet?

wonder where's that??

cinema!

yeah-yeah i'm bored.

i wanna smoke.. hhhmmmm.. it's been over three years. there are days that i thought of puffing one whenever i smell some guy/s in the gym smellin' nicotine, but after seeing them doin' a so-so workout, nah.

i dreamt about breaking the cycle and huff a stick or two only to wake up in great relief that it was just it - a dream.



once i do one, there'd be another.. and another.. next thing i knew, i'm hooked again!

---

if my friends are wondering why i haven't registered to our own little forum somewhere, the answer is in the idiom: "once bitten, twice shy."

yeah, that one we had a year (?) or two ago was one helluva ride... but got shut-down without any advance notice whatsoever, took the thunder out of me.. i mean, i treated that little place like my baby.. though everything is smooth between us all now, the scar is still there and i wouldn't feel secured after posting lotsa good and bad shit that it'll stay that way.. i wouldn't wanna speak for the others but i'm sure they have their own little issues, but i'm hoping for the best... ya know, that it'll eventually go BIG in every facet, and the owner would really think a million times before wiping it off cyberspace... yet again.



the worst part, the other hangout we had was demolished.. by guess who? no less than the government itself.. no effort was made to revive it to think that it's "the powers that be" were behind it.. well, it's a venue where people complains and air their greivances... calls the attention of people who abuse their power/s.. etc.. etc.. ya don't wanna have any of that, do ya?

i wouldn't be surprise if it'll be back again later this year or next year... a very good place to make "promises" again and campaign for the near election.. ahhhh life!

so predictable and boring.

so there. i got bitten twice, homs.. whaddya expect? i'm just gonna roll over, go back to square one and say, hit me baby one more time??!!



dunno bout the others but i've been skimming through the new sites.. it's deafining.. cos it's friggin' quiet out there.



we all got burned, baby.

burned.

or we could all be busy in these trying times.

anyhoo, it's still raining and i'm running out of craps to blab.

oh, it's rest day today. i need to. my strong shoulder which is my left is feeling funny. well, it's pre-determined.. tomorrow, i should be waxing hot again.

good Lord, i love the rain... but can you please pause for an hour so i could drive home already??

i really miss my kiddo, Neil.

Happy Hearts Day, babe.

Happy Valentines

I Love You!

this is effed!



his helmet literally broke up..

RIP bro.

rush hour

howdy?!

been really busy.. Ggrrrrr!!!

i need to really really start busting my chops cos the friggin' work is starting to overtake me.. duh!

i can't even think of 'em right now... well, i just got a few things done and over with... so, i'd rather not discuss anything or i might throw up.. ya don't wanna see some yucky things on your screen, ey?

it's good.. it's good.. considering we're supposed to be in some kinda crisis, yet we're all busy doin' our own little thing... it's not so bad after all, ha?

**

got this gym story to spill.. har.. har..

i have this dude in the gym whose pretty fresh.. ya know, brags a lot.. makes those unpleasant grunting or talks smack to everyone.. even to his friends.

in short, i hate his guts.

don't wanna greet him or start a conversation cos, shoot, i wouldn't wanna be in his circle..

well, after bumping into each other one too many, and he saw me squat heavier than he can, and in the same token, saw him press 15 pounds heavier dumbbells than i could, it's safe to say we earned ourselves a little respect from one another.

but still, i prefer not to be chummy-chummy with him or anybody else for that matter cos talk is cheap.. you ever wonder what happened to that juiced partner i'm supposed to train with? i kinda distanced myself. why? i noticed we spend a good amount time comparing notes instead of training hard.

now, as fate would have it, this dude and i finally had a little chit-chat, and what do you know? we're already like best friend forever - just like that!

he was just waiting for that moment wherein i'd probably nod or smile at him and it'd be like we'd been friends for ages.... next thing i knew, he was calling me "Idol." ya know, it's actually a by-word since i can remember gym-ing.

geezz, i dunno what to say. i could use a friend like him cos he's one helluva strong fella, but on the flip side, this dude loves to yak... we can chat forever, homie, but please, not in the gym.

i'm actually in quagmire.. one side of me says i should expand my network of friends by being "Mr. Hi and Hello," but base on what i've observed with people around the gym whose got so many friends, it takes lotsa time... wasted time, in fact... cos almost half of it is wasted in useless chatting and patronizing 'friends' with their lifts.

fatherly obligation calling.

buzz!

mine your business

SRP.. finally, somebody bought a piece of it.. incidentally, was driving there a week ago doin' a "flying lap" using a Ford Focus hatchback... damn, didn't wanna watch the speedometer or i might freak out.. months ago, a Mazda got totalled doing exactly that.. four on the floor, dark, driver must've been tipsy... he went zoom-zoom-zoom, maybe he swerve a little or too wide, the car literally flew off the road and flipped a number of times before coming to a halt. good news is, the driver lived... dunno his condition afterwards, but i figured, with a whackout car like that, he's probably effed up.

something about this road that people tend to overspeed yet they tend to lose control of the vehicle when the car's engine reach it's peak.. i'm betting many more accidents happened there but the city government would rather that it don't reach the media... it's bad publicity for prospective investors, homs.

**

meanwhile, more of my office comrades had left.. at least three sales guys resigned... dunno if it was forced or voluntary. a gal didn't made the cut.. tsk.. tsk.. if i add all of these former officemates to my Friendster, i'd probably have a thousand of 'friends' in there already.

but that's just how things roll in a company like mine.. people just come and go.

***

a friend of mine had been nailing two birds with one stone... ha ha!

everything was cool and dandy.. he was having a great sex, err, i mean, time even though he was short on finances.. tsk.. tsk..

i've had more hard-ons listening to him while he narrates his "FR" than watching porn.. LOL!

anyhoo, as always, all good things never last. one fine day, someone from his circle who happens to have plenty of time on her hand, spilled everything out to her girlfriend, who, by the way, lives somewhere north in another island.

all that 'good time' went to a sudden screeeeeech!!

i got dragged along the way... i kinda chipped-in to his "success" nailing the other girl.. i gave him some sorta logistical support... not that her girlfriend knows that, but just the same, felt guilty after hearing her wail on the other line.. i got teary-eyed, honestly speaking.

why she called me, you ask? my friend had been avoiding her.. he's probably figuring out a perfect excuse.. the problem however, the girlfriend was agressively contacting him through calls and text...

ENTER: Me.

she wanted me to be the go-between 'em.

anyway, the girlfriend came to town and fought for her right.. gotta give her credit for doing what she did.. not too many femmes can do that these days.. especially, in the case of my friend who isn't a hubby material.. considering he hasn't tied the rope at his age and the many years they'd been ON with her girlfriend... not to mention, the, uhum, ya know what. if i were that girl, i'd probably cut my loses and friggin' move on and find somebody who would take me seriously.. but my friend, i dunno what's this guy's mojo, but he's kinda chick-magnet.. ya know, he doesn't have to spend for lavish gifts, flash you with a nice Rolex, car, jewelries like a size of a dog's chain or do all that mambo-jambo thingy to get laid... he just opens his mouth and the girl opens wide or bends over... whatta guy, eh??!

we have yet to discuss how he went about dumping the other and appeasing the girlfriend... last time he text, everything seems to have been fixed.

Mr. Suave in the works, i guess.

update ya later, crocs.

lights out.

more muscles in less time

everyday seems to be "whatta day!!" these days.

gotta learn how to manage my time better... i'm kinda engrossed with something... uhm, you wouldn't wanna know.. ha ha!

tomorrow it is.

the dawn of a new beginning...

it's like this:

i'm trying to go the extra mile practically with everything.. work had been that since forever..

at home however, is a whole new ball game.. all the things i'm doing now, i kinda do them sporadically before.. we used to have a helper and a boozer in-law around the house.. the helper had been gone since last year, thanks to that taxi driver slash lover-boy who often distracts her by texting her all the time... they both eloped in no time!

the boozehound bro-in-law, however, left about two weeks ago.. he must've been scared i'd beat-up his ass again after he soaked himself up with alcohol for the nth time and left the house wide open to the robbers' delight. thankfully, no one dared to rob us.. not that there's anything much to rob, to begin with...

no stacks of jewelries or money stashed somewhere... just old school appliances and of less value stuffs, i guess.

so there.. now, we're just threesome in most days.. me, wifey and kiddo... well, six if you include the dogs.. twenty if you count the white ladies, some disturbed souls, ghost, etc.. etc..

either ma-in-law comes by during the weekend or my half-sis during weekdays.. other than that, we're it. just threesome.

so yeah, gotta step up.. wake-up early, do the dishes, the laundry, prepare food for the day, feed the dogs, etc.. sex life is goin' down the drain, homs.. barely to nil night life..

it's not that i'm not used to this.. i've had worst.

it's just the little tweaking that had to be made.. fine, major adjustments!

kinda stressful sometimes.

anyway, i'm still happy and thankful. Neil has grown up big and i can already let him do some household chores..

best of all, i'm still eating iron... HARD!

chow down.

100% 'organic'

*yawn*

again.

suffered hypoglycemia earlier.. took me sooo much time to replenish my body's sugar.. thus.

felt light headed.. am ready to pass out, tell ya that.

i hate my job right now.. but with thousands losing their job like on a daily basis these days, gotta be thankful.. i still have one!

unless of course i was born with a silver spoon.. i wouldn't mind at all to be part of the statistics.

so it's shit i came into this world courtesy of my dad's poor dick.. thanks dad!

now, i'm being ungrateful, ey?!

may the good Lord bless his soul.

turning off sarcasm.

are you worried?

yep, we all have reasons to be.. things are getting way off our hands with whatever bad news we're getting.. friggin' wicked!

not only do we have to deal with global crisis, there's also killings all over, suicide, rape, murder, mass lay-offs, etc... i don't think i wanna read the news any moment from hereon now.



*yawn*

leg extension, squat, rack-pull, bent over rows, lat pulldown combos, bicep curl combos, some ab works and a 15-minute fast walk in an incline to the max threadmill.. you should be too darn sleepy when you're done doing those i just mentioned.

was able to bench 200 pounds of iron yesterday for about 4 reps.. darn shoulder nagged me yet again.

but it was manageable.. so i'm happy.

being 100% 'organic' (read: training naturally, no steroids) and get stronger as time passes by, gotta appreciate... some folks who're heavy on testosterone thinks they are the only guys who can lift heavy.. right.

even if they're 'ON' to something "special," yet they're too scared to squat lower or go heavier.. in fact, they're wearing safety belts already on the get-go.. pussy!!!

yeah, just lemme brag for a minute, ayt?

anyway, there's just too many jokers and comedians in the gym i dunno where to begin and who to snipe at.. guess i'm just way too advanced and knowledgeable, i hurt my shoulder sometimes.. ha ha!

some are all geared-up, ya know, belt, ipod, gloves, knee strap/wrap, lifting strap, super tight tank top and all that mambo-jambo accessories they put on.. but watch them lift.. dimwit can't even lift his own weight, much less, half his weight!



then there are others who look super serious like they're about to compete in a Strongman competition.. ya know, that killa lookin' face, only to wiggle or gyrate their booties when Christina Aguilera starts singin' on the gym's speakers!

you ghey, homs?

and here's the funny part: they'd immediately composed themselves when they noticed you're watching 'em... you're so BUSTED, baby!

get real.

some seem so focus like they're concentrating on the next set.. it'll be heavy this time.. like 20 pounds each side! har har! others just kept texting or sitting their asses down and thinking... what am i gonna do next??

whatcha gonna do? lemme tell you whatcha gonna do.. bust your asses already!

get intense.. move around.. superset.. drop set.. don't stop.. yeah, stop staring the darn wall! can't find the answer there.. the ants are too busy doing their little thing and you my friend, are wasting time!

the ladies are just as lame.. they'd start with the machines... they'd practically sweep them off.. like machine 01, then machine 02.. 'til they've done it all.. if they do free weights, they'd usually do it with bad execution.. some look like it is such an ordeal to bring the weight from point A to point B.. their scowling facial expression: priceless.

they'd usually top everything off with all that ab workout and abuse the cardio machine, later.

frankly, these guys and gals, they're typically the kinda folks who'd quit.. if i'm bored watching 'em perform, they'd be all the more bored with themselves..

really shutting down sarcasm mode now.. LOL!

i'm just letting it all out.. if you're one of 'em, read and re-read.. otherwise, we're good.

time to bid adieu... later, jackass!






heee heee heee

ass to grass

olah!

been really tardy as of this late.. in all aspects!

tsk.. tsk..

hope to turn things around.

work had been riding me since forever.. i'd rather not talk about it.

workout, however, is doin' good... shoulder's feelin' fine.. but it's a day-to-day 'watch, see and feel' kinda thing... gotta be real careful this time... been doin' extra mile on lotsa stuff.. gotta step up and fill the void at home.. i like it this way though.. be totally independent from helpers and everyone.. gotta DIY if you wanna get things done.. don't wait for someone to step it up for ya.. pick up the pace..

can't worry about shit.. life's too short to worry 'bout anything..

seize the day and enjoy every sec of every moment.. we may never pass this way again.. i only had a shot of brandy and i'm talking this way already.. wait 'til i get another.. LOL!

night.. night..

what happened, Lynn?

i'm a little disappointed. yesterday, since it was my rest day, i was all psyched up for today's workout... got everything ready last night cos deym, i'm itching to eat some iron.. this morning when i woke up, my shoulder (yeah, the right one, as usual) sorta reminded me to go easy... felt a stitch in my side.. argh!

the discomfort pretty much screwed up my very well laid out plan.. that is, to hit the gym balls-to-the-wall.

well, i guess i've done enough.. sorta 'salvage' whatever is left of me.. strength-wise.

incidentally, saw the ex-hubby of my former officemate slash k-fling on his way to the bathroom! of all place, hey?? well, i got nothing to worry about.. nothing happened between us, homs.. in fact, felt like being used that time.. sooo convenient, huh? whatever. can't keep digging the past.. forward it is.

wish we could train together sometimes, dawg.. damn, you are one helluva big guy, ese! wonder how much can you lift.. wimp?

most 'big' guys aren't really strong.. tell ya that.. some muscular guys aren't even strong themselves.. saw this guy just a few months back looking skinny yet today he's all muscular.. wonder why is that?? but get this, saw him lift one time. all he does in the gym is mostly on machines... can you guess how the heck he became Optimus Prime in a short span of time?? your guess is as good as mine.

anyhoo, gotta go now.. got loads of laundry waiting.

later.

DARK LETTER

{forwarded message... thought i'd share.}
--------------------------------------------------




PAY ATTENTION TO THE P.S. at the end!!

Letter from the Devil

This can really make you think. It actually made me really mad while I was reading it, but it made me realize some things. Plus, I had to send it because of the P.S. This is deep... and I wasn't going to forward or share it, but that last line... you'll see.

A LETTER TO YOU FROM SATAN

I saw you yesterday as you began your daily chores. You awoke without kneeling to pray. As a matter of fact, you didn't even bless your meals, or pray before going to bed last night. You are so unthankful, I like that about you.

I cannot tell you how glad I am that you have not changed your way of living, Fool, you are mine. Remember, you and I have been going steady for years, and I still don't love you yet. As a matter of fact, I hate you, because I hate God.

He kicked me out of heaven, and I'm going to use you as long as possible to pay him back.

You see, Fool, GOD LOVES YOU and HE has great plans in store for you.

But you have yielded your life to me, and I'm going to make your life a living hell. That way, we'll be together twice. This will really hurt God.

Thanks to you, I'm really showing Him who's boss in your life with all of the good times we've had.

We have been watching dirty movies, cursing people out, stealing, lying, being hypocritical, fornicating, overeating, telling dirty jokes, gossiping, being judgmental, back stabbing people, disrespecting adults, and those in leadership positions, no respect for the Church, bad attitudes.

SURELY you don't want to give all this up. Come on, Fool, let's burn together forever. I've got some hot plans for us. This is just a letter of appreciation from me to you. I'd like to say 'THANKS' for letting me use you for most of your foolish life.

You are so gullible, I laugh at you. When you are tempted to sin, you give in.

HA HA HA, you make me sick. Sin is beginning to take its toll on your life. You look 20 years older, and now, I need new blood. So go ahead and teach some children how to sin. All you have to do is smoke, get drunk or drink while under-aged, cheat, gamble, gossip, fornicate, and live being as selfish as possible.

Do all of this in the presence
of children and they will
do it too. Kids are like that.

Well, Fool, I have to let you go for now. I'll be back in a couple of seconds to tempt you again. If you were smart, you would run somewhere, confess your sins, and live for God with what little bit of life that you have left.

It's not my nature to warn anyone, but to be your age and still sinning, it's becoming a bit ridiculous. Don't get me wrong, I still hate you.

IT'S JUST THAT YOU'D MAKE A BETTER FOOL FOR CHRIST.

P.S. If you love me, you won't share this letter.

Inauguration Day

whaddap??


as expected, i failed to watch the Sinulog. kinda lame, huh? not really. as i've said before, i've grown tired watching it since time immemorial.. but, many went and partied.. flocked the streets and danced to the beat.. nice.. nice.. even politicians grab the rare chance of getting that much needed publicity.. election is just around the corner, homies.. you might wanna join the fun, ey?

first, join a party. there's plenty of 'em.. choose from a lookin' patriot to the goofiest party names out there.. good luck!

veering back to Sinulog, many said it was the 'biggest.' some said, it was the 'grandest.' hhhmmmmm... how come most people i know didn't bother to go, like me?? uhm, yeah.. does the line "we've grown apart" ring a bell?? tsk.. tsk..



while on the eve of the festivities people we're out partying, watching fireworks competition and whatnot, i was home washing the dishes and doing laundry.. my clothes of course. damn, that was boring! and tiring too!

we don't have a helper anymore, in case i didn't tell ya.




congrats to the newly-elected President of the US of A, Mr. Obama. his inauguration is happening right at this moment.. got a lot of work to do, sir.

hope things starts to get better.. for everyone.. even those two warring factions in the middle east.. Israel and Hamas.. can you guys just try to get along already?? you've been killing each other for ages now.. it's a pity to watch innocent civilians getting the brunt of your pride and greed.. duh!

so much for world peace, ha?

and what is wrong with the internet connection these days?? it's too darn slow!

ggggrrrrr!!!

Sheila and the insects

got this distraction in the gym lately... sorry couch potatoes, this post ain't for you.. sit your asses in your nice and fancy La-Z-Boy recliners munching those trans-fatty chips, gulping soft drinks or beer while watching Rambo, Rocky or those testosterone laden Schwarzenegger movie.. or maybe you're playin' RPG games and whatever you can get your hands to, huh? yep, you can leave now and i'm done ranting.

i'm cool... i'm cool.. but i digress.

anyhoo, yeah, this lady is kinda distracting.. she's always wearing those tight leggings and super sexy tops.. whew!

just takes my breath away!

so there, i try not to be nicey-nicey with here cos we could end up having a relationship, great sex and all of that fancy stuff happening when you're in-love or in a mutual understanding kinda situation.. LOL!

she caught me a few times stealing glances and vice versa.. guess i appreciate her moves.. she's pretty knowledgeable with the things she does.. impressive, gotta say.

not too many femmes can do that.. two thumbs up to her!

*cough* *cough* i think she feels the same way for me... assuming!

so what's distracting you ask? well, she's always showing me (ok, us) her nice behind.. she'd bend over and do all that back exercises (some aren't even targetting the back muscles!) sorta, kinda flirtatious moves.. it screws up my darn breathing and tempo when i'm lifting.. damn it!

i can sense that she wants to say "hi" at me.. it's almost like she's just waiting for me to nod at her and we'll be best of friends forever and ever.. amen.

i know.. too forward of me, aye?

sometimes i wish we don't bump at each other at all.. then maybe i could do better in the gym.. on the other hand, it's nice having her around, cos then, me and the rest of the guys can draw some sorta inspiration.. after all, part of this whole gym thingy is to impress the opposite sex, right?

i feel bad when she's done and the first to go between us.. kinda think, "when are we gonna meet again, She?" i reckon Sheila's her name.. heard someone who knew her call her by that name..

it's nice to be inspired once in a while.. makes you feel young, and to some extent, a teener again.. 18 'til i die! ha ha!

***

met my partner earlier.. we had a nice talk.. we'd actually spot each other when the need arises.. unfortunately, we couldn't train synergistically since we're doing things differently.. i'm a natural while he's on gear.. i need a day or two to recover while he can recuperate quicker.. then there's whole lot of difference in our work zone, nutrition, etc.

so, it's a mismatch!

like today i had chest and back while he's doin' biceps, forearms and abs.. we never go swak on our training protocols..

we just have to work around our differences and hope we can still help each other out...

bottom line: we share the same passion.

more on this later, bud..

gotta flee!

eternal flame

so much flaming going around the forums i've been visiting, yo!

guess they're thinking they are the only guys who're "in the know."

right.

you can lift heavy?

check.

superhuman?

check.

on steroids?

99.9% sure!

gawd, these guys have too much T on them... short circuits when somebody annoys 'em with just a teeny-weeny bit of things.. like how things should be done in the gym yadi-yada.

boooo-hoooo!!

get off the juice, hombres, if your temper is getting shorter by the day.. that's a real bad side effect of being on it.. does roid rage ring a bell?

good.

anyway, got my rack pull at 370 pounds for 2 reps earlier... if the friggin' bar would not have slip off my palms, i could've added more reps to it.. my lower back is shuper pump, meatheads!



finish everything with s'more lower back exercises.

my right shoulder feels fine.. i'm just a li'l cautious moving it in an awkward position cos it might pop again... argh!!!

*yawn*

i hope my buddy won't text me about going out tonight.. i'm friggin' ready to hit the log.. tsk.. tsk..

congrats to my friend Earl and her better half, Malou for their new born baby.

cheers!

Marlboro

shit.

there, i said it. no more pressure.

it's been good this year so far in many aspects, but the work had been really tough... like there's a number of extra-work to be done.

anyway, seems everyone else i bump into is in a diet frenzy.. what's up with that? at work, in the gym, wifey, etc.. oh, i get it.. it's New Year's resolution yet again, eh?

nice.

good.

i guess it's better cos people are actually taking care of their health.. keep it up, homies!

make it a lifestyle.

me? nah. at least not yet... no worries though. i won't wait 'til next year if i decide to go die.. err, i mean, diet.

saw Leonardo DiCaprio smoke his lungs out in that bloody diamond movie, thanks HBO.. man, makes me wanna puff one.. inhale.. exhale... pheewwww!



it's been over three years.. zit! i ain't goin' back smokin' shit no more.


now, i want an internet connection at home...

and i'm getting it.

POP!

weather with you

*yawn*

*bbbrrrrrrrr*

cold, huh?

it's almost Sinulog time... nah, this one, i can wait.. been to this festivity since forever!

the plan: to have no plans at all.

yeah, just roll with whatever comes my/our way.

in the meantime, right at this moment...

fade out.

cartilage

burp!



ate a lot, thank you.

finally got my shoulder workout in full swing today.. darn pain is still there somewhere.. hiding.. in stealth mode, i supposed.

strength is still good.. guess the rotator cuff workout helped rehabbing the shoulder... FAST! still and all, gotta be smart (for the nth time) training the upper part of the bod.. got this vulnerability issue to deal with.. or it'd be so long farewell gym'n.

not much to update except for a boatload of work on my plate.. try to accomplish 'em all.. one at time, homie.. one at a time.

meanwhile, check out my buddies new website slash forum slash etcetera HERE.. i'll try to be a member soon.. missed the gals and gays of the defunct CCF, too!

si señor and señora, eh!

gewd werk

so i made it through... weeeeee!

yeah, worked around the pain.. t'was good, respectable workout considering just a week ago, i sprained, injured, tore my right shoulder's rotator cuff.

strength-wise, it was all good... didn't lose even a shred of strength.. i gotta hold back a li'l, though... there ain't no way i'm just gonna plow through the weights with my injury still healing fresh.. no-oh!

felt sore when i reached 80% of my max strength.. next week, i'd still go by how things feel..

whew! cool it, homs!

bump into THIS SITE earlier.. since then, i can't stop grinning..

happy weekend y'all!

status: unknown

i'm about to hit it HARD today.. hopefully, i can go pyramid the weights all the way to the top and not wince in pain.. later.

i'll go by how my shoulders feel.. i'll hit as many as i could, but most likely, i won't max it out.

'til then,

stand by.

die another day

whatta day!!!

this is the craziest day by far this year... saw a biker being rammed by a cargo truck while driving my friend's bike to an inspection section...

next, the bike failed the physical inspection.

thanks buddy!

then, i went to the emission testing center, but t'was offline.. tried later but still they couldn't process motorcycles cos it'll give their system unknown error..

great!

after doin some paper works at LTO, went straight to a nearby emission testing center hoping things would finally get through... of all the day driving around town seamlessly, today whilst driving a bike with an expired registration, i got flagged down by a police and a traffic enforcer in a checkpoint.. why i drove it when i know its regstration is expired, you ask? well, i gotta physically bring the darn bike to the center in order for them to test it, you get?

so there. tough luck, indeed. talk my way through and was lucky not to get a ticket or my license confiscated.

good news: it passed the emission test.

i was hoping to get my bike tuned by a mechanic and get some parts replaced.. i couldn't make it.

i was gonna hit the gym now, but got a bad case of headache..

whew!!

on the bright side, my shoulder feels better now. i should be able to bench some good weight tomorrow..

gotta chill.. next day should be brighter...

less is more

the injury is healing well.. i guess.

regrets.. regrets.. regrets..

why you're always at the tail end of everything??

why???

anyhoo, i'm now scrimping for more time when it comes to "leisurely activity."

wifey just started going to the gym and she can't fetch our kiddo, Neil, no more.

gotta rush out after office hours cos i just got promoted doing more family chores -- i have to bring him, and now fetch him to school.. nah, i can't complain.. i get to bond with the kid more than ever..

gotta be responsible with all these fatherly obligation.

more on anything later..

chiao!

shoulder-wide

holiday's over.

now, get back to work!

sigh.

wish there's a holiday every month like last month's... businessmen would complain, that's for sure.

anyway, though it was a holiday and me and my buddy, Earl, had a grand time makin' noise thanks to the videoke mic, drink to our hearts content, i wasn't letting 'em distract me from kicking ass in the gym.. no let up, homie, just serious workout after the fun.. the only time i took a break was on January 01.

since i never really took a week-long break (read: pre-determined) which usually falls after three months of bangin', and figured the long holiday break was enough to cover my base, like, i should be well rested after an hour or more of lifting... well, i felt really strong for a time.. i was getting very comfortable with my lifts and boy, i can feel my muscle swellin' good..

'til one fateful day....

hmp!!

sigh.

duh!

ffuu---- fine.

ladies and gents, i tore my right rotator cuff yet again... you have no idea how pissed.. and depressed.. down.. devastated i am.

i was pushing it thin, i know.

what can i say? i've got so much motivation going in on me.. i'm on fire, baby!

what's more, a bodybuilder approached me a week ago and ask if i was lifting for competition.. my ego just went up to the roofs.. ya know, if you get noticed by no less than a competitor, then you must be at a certain level already.. i'm cool with regular folks looking in awe at how heavy i can lift or how huge my arms had become, it never bothers me at all.. but a bodybuilder? soooo much cooler.

many of 'em bodybuilders had complimented me for my strength and size.. that's modesty aside. in fact, one whose a personal trainer slash professional bodybuilder whose scheduled to start his cutting phase this week wanted me to join him in his quest to get shredded.. so yeah, even if i'm not into steroids, i get to be one of the "big boys" when it comes to lookin' like a bodybuilder.

now for the best part, this bodybuilder dude ask me to be his training partner. i don't really care if he's on gear as long as he's dedicated and knowledgeable, i'd be happy to train alongside him. we were supposed to start helping each other out today, but unfortunately, i friggin' had an awful mishap while doing cable front raise.. it was to be my finally set.. obviously, heavy enough. even though i was getting exhausted from all the previous shoulder routine i did, since i was on fire, i just kept going.

i ended up jerking my shoulders and body to get the weight up..

then,

POP!

my right rotator cuff gave in.. shh---

ok, i'll try not to swear.. it's New Year. i know!

so there goes my careful planning blown to shh--- snooze.

now, as Mr. Eddie Torres, the Philippines premier powerlifter dude suggest,

"Ice the area for a few days. Try to see a sportsmed doctor too.

If possible, continue lifting but with very light painless weights so that your injury heals properly. Continue with the light rotator cuff exercises too. If you don't train and just wait a long time for this to heal, it may heal the wrong way and cause pains for certain movements in the future

You can take a small amount of aspirin (1/8 tablet) prior to training, then use ice after training."

guess i'm effed, bubba.

dunno for how long but the nagging pain is there.. it won't go away. not yet, at least.

i don't know what to say.. i'm trying to appease myself.. i guess no matter what others would say, it won't make things better..

tisk.. tisk.. tisk..



the night later, we had fun hanging around the newly opened bar uptown.. lotsa beers flowed.. friends came by.. an evening reminiscent of happier times... ya know, those Beach Roots Bar days where most of the 'owners' (10 to be exact) hang out.. only two guys were missing that night.. a buddy and his long-time girlfriend who, by the way, partly owns the now defunct bar, finally got married last month..

congrats!

so many chit-chats to spill but to sum it all up,

it's checkmate... for me.

preacher wannabe

how was your Christmas?

mine? uneventful.

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

i don't really think so.

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

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

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

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

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

so why am i saying this?

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

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

like it's your party, huh?

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

just sayin'.

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

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

to quote Beatles:

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

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

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

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

Happy New Year!

It's Christmas.. all over the world.

HO HO HO!!

Merry Christmas, Yo!

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

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

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

her.

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

keep moving forward.

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

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

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

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

anyway, 'nuff said.

Happy Holidays Yo All!!

smile.

peace.

Caucasian

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

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

later.

12 Days

geez, what am i supposed to post tonight??

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

i am really getting old.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

sorry.. gotta rant sometimes.

anyhoo,



done.

Mama Rudz

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

see you next life, Rudy.

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

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

SSSsssshhhhHHHH!!!!

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

not to mention the distractions from you know who..

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

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

zit.

breaking new ground

20 kilos multiplied by 4, 80.

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

372 pounds.

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

Merry Christmas!!!

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

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

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

the culprit?

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

resistance is futile, homie.

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

time after time

i'm soooo full!

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

i'll save it 'til then.

happy holidays!

pharty bhoy

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

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

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

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

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

whatevs.

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

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

happy holidays!

calm before the storm

whoa!!!

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

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

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

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

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

peace and love.

Steroids

there ya go again...

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

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

lemme break it down for you... gently.

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

oh well.

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

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

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

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

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

rrright!

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

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

i must be BIG that they noticed.

and STRONG too!

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

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

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

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

peace.

hello and goodbye

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



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



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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

congrats to Manny...



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

kim & nicole

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






'til today.

Jammin'

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

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

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

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



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

damn. damn. damn.

sucks both ways, eh?!

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

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

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



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

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

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

you should be driving a hearse!!!!



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

nuff ranting... for now.

***



DOMS DOMS DOMS!!!

i hate you!!!

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

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

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

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

need to test the water.. later.

for tomorrow...



it'll be WAR!

vascularity

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

like yesterday.

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

so yesterday it was...

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

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

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

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

or i just might be crazy or something!

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

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

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

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

"ah, ok."

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

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

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

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



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



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

be back with other things to talk about.

zit.

Nine Balls

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

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

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



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

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

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

oooopps!!

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

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

later alligator... ZZzzzz...