somethin' somethin'

busy.

yep. trying to figure out life.

you can call that, uhm, mid-life crisis. ha ha!

it's pretty weird, actually... how the heck did i come this far and haven't done much with me's and other's life???

or am i just forgetful??

shit.

trying to make sense here...

well, i could've made a choice.

risk a little bit more.

took a decisive approach.

but i always choose the easy route.

yeah, i said it before and i'm sayin' it again - i hate to stressed myself out!

i haven't really gone out with so much zest for anything.

mediocre is an understatement.

i. suck.

so i'm hard on myself... yeah, i needed that!

on the other side of the spectrum, i'm great.

how? by busting my chops.. now, i need to reverse that... uhm, maybe balance it out.

keyword: work harder.

lets see if these tough words translates into action.


meanwhile, will you watch this??




word: boring.

crystal baller

oh hello there!

well, i'm 56 so i'm kinda slow.. no typo in that post below... sorry to disappoint you momma!

anyhoo, i do get a few compliments when i brought along Neil wherever i go.. some people say something like "is he your younger bro??" wahahahaha!!!

really.

especially when i'm on street clothes.. ya know, rugged look.

there are days i feel like shaving... sometimes i just let 'em grow bushy.. no, not down there.. the face, ya prick!

but if i could have it my way, i'd prefer 'em thick and shaggy.. haven't done anything like that since forever!

oh, throw in some skinhead, tattoos and lotsa piercing.. that'd be nice.

but i'm a blue collared hombre.. so 'til the day i'm fired, retired, retard or otherwise, i'm stuck with my everyday get up.

***

bought this today: Total Upper Body Workout Bar.



why i need this when there's about three of this kind in my gym?

well. cos i wanna do it more often. i mean, even when i'm not doing "back" days i wanna do a few sets just to make me stronger with this exercise.

another thing i bought is an Ab-Roller. this exercise is kickass!

ya gotta try it to believe it.



i got some time in the morning to do this dirty little things.. hehe.. might as well make it productive while waiting for my meal to cool down.

i don't earn a dime promoting this stuff, but heck, they are good!

next purchase (if i get lucky) would be a swiss ball.. i know.. i'm getting too serious and boring.

oh well.

i'm 56.

two days ago, that is.

deym. i'm getting old fast!

there's good news and some bad news...

for starters, i'm smarter now than 10 years ago.. now, if i can only go back and bring with me the knowledge and wisdom i've since accumulated, it'd be cool.

bad news is i'm not as energetic and as adventurous as i used to be. well, i have come full circle... settled.

it's a little late to discover my true passion.. weightlifting.

i squatted 440 pounds earlier today.. not bad for an old timer, yeah?

deadlifted close to 400 pounds last week.. did most of this crazy lifts whilst i'm at this age... what if i got hooked on this thing like when i was a teenager?

one year ago i was a nobody in this gym. today, most of the guys know me.. they stop, stare and look in disbelief whenever i do the darnest thing.. he he!

even the guys on roids can't believe their eyes i can almost equal them in strength.

thanks to the good Lord above, i have no injuries while my roided counterpart, they're aching somewhere.

my juiced ex-partner whom i mentioned here before, he can't believe either.

yet, i train alone. i don't like partners, to be honest. it's like i'm in the 'zone' when i train and partners just gimme some kinda reason to slack... ya know, talk smack all the time.

another thing, i do things differently.

i hate training one body part per day. that's a waste of time.

i'd like to hit 'em big for my buck.



steroid use is pretty rampant in my gym.. seems normal to them.

why this guys are in so much of in a hurry? your guess is good as mine.

as soon as they get off, they shrink.

too expensive. too fleeting. too-tal waste of money.

what's even worst: they're not getting any stronger!

mostly aren't even competing.. just for vanity.

same old... same old..

what i learned most as i grew older?

to K.I.S.S.

Keep. It. Simple. Stupid.

tee-hee!

i hate to start.

coz when i start, it'll be hard to stop.

now, the single, biggest, million dollar question is???

where do i begin????

boom!

thoughts flew off... the wind caught 'em all!

well, i've been busy fillin' up my 'toolbox.'

meaning?

learning.

lotsa shit, tell ya that..

anyhoo, i suck on the information department.. i will never ever be a good storyteller in this lifetime so suck it up, bubba!

gotta get my sleep, i just squatted over 400 pounds of hard metal earlier for five repetitions.. oh, been doin' that for quite sometime now..

'til next time.

phoenix

*cough* *cough*

i dunno what's causing the effin' sore all over my upper body.. is it the all-out ballz-to-the-wall workout or that steamy two-hours of "hard" massage i had which both happened yesterday.

oh yeah, the massage left a real nice good imprint on my memory.. ha ha!

i dunno. maybe i have a dirty mind or t'was just a little "cutting edge" the way they do things in there.. she practically rode me and our bodies rubbed on each other half the time.. like her *uhm* is thisclose for comfort to mine.. whatever. didn't do nada.

i assume it was just it - clean massage.

i stepped it up a notch in the gym... yet i'm supposed to back off this month to give my body a much needed rest.

thus, the much needed massage once in a while.






oh yeah, hate it to break it to ya...

i'm back bitches!




what can i say, i dig taylor swift....

i'm done.

this is it.

i'm most likely done.

here.

blogging.

no point.

going further.

i have better use of my time elsewhere than tell you 'bout sweet nothings.

it's ironic.

cos now i can write whatever.. whenever i want.

after all,

i've been connected since months ago.

but i don't feel like it anymore.

oh, life.

but wait....



'til then.

OUT.

could have, should have

booooo-hoooooo!!!

to me.

well, i think i can forget about this blog. there ain't much action going on around here. outside it is.

been busy being swole and sore.. yah, i find it more rewarding... exhilarating..

if only i could transmit my thoughts in here like in an instant, it'll be like twitter.

sooooo much information would've been transcribed and it would have been, crap, boring!!!

nope, i'm not a member and no plans whatsoever. ya hear that, ya facebook farm-town-fanatics??!

anyhoo, i'm ready to hit the sack yet again... i'm sore now, alright.. tomorrow, i'll swell.. cos mah muscles are gonna be bursting outta my shirt, homie!

lotsa love, babe.

Paris

hu-whow!!!

din't saw this but it kinda make me wanna cry...



whatevs!

R.I.P. M.J.

LOL!!!!

hot chills

*yawn*

i've been sleeping really early these days.. oh shit, it's time to hit the sack!

joke.

yeah, wifey told me last night i'm such a bore.

well, i told ya... it's been routine since God-knows-when.

home-work-home... wait, there's gym and bringing slash fetching Neil to and from school.

she finds me boring cos i seem to be 'content' with all the things i'm doing.. but that's not really the case.

my mind is always working.. thinking.. wandering.. busy with all the things i got myself into.

no more night life... tsk.. tsk.. tsk..

i'm just being smart. tearing myself down in the gym like almost on a daily basis, i gotta have ample amount of rest.

not only that. i've been waking up real early too. heck, that's not my style, homie.

i'm usually late.

you can call it a 180 degrees turn since i started this cool habit of workin' out.

drawbacks: a lot.

barely meet my pals... ya know, the good ol' pals that i hang out with before.

it's almost zero to nil.

i do have a few pals... those who share the same passion as me.. no depth, though.

sure, no biggy.

at least i get to socialize a bit.. share my thoughts.. open my mind.. learn.. impart.. give a bit of myself to others.. be inspired.. inspire people..

hell, this is fun, homs!

of course, i never stop there.. i hang around forums too!

and whaddyaknow??!

it's a different field now.. gotta say, i've leveled up!

quite frankly, i'm happy of how things are shaping up.. of course, there are days that's just boring cos things just seem so redundant, but who cares? i'm makin' progress...

though not in leaps and bounds... it's a slow but sure process.

if partying and going out drinking, smoking, dancing, meeting strangers and having sex is fun for ya, lemme die now.

on a second thought, it's fun to do all that once in a while.

ting! ding! ding! ding!

bed is calling... peace and love.

talk to ya later guyz!

this is it.

ey yo!

zup??

been really lazy these days. i don't feel like blogging anymore. MJ's dead. more reason not to write 'bout nothing. guess everyone already said their piece about him.

that's it. got no more to add.

i'd rather watch Ronnie Coleman train.



he's not only a freak of nature in terms of strength and size, the dude is one helluva funny guy too!

got a few of his videos... sssshhhhhh... it's a secret how i got it.

this week is de-loading week... meaning, i'd go easy in the gym and get off the fuckin' juice.. ooopppsss!! the "F" word found its way again in here.. sorry.

the juice, you ask?

just supplements, homie.. nothing to be alarm about.

oh well, it's been boring as of late. the routine i'm having these days, a vicious cycle.

what i really, really like to do right now is go somewhere far with Neil and never come back ever again... maybe live in some beach or the wilderness... away from the stress and civilization.. just explore the world and discover new things.

whatta adventure, yeah??!

but i'm being redundant.

ciao!

father time

trolling.

yerp, that's what i'm good at these days.

har.. har..

uhm, i'm having a ball with this torrent thingy.. ooopppsss!!!

piracy!!!!

oh, 'bout last week's house blessing of my gym buddy slash competitor (friendly) slash namesake, etc.

t'was awkward.

i dunno but the guy wants to be my super-friend. nah, i'm not known to be one.. i've been burned a lot with these so called "friends" before thus, my attitude.

just like Angelina Jolie, i don't trust no one. as in nada.

well, i admire his charisma... his ability to speak his mind, rather, spontaneously and i'm afraid to say, the dawg does make a lot of sense.

makes me feel less.

shet!

ok, not really. we all have our own forte.

i shine in my own little way, tell ya that... i'd love to brag about it, but it's for you to find out.

how???!

i don't know.

i am just as stranger of my own self.

it's a journey...

a continuing discovery..

learning..

but i digress.

**

i'm a snub.

even the hottest girl in the gym, they'd probably think i'm gay!

well, cos i don't make contact... not even a glance.. har har!

what for??

i'm just it.

not friendly.

but some people just couldn't resist... they make the first move.

like this week, i got a few guys come up to me and start a conversation.

one guys seyz, "you always love it there.. in the power rack, yeah?"

"yep," i said stoically.

one thing led to another, next thing i knew i'm friggin' giving him advices.

shet!

another guy saw me doin' something ridiculous (in his eyes), blurted somethin' like, "are you into powerlifting?"

"nope. i do this all for fun."

and he said, "well, i'm outta shape that's why i'm doin' some hi-repetition stuff."

at the back of my alcohol fried brain i said, "whose asking, homie?"

anyway, i said i'm just like him before.. outta shape.. as in, inside and out.

fat, drunkard, smoker (i can smell his breath 50 meters away he's been puffing marloboro!), short of breath... yadi yada..

he said, "well, don't drink, but i smoke a lot!"

there's yer answer, bubba!

quit wondering.

my bad on the drunkard part.. you look like one. hik hik!

**

another day, another foreigner came up to me and said, "whoa there mate! you train like three hours??!!"

i said, "nope. about two."

"were you in that bodybuilding seminar?" he blurted.

"nada."

he said, "well, the speaker sez one hour is more than enough... man, i'm 56, i gotta really start slow and work my way up.."

"whatever." i rolled my eyes whispering.

i did noticed how he took real good care of his joints... he kept rolling his shoulder and stretched out his arms and chest every reps.

good job!

then he mentioned that after hours of eating iron, he's freakin' hungry and who knows what the hell is goin' through his mind... what about moi... how do i deal with the pang??

i said, "well, that's why i got some sugar-coated peanuts ready for some poppin'."

"smart move!"

"gotta go now!"

i said "bye" and head down to the cardio area.

gotta get me that boom boom pow time!

priceless.

same move.. every time... right hook rollin', right hook rollin'....

Ricky Hatton Interview

wahahahahahahaha!!!!

wahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!

wahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!

happy father's day y'all!

shet!

for real.

i wanna say something out of all the BS we've talked about earlier, but i can't friggin' get my brains together.

one, i'm too drunk.

whoa!

careful now...

i wouldn't wanna spill anything stupid now, would i?

yah! yah!

we've been downing beer after beer since one o' clock... it's almost nine now.. go figure..

what's worst, i get to drive at my most weakest moments, thanks to wifey who'd rather play cards than bring me and Neil home... oh yeah, taught her how to spin the cage.

we got lost along the way... so shet, yeah?

two, t'was the first time i get to step foot in my bud's place (will explain that later when i'm sober) so, i'm not too familiar with their road network.. uhm, not when it's dark and i'm inebriated... catch my drift?

overall, t'was fun, yarp, but dangerous... adventurous... boring... awakening...

forgive me, but those i've mentioned, it all makes lotsa sense...

later.

sob... hik... yawn.. grrrr... zzzzz...

it's in the image

whew!

fever is imminent.

it's the weather.

classes had begun. well, i've been waking up early for a couple of months now. no biggy.

what i hate though is waking up late. no, it's nice to sleep a lot longer, but not during working/school days... it's frigging traffic out there and rushing to get things done is a pain in the arse.

the routine is a killer.. sleep and wake-up early (read: no more CSI's, late night documentaries at DC, etc.).. bring/fetch Neil, work, hit the gym - lift and cardio hard.. in between 'em, you wouldn't wanna know.

i don't know when i'm gonna start getting serious around here.. the cyberspace, i mean.. then maybe earn some serious moolah like the guy i read in some forum whose earning hundreds of thousands of pesos-es thanks to adsense and whatever whatchamacallit.. yarp, i'd like to be in his shoes any given Sunday.

ok, make that everyday.

shet, some people can spend loads of time doin' Facebook, Friendster, Multiply, Tweeter and all that "IN" fad of the month thingy.. whoa there, mate!

ya serious??

is that life to ya????

i'd rather go beachin'.

cruisin' on my bike with Neil out of town..

or, just read the news on the internet... yeah, that should stimulate my idle brain, i guess.

or write something here... watch movies.. listen to music.. sleep.

i find 'em more productive.

but that's just me, homs.

sip.. surf.. Zzzzzz...

she

lets perk it up!

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now, lets talk about training now, shall we?

i wasn't gonna go to the gym today cos i had a bad case of sleep deprivation, thanks to wifey and Neil partying 'til 1am, got me all worried waiting for their asses to arrive.

ended up sipping a few glasses of vodka to sorta calm me down.

they arrived, thank you. was able to hit the sack around 2am.

ended up taking a half day leave from work and argued with myself no end whether i should hit the iron or just call it a day.

i choose the former.

man!!!!

my dumbbell (DB) press is still stuck at 90 pounds. what am i to do? do it three days per week. by week three, i should set a new personal record (PR).

hopefully.

the rest of the big guns had gone up considerably. squats and deadlifts are almost at 400 pounds, barbell (BB) row's over 200 pounds.

looking good, yeah?

the presses, however, are my waterloo.

well, i guess, i can't have 'em all, is it?

but i'll push it.

lookin' forward.

My fake plastic love

oh man! don't wanna talk about that darn love thang...



best of luck though.

almonds

*chuckle*

*sniff*

*sniff*

*gulp*

*sarcasm mode: on*

*sarcasm mode: off*


what's the point?

none really.

just messing around.

am really hungry, dawg.

but the food in the fridge: frozen.

i'd like to defrost 'em fast... no, make that super fast!

but the microwave's broken!

sheeeet!

what's left to do?

oatmeal.

boil 'em a bit, mix 'em all up and voila!

meal is prepared.

then again, gotta wait for it to cool down.

nuts would have been great... ya know, tide things over.

... and keep me from getting NUTS due to hunger!

tsk.. tsk..

gawd, sucks to be alone, ey?!

is this an oven or a washing machine??