all is well that ends well...

NOT!!!

my situation is really hard.. tell you that..

softhead surrounds me these days... non-sensical when you talk to them.. better talk to a stone, at least, it stays still and wouldn't budge.. not that i mind if someone does but at least, they listen and listen well.

yeah, yeah.. life is what you make it.

moving on..

i need money!!! HELP!!!

for real.

i guess all that surging oil, rice and those friggin' basic commodities are starting to hurt my pocket real good.. like my wallet is on a very strict diet now...ggrrrrr!!

heck, i need some serious money-generating scheme to get me outta this stinkin' foxhole, dammit!

“goosfraba....”

“goosfraba....”

“goosfraba....”

ok, ok.. i'm relax now.. chilled to the bone..

don't wanna stress myself with that... life's too short, homs..

anyway, i'm happy to be able to do some serious "dipping" yesterday.. i had to take this exercise off my routine cos my shoulder hurts and i'm having trouble executing it without nearly fainting near the end...

but it's back!

ok, i'm not getting any lighter but i sure am getting soooo much stronger cos i can now do more pull-ups and chin-ups... that's aside from the dips, momma!

great!

those exercise mentioned above is one way to measure what a "real guy" a man is made, honey.. if he can't carry himself, much less, you.. plain and simple.

once when i started working my close-grip bench press, my tricep started to get stronger and stronger.. then i also needed to work on my weak points.. those that i mentioned above, they were a burden for me to do.. it's hard to pull myself up and so much harder to push myself up (dips) that's why i never like those darn exercises.. thus, in order for me to improve, i needed to really concentrate on them.. like doing 'em almost every other day!

by the way, my deadlift had reached 300lbs since three weeks ago.. so stale, eh? my squat is a work in progress (50lbs more and it'll be 300!) while my bench press (peg at 200lbs, 220lbs with some sissy spotter) would probably improve as i do more dips week-in, week-out... i'll add weights to my dips as time progress.

yet, i'm not even having the best supplement the planet can offer.. like those guys at a bodybuilding show last Saturday night. dude, they look like monsters! they epitome the meathead folks down under..

gotta look for some image/s of that competition somewhere.. sucks actually.. cos we didn't have our dang camera that night!!

UPDATE:

now here's the LINK.

thanks, dick!

wazzup?? wazzup??

nah... nothing much..

except for some serious row with wifey and family... and, some crap still hanging on my shoulders.. everything's fine, thank you.

ok, i'm drunk.. gotta STOP this madness called "blogging.."

but really, the row was nasty i just want a legal separation like pronto!!... vanish and start all over.. it's that BAD, homs...

gotta drink s'more... drown my, uhm, predicament then hope that when i wake up or when the smoke clears, everything will be brand new... clean and dandy... like everything was just a bad dream..

keep chowing down, though.

OUT.

uhm.... right now nothing tickles my fancy.. so i'm zipping it.

but, things are goin' great somewhere.. nah, talk about it later.

keep rockin'!!

long story, short

whoa!

nice to end the week with a bang, eh!

both work and "play." i call my training "play" cos i enjoy the exhilaration, the gasping for air and the soaking sweaty feeling.. not to mention, the pain during and after the session..

i know.. i know..

it's sickening to be me.. haha!

Neil, my son is taking summer classes.. some language, speed math and some arts. i haven't seen him for quite sometime being excited in school... only now.

actually, he studied at STI since grade I, if my memory serves me right. i think they have a nice system going there.. quite advance for an elementary, but....

what's abominable about the whole thing is they don't have a lot of experienced teacher. meaning, they don't know how to deal with kids like Neil whose a hyper and a little bit on the naughty side.

not only that, they give assignments that literally makes the parents (or whoever that is) do the teacher's job. several pages of this subject, a few here, a tad there.. man, are they kidding?!

what's more, the kid won't have time to play anymore since he'll immersed doing all that BS school work at home.. basically, what they're doing is taking away the fun of going to school.

since both me and wifey are too busy with our own work and business, respectively, we opted to hire a tutor who teaches at their school, but only to find out that they didn't do some assignment or finish their much needed lessons to be studied... cos they "ran out of time.."

so, given that Neil's score and grades are declining steadily, expectedly, his self-confidence went downhill from thereon.. what added more pain to injury, we as parents were pretty much remiss in our duty to monitor his activities in school... why is that you ask? our home is pretty far away from where we work so we barely visits his teacher and keeping tracks of his activities in there..

he practically made a 360 degree turn in terms of his performance as well as his behavior that i was just complete taken aback by the feedbacks i get from his teachers.

my God, we've created a monster!!!

joke.

anyway, the problem was compounded by a lotsa things and i, his father, take responsibility for whatever he's become. but, the school's system made things even worst.

get this, the first honor student would sleep around 1am just to finish her homework. she's an honor student alright but geez, where's the fun there? and here's more, the second honor student's mom swayed us to move with them to another school cos she can no longer stomach doing all the "teaching" through the assignments passed on by the teacher.. she ends up yelling her kid when he doesn't get the lesson right away, and in her most frustrating moment, hurts him.

there's still plenty of story to tell here but i gotta save that for tomorrow... cos i'm dead tired, homs.

ciao!

PS

forgive the typo errors... i'm about to ZZzzzzzz

John Wayne

this is not good... at least for my workout schedules.

i've been hitting the gym a little later for quite sometime now. not only it gets jam packed in there, deep in the night i'd have trouble getting a good night sleep.

i dunno, so don't ask me why!

thus, my rest and recovery: jeopardize.

hhhmmmm... need to devise a new plan, bud.

meanwhile, earlier, i only worked the abs. though it's tempting to "get down to business" right away (read: heavy duty lifting), but i opted to back off.. in two days time (monday & tuesday) i already accomplished all exercises that i need to get done for the week... yesterday, in fact, i had a killer workout.. i hit my shoulders, biceps and back.. i was sweating all over and i bet i stink!

i hate elaborating but doing back exercises alone could zap your energy within minutes, thus, throwing in some shoulder and bicep exercises into the mix could literally kill you... felt like i'm close to vomiting yesterday.. not to mention, my head started to ache a little bit.. i believe holding my breath often during the execution of heavy exercise/s led to that nauseating, achy feeling..

anyhoo, i really could use the challenge.

overall, it was good.. and that's the reason i need to rest most muscles, joints, tendons, etc. today in order to promote healing and growth...

but...

tomorrow, all hell will break loose again in the gym... watch me as i unleash all my powers! GGggRRrrRRrr!!!! AaaWWWooo!! AaaWWWooo!!

just psyching myself up, homs.. you should watch me here slapping my face! haha!


in the meantime....

gotta watch The Contender Asia later...

so, GO!!!

i must.

fud

thank you for the rain good Lord. it's been hot since the summer started and any rain that come my way, even if it literally pours down on me while riding on my bike or it would cause some serious drippings in our house' ceiling.. thanks to some screw up from whoever that is... still and all, thank you for the rain, God.

now, i'd love to open up with all of you out there whoever you are, but unfortunately, i'm sooo bad at "story-telling" only my son, Neil subscribes to my BS... whenever i put him into sleep he would beg me to continue the "series" of my invented story and would intently listen 'til i say, "To be continued..."

so seriously, i just suck in that department.

thus, when i bumped into Bryan's blog last saturday, i was just blown away. i mean, the guys speaks from the heart, unadulterated, so raw, wide open and "in-your-face" kinda way i got hooked the moment i started reading...

on the other hand, i also like to keep a lot of things to myself... sooo many things. when it's time to "come out" and spill everything out, then i can honestly say "I am free."

and yeah, i'm too lazy and too tied up with so many personal issues i wouldn't wanna say a "tell-all-tale" half assed... thus dishing out something too personal for yours truly entails a lot of effort and finesse to even start somewhere.. sigh.

i am also torn between privacy and being liberated... 'til i figure that out, i'll continue whining this way... tu capisci?

that's italian, homs..

time to zip it.

lemme redirect you...

i don't care if you'd STOP reading my blog in lieu of THIS one... he just started blogging last month and reportedly, his site's hits already reached millions!

whoa!

mine's just a fraction of that.

puny.

now get on with..

and have fun!

P.S.

it's best if you start reading from the very beginning to know the background of the whole mess.. err, i mean, story.

you know the drill, right?

..or do i have to spell it out for you?

euphemism

what the hell is going on with the world today?

soaring gas prices...

rice shortages...

prices of basic commodities will also rise very soon...

people masturbating in public?

gangs shooting on each other and innocent bystanders...

teenage pregnancy on the rise (our place would probably rank in the upper half)..

traffic all over the place..

etc.. etc.. etc..

man, man, man!!!

some bad luck is on a rampage here... or is it even luck?

tsk.. tsk..

guess the world is being sodomized, eh?

or maybe it's the wickedness?

aaahhhhh... whatever..

somehow reading all this stuff and actually experiencing the difficulties first hand just bums me out and messes up my day... not to mention, my work had been increasingly taxing it's getting strenuous to get things done... must be the reason why i've been constantly late for work for months now, thus the memo..

getaway from me, Satan!!!

...switching channel in a huff.

Important Announcement

soooo many thoughts flying around my brain... but.. i'll collect 'em all later.. gotta work.. then sweat.. then maybe.. if i still have some mojo left.. i can.. uhm.. maybe get myself together.. summon some strength from thee Almighty.. and post something relevant..


..other than this CRAP you're reading... gotcha! *wink* *wink*

more....

whackouts!

Bleeding Love

love this song...

Leona Lewis - Bleeding Love [2007][SkidVid]_XviD
Uploaded by persian_babe

what can i say... i'm in touch with my feminine side, homs...

If I Had Eyes

reminds me of my pal, Louie... he kinda look and move like Jack..

meat is a good

ON.

now that's what i call an explosive performance!

yeah.. yeah.. i worked it earlier and it was better.. sooo much better than yesterday. the drawback, well, it had to be done otherwise i'd over train my chest and shoulders, so i only had "pull" workouts today...

looking forward to get some good massage later.. i really, really could use one.

it's actually routine for me many Saturdays since... getting a full body massage is heaven, homs..

go ahead, reward yourself... have a good one, beyb..

gotta clear my head and get myself together now.. my testosterone level at this point is just way down low..





OFF.

gibberish

off... my workout today was totally OFF!

i was advise by my conscience to take a rest but i went on and hit the dang iron again... why the rest, you ask? cos i hit my shoulders really hard yesterday.. like there was no tomorrow, that's why!

well, i didn't thought it was that much work i did cos i do these things week-in, week-out.. i guess yesterday was an exception.. it definitely is one helluva routine i did and i'm still reeling from the muscle pain right now..

i might hit the gym again tomorrow as i wasn't satisfied with my workout earlier... usually i take weekends off but since Monday is a holiday and my erstwhile performance was a so-so, i'm seriously thinking about a grand training soon... uhm, yeah, like tomorrow?

what i've been doing now is a tad different and a little bit out of ordinary.. whereas people in the gym usually do a few sets and repetitions then take loads of rest, i do the opposite... i do more sets and repetitions then minimize rest.. now that just fries my muscles like frankfurter.. in fact, the sore feeling doesn't subside sooner than expected... and yet i've been hitting the gym for over a year now and as most people in my gym expects, they or their muscle had adapted to the constant stimulation.. but that's not how it's supposed to work, numskull! NO! NO! NO!

when your muscle is able to adapt, it wouldn't grow no more, thickhead!

you have to change your routine when that happens, otherwise, don't expect progress anytime soon...

thus, for me to be sore each time is a sign of growth... my muscles had been subjected to a new stimuli and it's definitely scrambling to adapt.. but not so fast, ding-dong!

nuf with the rant, eh?

***

actually, i think better when i'm away from this paleolithic PC.. so that's exactly what i'm gonna do.. get away from this rubbish...

chillin' out.

dead eye

steroids!!!

steroids!!!

yeah, that's the buzz word in the gym lately... the pricks who had been yelling those doesn't have the slight idea how the person looks if he's on it. ahhh life...

"People are people so why should it be.. You and I should get along so awfully..." as Depeche Mode sung it... and nailed it!

oh well.

wonder how would those "fitness" people in some other gym react if they see somebody (like me, perhaps) hoist those heavy dumbbells or barbells up easily... they can shut their piehole cos they have no idea how hard it is and what work it took to get to that level of strength... you need to do a lot of reading, homie and then make your own body your laboratory... meaning experiment, capish?

the thought of top bodybuilders dying at a very young age due to steroid use or getting sooo sick because of that darn "special supplement" just scares the crap out of me... i'm getting stronger, alright but i ain't have that body of a bodybuilder yet... y'know, that well sculpted, cut and dry physique..




no plans to be like that... i'm taking the long and hard way.. doesn't matter.. this isn't some kinda race, right?

slumbery and out.

Whack Outs!

i was at CITOM earlier this week and as i was walking around their vicinity, i saw these vehicles and i thought i should snap 'em up... i'm always on the road almost everyday... this things are "peanuts" to me.. i've witnessed even worst.. so if i get to snap more, i just might make a blog for these whack out vehicles..

by the way, i checked the mileage of that underbone bike and the poor thing only had around 300kms on its speedometer.. whew! tough luck.

wonder what happened to the driver, huh?

Bruce Almighty

wow!!

this week was hell..

glad it was over.. after sweating it out under the sun, got a few things at work done.. happy me!

a few weights had been lifted off my shoulders.. i hope it'll be smoother next week.. ok, lemme try again... that i'll be even more brawny over whatever comes my way.. so help me God.

***

it's summer and so many invitations comin' my way... beach everywhere, huh?

nice.. nice..

last Sunday we did went to the beach "cos it's Easter Sunday and we really need to be at some beach" during that day.. well, i knew we were looking for trouble cos that's what millions of people think too... take a dip!

and so it was one helluva pain to look for a "decent" place to "sink and swim."

parking was heavy and some resort actually had to turn down many beach-goers cos they could not accommodate more people in..

we found one a few kilometers away from our usual beach destination.. kinda weird cos this beach isn't full yet.. i think most people don't know it's a resort as it had a peculiar setting... just.

anyway, lucky us... but we just settled for the "table and chairs" package as these SOB businessmen charges ridiculous rental fees during the season... dontcha just wanna bury those pricks, eh?

i'm a little picky when it comes to beaches... if it ain't deep enough or near-immaculate, i'd rather "people-watch" or just hang around drinking cheap brandy.. sooo much better, mate!

but what i really like is to island hop... the beaches on the other side are much clearer and if you opt to stop a few meters away from the shore, ocean deep, honey!

we didn't have that yet but i think before this summer's over, we'll most likely have done it.

***

i have standing invites from Sales to go out tonight in some "night swimming and drinking galore" but i'd most likely not butt in.. another invite from a good friend and one of our manager, Eugene, that we'd hit the beach tomorrow... of course, there'd be a lot of drinking rampage and excessive indulgence of food... knowing him, he just loves to eat you can tell just by looking at his humungous frame.. loony me, i'm unperturbed.

oh shit, i just elevated my "anti-social" status to a few notch higher.. whatever.

i guess this is it. my social life, as i had projected it, will continue to slip little by little until nobody gives a damn about inviting me.. oh, i didn't made it to my friend's wedding last month too.. great!!

talk about nosedive... pity.

sorry.. sorry.. sorry.. my sincere apologies to you all..

keep your parties up while i sulk in the gym... i want it, i like it, i meant it this way...

i'd like to hang around people who will accelerate my progress, not stand in my way. partying up (and the likes) will definitely hamper whatever growth i accrued..

hhhhmmmm... next thoughts please!

***

now for the gym story, i think i won a few fans yesterday when i started doing my thing.. hehe

particularly this Japanese guy who trains with his Filipina wife and some relatives.. he got the surprise of his life when i started benching 200lbs. and then right after, without taking a rest i hoisted the heaviest dumbbells up for my incline press routine... not only that, i went on to deadlift over 200lbs. and top it all doin' dumbbell rows! all this i did in almost zero to nil rest... how ya like that, huh?

he was pretty impressed he had to clap and cheer me up for my reps.. personally, i've been to many gyms before, but modesty aside, i have yet to see one who works out as hard as me... and, the results are coming in, baby!

i'm looking boxy these days...


Good Time = Just Messing Around


and then last night, i paid a visit to my barber.. the best part of our session usually happen towards the end as he usually gives me a nice "quickie" massage to my back and arms... whenever he does that he'd usually ask me if i'm still "working out."

to sorta give him a "good time," i'd usually say nope i've been off of it and all i've been doing is now "drink, dine and be merry..."

"you're kidding, right?" he asked after going through my arms.. i'm close to burst in laughter here but i had to hold it off... and when he pressed into my traps, i can almost hear him say, "you messin' with me, boy?"

anyway, he went on and even had the gall to ask me if i could flex my biceps.. i bet what's playing on his mind at that moment was what i'm saying couldn't be further from the truth.. and i sheepishly went on and gave him a fake squeeze.. damn, the prick ain't buyin' it.. haha!

note: after frying my biceps last Wednesday, it had grown wickedly big as of this writing.

so our session went on and he told me he had a size 16' biceps and i kept on patronizing him (for "good time" sake) that yeah, he's got some big bi's, eh! "mine is probably smaller than yours, Bruce..." i aversely told him. and he said, "your forearms are probably bigger than mine.."

Bruce.. Bruce.. you pansy! you have no friggin' idea what i do for pastime, bhoy!

here's a sneak peek, picture this: you'll be gasping for air, in pain, sweating like hell and it surely ain't fun most of the time...

but i do it anyway.

next time i get a haircut everything will be bigger and harder Bruce... and i'm still gonna give you s'more good time... heee heee heee

hope you're ready, homes!



but i dig thee great Bruce...




and my barber, Bruce...

they're both entertaining.

gross

still busy, homs..

am still trying to get my bearings with the added work i have to do.. not to mention, i'm still bangin' irons like hell.. i just scorched my biceps yesterday.. fried would be an understatement..

i'm still focused with all these training thingy.. this is definitely one area i can go on doing forever..

meanwhile, i am doing something nice but on the other hand i'm a total failure.. gotta get this balancing act together or it'll be a disaster in the making when the time comes... geez, you wouldn't wanna know the "juicy" details, i bet..

10,000 BC

haller!

haller!

haaaaaa!!

got to stay positive.. life's short, hombre!

tons of work ahead but this is my "drift moments" thus, this.

so many stories.. so little time..

the beach.. the tooth.. brandy bingin'... PC gamin'... dog playin'..

the list could go on forever, comrades!!

but later, alligator.. har! har!


do remember one thing:




life is good.

Happy Easter!

.... but on with the dramz..