stay alive.

my BP has gone haywire. along with being superstrong and well, HUGE, there's a price to pay. i think it's high time to change the phase. it's not healthy. admittedly, this was my goal - to get freakin' strong especially with the bench cos that's where i'm weak at. as a rule, being large and strong is relative. you don't become stronger by being puny, little pansie although there are a few people who are an exception.


so, having HBP is a bummer. i eat mostly fish though occasionally i'd go have a few servings of that fatty part: the head. it's crazy how much fat you can get when you eat that part of the fish especially the large ones.


anyhow, Taylor Swift is blasting on my boom-box (lol!).. i'm having a hard time bringing myself to a point. so, later again?


chill and stay out of trouble, boys and girls.

marry the night

we was gonna go party-party tonight but my pal had me waiting for hours, motha... no can't be. honestly, i look forward to weekends since i've started going out again a few months back. i'm kinda awed when i see them beautiful ladies ramping around waltzing on our way.. really, it's like all these flashy cars such as a lambo or a porsche or them h1's or that lincoln stretch, man, you only see them beauties at night!

i kinda feel young again and my heart beats as fast as 'em that furious flick...

but waiting isn't one of my best virtues. i just go impatient and bored... i think about my little baby and i feel really bad that i'm wasting away time being away from her sweet little smile (though i was watching that documentary Fat, Sick & Nearly Dead. an eye opener. you should watch it) whilst waiting for his shift to conclude... feels like a desperate girlfriend waiting for Romeo to finally arrive.

so yeah, i go "lets do this some other time, bud." besides, there's still work tomorrow and we'd usually finish our little adventure in the wee hours of the morning... usually hammered and all, as useless.

i can, though, trade all that fun with a simple cuddlin' with my little baby or spend it with my grown up kid, Neil messing with them bad guys playin' Call of Duty. we kinda compete who gets to win or has more kills... while i sip some GrandMa.. no, that grandma, ya creep, it's that brandy!

anyhow, when time and opportunity permits, i'd still go out and hang around... strut 'em biceps for all to see.. ha ha!!

speaking of biceps, i haven't done any direct bicep exercise for, like a month or two now. i've focus on getting my bench numbers up.. i gotta say, i've upped my stats on that lift and not only that, i've somehow perfected the proper form of doing it. i can honestly say that before this year ends, notwithstanding injuries or whatnot, i'm gonna hit 250 pounds... that's my modest forecast. and that 120 pounds of dumbbells sitting around there barely used, it'll be mine... i will own that darn weight.

so God help me.

now that i've mentioned God, though there were times i doubted Him, i gotta say that when i called His name for help (aren't we like that? calling God when we're stuck on a foxhole or in difficult times?), He almost always does.



thank you, thank you good Lord above.