finally did the front squat yesterday. it wasn't tough but neither easy. i had the idea of hitting 'em, the front quads, when i hooked up with my bodybuilding friend, rex. he's due to compete months from now.. we talk about a lot of things.. this dude is pretty much into that "clean living" thingy as he's too focus on building his physique and his dogs... he breeds 'em and he in fact, was the source of my dobey, ramboo.
so, we discuss about a lot of things.. well, mostly, bodybuilding and dogs. whenever we'd meet, he'd oftentimes invite me over his house where his gym is also situated.. i actually had the 'honor' of sweating it out there.. that was when i had no prior knowledge whatsoever how to go around the iron thing.. his place is much better now. the cons: too far to where i usually travel and there's just few people who'd be willing to go to the distance with me.. meaning, serious gym rats: one in a million.
anyway, rex won some contest, lost in a few, placed second or third... he's got some decent stage appearances under his belt, thus, anything he'd suggest, i'd be willing to try just for kicks..
for the nth time that he had invited me over, i just might pop in his place again one of these days..
so yesterday, i tried warming up my legs using the front squat exercise... good, i can do it.. no problem. i can only muster about 120lbs of it but for the main sets, i got to 220lbs. well, the reason i'm plateaued at that weight is because i'm doing it after hitting my chest, shoulders and triceps.. in other words, i only have a few more oxygens and testosterones by the time i'm about to do my leg work.. leftover energy, honey..
things are going good with my gym sessions.. i'd still get that "marvel look" from people i barely know and some gym mates who had been away for a while.. i think i deserved the compliments but that won't make me go complacent.. in fact, i'm devising new techniques to improve my sessions in the gym..
on the downside, my son, Neil, is growing every inch a bratty kid.. though psychologist says we shouldn't whop our child, i'd occasionally do that to remind him he's not getting away with all the foolishness or the naughty things he does.. and even though it hurts me to do that, i gotta. i've pretty much dealt with him the best i know i could but he just sometimes take the wrong turn, and my patience, as with all other people in the world, they do ran out.. so, it's the last resort and when i'm really, really running out of options to deal with him.. so sorry kiddo.
one thing that made him act like that is because he's surrounded with a lot of people who, forgive the word, "strokes his dick." you know, spoon feed, baby sit, bathes and dresses him up.. as he is the only grand child and the 'heir apparent' of this small clan.. his head is starting to swell i need to remind him sometimes, just to get his feet back on the ground, that i don't give a rats if he is my only son.. heck, i could "sperminate" other women if your mother can't bore me another spawn, bhoy!
kidding aside, i really hope he'd heed my advice and focus.. he needs all that at this age as no one among the family, except my sis and my bro, modesty aside and pun intended, are sensible and reasonable enough to give him proper advice/guidance..
need to get my power nap pronto... chiao!
Monday, January 14, 2008
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Saturday, January 12, 2008
bam!
was lookin for my Heat VCD (yeah, didn't have the DVD yet) but couldn't find it.. somebody borrowed but kept it to himself.. i know you, man.. return it or we'll have some serious shootout later.. anyhoo, love this part of the movie..
this one, larry phillips jr and emil matasareanu shooting it out with the cops in north hollywood "Heat" style... some portion of the video were actual footage while the others, reenactment... saw the documentary recently thanks to National Geographic Channel..
i bet, my pal, Earl V. would love to scream it out with the background music...
the saner version above..
this one, larry phillips jr and emil matasareanu shooting it out with the cops in north hollywood "Heat" style... some portion of the video were actual footage while the others, reenactment... saw the documentary recently thanks to National Geographic Channel..
i bet, my pal, Earl V. would love to scream it out with the background music...
the saner version above..
Voodoo Chile
the late Stevie Ray Vaughan... i'm getting high with all the riffs, meyt!! hhuuwwwaaa!!
Friday, January 11, 2008
bad
i'm soooo in a bad mood today... family problem.. don't ask.
anyway, it's new year and expectedly, a lot of people flock to the churches this time of the year.. the Pastor said it is "normal." oh yeah, i did go to a fellowship last Sunday.. i'm planning to go back and do it as often as i could..
then the gym saw more people enrolling and some who had been away for months coming around again..
New Year's resolution again?
so you have a resolution or resolutions for the new year? well, keep it to yourself, mario. no one gives two shits about your dumb plans and wishy-washy promises. least of all, moi.
seriously, if i hear/read one more asshead speak of plans to quit drinking or eating too much, and "get in shape" in 2008, i'm gonna mess up someone's kitchen.
face facts. if you were going to make it happen you wouldn't feel the need to announce it to everyone at every opportunity.
either do it or don't do it, but keep the resolutions to yourself.. comprende?
i'm having a real bad day today and i'm gonna vent all of my anger to those darn irons later... gggggrrrrrrrr!!!!
anyway, it's new year and expectedly, a lot of people flock to the churches this time of the year.. the Pastor said it is "normal." oh yeah, i did go to a fellowship last Sunday.. i'm planning to go back and do it as often as i could..
then the gym saw more people enrolling and some who had been away for months coming around again..
New Year's resolution again?
so you have a resolution or resolutions for the new year? well, keep it to yourself, mario. no one gives two shits about your dumb plans and wishy-washy promises. least of all, moi.
seriously, if i hear/read one more asshead speak of plans to quit drinking or eating too much, and "get in shape" in 2008, i'm gonna mess up someone's kitchen.
face facts. if you were going to make it happen you wouldn't feel the need to announce it to everyone at every opportunity.
either do it or don't do it, but keep the resolutions to yourself.. comprende?
i'm having a real bad day today and i'm gonna vent all of my anger to those darn irons later... gggggrrrrrrrr!!!!
Obesity now a 'lifestyle' choice for Americans, expert says
hhuuuwwwhhaaatttt???
that would mean more friggin difficulty bending down, going up the stairs, walking a few meters, and well, your sex life goin downhill.. duh, whatever floats your boat, bubba!
hhuuuwwwhhaaatttt???
that would mean more friggin difficulty bending down, going up the stairs, walking a few meters, and well, your sex life goin downhill.. duh, whatever floats your boat, bubba!
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Wednesday, January 09, 2008
Merry Christmas, Bob
i so dig this article.. read on.. ya might like it too..
****
"So, what are you doing for a living these days?" Bob asked me. We're sitting on the couch at one of those tedious holiday get-togethers, you know, the ones where you're supposed to be nice to family members you never see except during major holidays and funerals. I think Bob is my wife's brother-in-law's second cousin or something.
"I'm the assistant editor and a writer for Testosterone magazine," I say. Bob looks at me with a blank expression on his face, as if I'd just told him I sell handmade testicle warmers beside the freeway and was looking to open franchises across the nation.
"It's a bodybuilding magazine," I say.
Blank expression. Deer caught in the headlights. Ronnie Coleman doing trigonometry.
"Oh," Bob finally says, "I heard you were, like, one of those bodybuilder guys or something. So, what's that like, you know, working out every day and stuff? I just don't have time to lift weights all day, but I have been meaning to get rid of this beer belly." He takes another sip of beer. "What do you suggest?" Sip.
At first I was a little offended. I wanted to grab him up and say, "You can't tell I'm a bodybuilder?! Look at my ass! Now, if that's not a nice round squat-built piece of sirloin, I don't know what is! You think that comes naturally? I can crack walnuts with this puppy! Wanna see? Huh, punk? Do ya? Do ya?"
Then I realize this just might cause a scene and could cost me several Christmas presents. I was planning on returning any presents I got and using the money to buy a power rack, so I didn't want to jeopardize this gift getting opportunity. I also realized that old Bob probably had a certain preconceived image of a bodybuilder and I just didn't fit that image. I'm not gorilla huge; I weigh about 205 at 5'11" right now. (When I first started lifting I was a pudgy 159, so that's not too shabby.) Also, I wasn't wearing clown pants, a fluorescent string tank top, a hanky on my head and one of those little fanny packs. And isn't that what real bodybuilders are supposed to wear?
Bob continued to sit there drinking his Natural Light, smoking a cigarette and waiting for an answer, oblivious to the fact that he'd come this close to seeing some serious walnut- crunching ass power. I tried to figure out how I could explain to the average guy what the typical T-Man does and why he does it. How could I get him to understand what it is we do, how we feel, how we live? So I took a deep breath and told him something like this:
"Well, Bob, I guess you could use the term bodybuilder if you really need a label for what it is we do. Most of us actually don't stand on stage and compete, though. We lift weights and manipulate our diets so that we'll look good naked. Sure, it's healthy too, and we'll probably live a longer and more productive life than the average guy, but mostly it's about the naked thing. Truthfully, it goes beyond even that.
"Let's be honest here. We do it because of people like you, Bob. We look at you sitting there with your gut hanging over your belt and we watch you grunt and groan just getting out of a chair. Guys like you are our inspiration, Bob. You're better than Anthony Robbins, Bill Phillips, Deepak Chopra, and Zig fucking Ziglar all wrapped up into one. We love it when guys like you talk about not having time to exercise. Every time we see you munching on a bag of potato chips, you inspire us. You're my shot in the arm, Bob, my living and breathing wake-up call, my own personal success coach.
"You want to know what it is we do? We overcome. We're too busy to train, too, but we overcome. We're too busy to prepare healthy meals and eat them five or six times a day, but we overcome. We can't always afford supplements, our genetics aren't perfect, and we don't always feel like going to the gym. Some of us used to be just like you, Bob, but guess what? We've overcome.
"We like to watch 'normal' people like you tell us about how they can't get in shape. We smile and nod sympathetically like we feel your pain, but actually, we're thinking that you're a pathetic piece of shit that needs to grow a spine and join a gym. You smile sheepishly and say that you just can't stay motivated and just can't stand that feeling of being sore. (For some reason you think that admitting your weaknesses somehow justifies them.) We listen to you bitch and moan. We watch you look for the easy way out. Because of people like you, Bob, we never miss a workout.
"You ask us for advice about diet and training and usually we politely offer some guidance, but deep inside we know you won't take our advice. You know that too. We smile and say, 'Hope that helps. Good luck,' but actually we're thinking, 'Boy, it would suck to be you.' We know that 99% of people won't listen to us. Once they hear that it takes hard work, sacrifice and discipline, they stop listening and tune us out.
"We know they wanted us to say that building a great body is easy, but it just isn't. This did not take five minutes a day on a TorsoTrack. We did not get this way in 12 short weeks using a Bowflex and the Suzanne Somers' 'Get Skinny' diet. A good body does not cost five easy payments of $39.95.
"We like it that while you're eating a candy bar and drinking Mountain Dew, we're sucking down a protein shake. You see, that makes it taste even better to us. While you're asleep we're either getting up early or staying up late, hitting the iron, pushing ourselves, learning, succeeding and failing and rising above the norm with every rep. Can you feel that, Bob? Can you relate? No? Good. This wouldn't be half as fun if you could.
"We do it because we absolutely and totally get off on it. We do it because people like you, Bob, either can't or won't. We do it because what we do in the gym transfers over into the rest of our lives and changes us, physically, mentally, maybe even spiritually. We do it because it beats watching fishing and golf on TV. By the way, do you know what it's like to turn the head of a beautiful woman because of the way you're built? It feels good, Bob. Damned good.
"When we're in the gym, we're in this indescribable euphoria zone. It's a feeling of being on, of being completely alive and aware. If you haven't been there, then it's like trying to describe color to a person who's been blind since birth. Within this haze of pleasure and pain, there's knowledge and power, self-discipline and self-reliance. If you do it long enough, Bob, there's even enlightenment. Sometimes, the answers to questions you didn't even know you had are sitting there on those rubber mats, wrapped up in a neat package of iron plates and bars.
"Want to lose that beer belly, Bob? I have a nutty idea. Put down the fucking beer. I'll tell you what, Bob. Christmas morning I'm getting up real early and hitting the iron. I want to watch my daughter open her presents and spend the whole day with her, so this is the only time I have to train. The gym will be closed, so I'm going out in my garage to workout. You be at my house at six in the morning, okay? I'll be glad to help you get started on a weight training program. It'll be colder than Hillary Clinton's coochie in there, so dress warm.
"But let me tell you something, Bob. If you don't show up, don't bother asking me again. And don't you ever sit there and let me hear you bitch about your beer belly again. This is your chance, your big opportunity to break out of that rut. If you don't show up, Bob, you've learned a very important lesson about yourself, haven't you? You won't like that lesson.
"You won't like that feeling in the pit of your stomach either or that taste in your mouth. It will taste worse than defeat, Bob. Defeat tastes pretty goddamned nasty, but what you'll be experiencing will be much worse. It will be the knowledge that you're weak, mentally and physically. What's worse is that you'll have accepted that feeling. The feeling will always be with you. In the happiest moments of your life, it'll be there, lying under the surface like a malignant tumor. Ignore it at your own peril, Bob.
"Don't look at me like that either. This just may be the best Christmas present you'll get this year. Next Christmas, Bob, when I see you again, I'm going to be a little bigger, a little stronger, and a little leaner. What will you be? Will you still be making excuses? This is a gift, Bob, from me to you. I'm giving you the chance to look fate in those pretty eyes of hers and say, 'Step off, bitch. This is my party and you're not invited.' What do you say, Bob? Monday, Christmas morning, 6am, my house. The ball's in your court."
Okay, so maybe that's not the exact words I used with Bob, but you get the picture. Will Bob show up Monday? I don't know, but I kind of doubt it. In fact, Bob will probably take me off his Christmas card list. He probably thinks I've got "too much Testosterone," like that's a bad thing. I think Bob is just stuck in a rut, and as the saying goes, the only difference between a rut and a grave is depth.
The way out of the rut is to make major changes in your life, most of which won't be too pleasant in the beginning. The opportunity to make those changes seldom comes as bluntly as I put it to Bob. Most of the time, that opportunity knocks very softly. What I did was basically give Bob a verbal slap in the face. You can react two ways to a slap. You can get angry at the person doing the slapping, or you can realize that he was just trying to get you to wake up and focus on what you really want and, more importantly, what it'll take to get it.
****
Merry Christmas, Bob
by Chris Shugart
by Chris Shugart
"So, what are you doing for a living these days?" Bob asked me. We're sitting on the couch at one of those tedious holiday get-togethers, you know, the ones where you're supposed to be nice to family members you never see except during major holidays and funerals. I think Bob is my wife's brother-in-law's second cousin or something.
"I'm the assistant editor and a writer for Testosterone magazine," I say. Bob looks at me with a blank expression on his face, as if I'd just told him I sell handmade testicle warmers beside the freeway and was looking to open franchises across the nation.
"It's a bodybuilding magazine," I say.
Blank expression. Deer caught in the headlights. Ronnie Coleman doing trigonometry.
"Oh," Bob finally says, "I heard you were, like, one of those bodybuilder guys or something. So, what's that like, you know, working out every day and stuff? I just don't have time to lift weights all day, but I have been meaning to get rid of this beer belly." He takes another sip of beer. "What do you suggest?" Sip.
At first I was a little offended. I wanted to grab him up and say, "You can't tell I'm a bodybuilder?! Look at my ass! Now, if that's not a nice round squat-built piece of sirloin, I don't know what is! You think that comes naturally? I can crack walnuts with this puppy! Wanna see? Huh, punk? Do ya? Do ya?"
Then I realize this just might cause a scene and could cost me several Christmas presents. I was planning on returning any presents I got and using the money to buy a power rack, so I didn't want to jeopardize this gift getting opportunity. I also realized that old Bob probably had a certain preconceived image of a bodybuilder and I just didn't fit that image. I'm not gorilla huge; I weigh about 205 at 5'11" right now. (When I first started lifting I was a pudgy 159, so that's not too shabby.) Also, I wasn't wearing clown pants, a fluorescent string tank top, a hanky on my head and one of those little fanny packs. And isn't that what real bodybuilders are supposed to wear?
Bob continued to sit there drinking his Natural Light, smoking a cigarette and waiting for an answer, oblivious to the fact that he'd come this close to seeing some serious walnut- crunching ass power. I tried to figure out how I could explain to the average guy what the typical T-Man does and why he does it. How could I get him to understand what it is we do, how we feel, how we live? So I took a deep breath and told him something like this:
"Well, Bob, I guess you could use the term bodybuilder if you really need a label for what it is we do. Most of us actually don't stand on stage and compete, though. We lift weights and manipulate our diets so that we'll look good naked. Sure, it's healthy too, and we'll probably live a longer and more productive life than the average guy, but mostly it's about the naked thing. Truthfully, it goes beyond even that.
"Let's be honest here. We do it because of people like you, Bob. We look at you sitting there with your gut hanging over your belt and we watch you grunt and groan just getting out of a chair. Guys like you are our inspiration, Bob. You're better than Anthony Robbins, Bill Phillips, Deepak Chopra, and Zig fucking Ziglar all wrapped up into one. We love it when guys like you talk about not having time to exercise. Every time we see you munching on a bag of potato chips, you inspire us. You're my shot in the arm, Bob, my living and breathing wake-up call, my own personal success coach.
"You want to know what it is we do? We overcome. We're too busy to train, too, but we overcome. We're too busy to prepare healthy meals and eat them five or six times a day, but we overcome. We can't always afford supplements, our genetics aren't perfect, and we don't always feel like going to the gym. Some of us used to be just like you, Bob, but guess what? We've overcome.
"We like to watch 'normal' people like you tell us about how they can't get in shape. We smile and nod sympathetically like we feel your pain, but actually, we're thinking that you're a pathetic piece of shit that needs to grow a spine and join a gym. You smile sheepishly and say that you just can't stay motivated and just can't stand that feeling of being sore. (For some reason you think that admitting your weaknesses somehow justifies them.) We listen to you bitch and moan. We watch you look for the easy way out. Because of people like you, Bob, we never miss a workout.
"You ask us for advice about diet and training and usually we politely offer some guidance, but deep inside we know you won't take our advice. You know that too. We smile and say, 'Hope that helps. Good luck,' but actually we're thinking, 'Boy, it would suck to be you.' We know that 99% of people won't listen to us. Once they hear that it takes hard work, sacrifice and discipline, they stop listening and tune us out.
"We know they wanted us to say that building a great body is easy, but it just isn't. This did not take five minutes a day on a TorsoTrack. We did not get this way in 12 short weeks using a Bowflex and the Suzanne Somers' 'Get Skinny' diet. A good body does not cost five easy payments of $39.95.
"We like it that while you're eating a candy bar and drinking Mountain Dew, we're sucking down a protein shake. You see, that makes it taste even better to us. While you're asleep we're either getting up early or staying up late, hitting the iron, pushing ourselves, learning, succeeding and failing and rising above the norm with every rep. Can you feel that, Bob? Can you relate? No? Good. This wouldn't be half as fun if you could.
"We do it because we absolutely and totally get off on it. We do it because people like you, Bob, either can't or won't. We do it because what we do in the gym transfers over into the rest of our lives and changes us, physically, mentally, maybe even spiritually. We do it because it beats watching fishing and golf on TV. By the way, do you know what it's like to turn the head of a beautiful woman because of the way you're built? It feels good, Bob. Damned good.
"When we're in the gym, we're in this indescribable euphoria zone. It's a feeling of being on, of being completely alive and aware. If you haven't been there, then it's like trying to describe color to a person who's been blind since birth. Within this haze of pleasure and pain, there's knowledge and power, self-discipline and self-reliance. If you do it long enough, Bob, there's even enlightenment. Sometimes, the answers to questions you didn't even know you had are sitting there on those rubber mats, wrapped up in a neat package of iron plates and bars.
"Want to lose that beer belly, Bob? I have a nutty idea. Put down the fucking beer. I'll tell you what, Bob. Christmas morning I'm getting up real early and hitting the iron. I want to watch my daughter open her presents and spend the whole day with her, so this is the only time I have to train. The gym will be closed, so I'm going out in my garage to workout. You be at my house at six in the morning, okay? I'll be glad to help you get started on a weight training program. It'll be colder than Hillary Clinton's coochie in there, so dress warm.
"But let me tell you something, Bob. If you don't show up, don't bother asking me again. And don't you ever sit there and let me hear you bitch about your beer belly again. This is your chance, your big opportunity to break out of that rut. If you don't show up, Bob, you've learned a very important lesson about yourself, haven't you? You won't like that lesson.
"You won't like that feeling in the pit of your stomach either or that taste in your mouth. It will taste worse than defeat, Bob. Defeat tastes pretty goddamned nasty, but what you'll be experiencing will be much worse. It will be the knowledge that you're weak, mentally and physically. What's worse is that you'll have accepted that feeling. The feeling will always be with you. In the happiest moments of your life, it'll be there, lying under the surface like a malignant tumor. Ignore it at your own peril, Bob.
"Don't look at me like that either. This just may be the best Christmas present you'll get this year. Next Christmas, Bob, when I see you again, I'm going to be a little bigger, a little stronger, and a little leaner. What will you be? Will you still be making excuses? This is a gift, Bob, from me to you. I'm giving you the chance to look fate in those pretty eyes of hers and say, 'Step off, bitch. This is my party and you're not invited.' What do you say, Bob? Monday, Christmas morning, 6am, my house. The ball's in your court."
Okay, so maybe that's not the exact words I used with Bob, but you get the picture. Will Bob show up Monday? I don't know, but I kind of doubt it. In fact, Bob will probably take me off his Christmas card list. He probably thinks I've got "too much Testosterone," like that's a bad thing. I think Bob is just stuck in a rut, and as the saying goes, the only difference between a rut and a grave is depth.
The way out of the rut is to make major changes in your life, most of which won't be too pleasant in the beginning. The opportunity to make those changes seldom comes as bluntly as I put it to Bob. Most of the time, that opportunity knocks very softly. What I did was basically give Bob a verbal slap in the face. You can react two ways to a slap. You can get angry at the person doing the slapping, or you can realize that he was just trying to get you to wake up and focus on what you really want and, more importantly, what it'll take to get it.
Tuesday, January 08, 2008
Monday, January 07, 2008
calorie countdown
darn, i had huge calorie intake last night... post workout i had bananas and apples..
minutes later, earl texted he's near our meeting place.. wow! the dude now sports a pretty long hair!
we had peanuts, barbecue, stir-fried noodles and some intestine soup (yum!) to match our San Mig Light Beer...
a few catching up and, well, chit-chat...
he mentioned how tough it is to work in Qatar. the heat, man, it's almost unbearable they had to changed their overalls as often as three times a day.. even at the peak of the building, air viscosity sucks.. there's not much fun and he'd most likely spend his day after work or during his day-offs watching DVD's.
he'd also spoke of letting go of things he's grown accustomed to.. he'd forgo hanging out or drinking with friends to save that much needed moolah so he could send some to his family.. this guy's sacrifices just blows me away.
after we've down a few bottles, he wanted to go to some videoke joint but he can't sing cos he suffered a hoarse voice.. the dude had been smoking while i quit for over a year now.. what the?? went in but we didn't touch the microphone... me can't sing too!
he was still in the process of acclimatization, but man, he just missed all the fun we've had before.. he can't wait to get his groove on..
what's amazing though is that after over a year out in the desert, he still remembers that GRO's name... i can't even remember her name 'til today.. duh!
now, the good thing about the fruits i ate earlier is that i was able to withstand all that alcohol and still made it to work early today... remember, i ate plenty of iron prior to binging.. i probably had ten bottles of beer but was feeling pretty good the whole time... talk about loads of calories, dude.
we bar-hopped from one place to another drinking a beer or two then flee.. haven't done that for eons now. these days, i'm usually glued to my seat in one place and the only time we split (me and my sorry chair) is when i have to go pee. my quads and my knees kinda twinge when i go stand up in some days.. either due to old age or i had too much leg work in the gym.. i prefer to believe it's the latter.
obviously, i didn't wanna stay up late as i need to rest (remember, i had a vigorous exercise earlier.. hehe.. i know, i know). good thing he wasn't planning to "morning the night."
around 1am we called it a night and head home..
forgive the picture but i need to get psyched up for my bangin' later today..
oh yeah!
minutes later, earl texted he's near our meeting place.. wow! the dude now sports a pretty long hair!
we had peanuts, barbecue, stir-fried noodles and some intestine soup (yum!) to match our San Mig Light Beer...
a few catching up and, well, chit-chat...
he mentioned how tough it is to work in Qatar. the heat, man, it's almost unbearable they had to changed their overalls as often as three times a day.. even at the peak of the building, air viscosity sucks.. there's not much fun and he'd most likely spend his day after work or during his day-offs watching DVD's.
he'd also spoke of letting go of things he's grown accustomed to.. he'd forgo hanging out or drinking with friends to save that much needed moolah so he could send some to his family.. this guy's sacrifices just blows me away.
after we've down a few bottles, he wanted to go to some videoke joint but he can't sing cos he suffered a hoarse voice.. the dude had been smoking while i quit for over a year now.. what the?? went in but we didn't touch the microphone... me can't sing too!
he was still in the process of acclimatization, but man, he just missed all the fun we've had before.. he can't wait to get his groove on..
what's amazing though is that after over a year out in the desert, he still remembers that GRO's name... i can't even remember her name 'til today.. duh!
now, the good thing about the fruits i ate earlier is that i was able to withstand all that alcohol and still made it to work early today... remember, i ate plenty of iron prior to binging.. i probably had ten bottles of beer but was feeling pretty good the whole time... talk about loads of calories, dude.
we bar-hopped from one place to another drinking a beer or two then flee.. haven't done that for eons now. these days, i'm usually glued to my seat in one place and the only time we split (me and my sorry chair) is when i have to go pee. my quads and my knees kinda twinge when i go stand up in some days.. either due to old age or i had too much leg work in the gym.. i prefer to believe it's the latter.
obviously, i didn't wanna stay up late as i need to rest (remember, i had a vigorous exercise earlier.. hehe.. i know, i know). good thing he wasn't planning to "morning the night."
around 1am we called it a night and head home..
forgive the picture but i need to get psyched up for my bangin' later today..
oh yeah!
pain is temporary
what a session!
but before that, i think it's gonna be a long night for me later as me and my best bud, earl, are about to wax it up tonight somewhere.. hope to stay up and sane the whole evening.. ok bud, lets morning the night!
so it was one friggin' sweaty and tiring weights session i had earlier.. i hit my chest, shoulders, triceps and legs... doing different variations.. whoa, everyone's concern especially the the veterans... i'm about to overtake everyone in terms of size and strength.. i'm amazed even at myself..my determination and the knowledge i gained through research boost my confidence and kept me going the whole time (like an energizer battery) cos i know positive result is comin' my way.. in time...
this year, i'm goin' full-throttle, no-holds-barred and hit-every-inch-of-the-gym's-wall.
bring on the pain!
oh no, not that pain, dude!
but before that, i think it's gonna be a long night for me later as me and my best bud, earl, are about to wax it up tonight somewhere.. hope to stay up and sane the whole evening.. ok bud, lets morning the night!
so it was one friggin' sweaty and tiring weights session i had earlier.. i hit my chest, shoulders, triceps and legs... doing different variations.. whoa, everyone's concern especially the the veterans... i'm about to overtake everyone in terms of size and strength.. i'm amazed even at myself..my determination and the knowledge i gained through research boost my confidence and kept me going the whole time (like an energizer battery) cos i know positive result is comin' my way.. in time...
this year, i'm goin' full-throttle, no-holds-barred and hit-every-inch-of-the-gym's-wall.
bring on the pain!
oh no, not that pain, dude!
Sunday, January 06, 2008
Earl
done with my morning ritual....shucks, it's too religious.. uhm liturgy? even worst..
dang, forget about it.
finally, finally, finally my best bud earl arrived from abroad.. he didn't made it through the holidays as there are many noypi's (Filipinos) coming home from his base (Qatar) too.. poor guy had to drink some rubbing alcohol mixed with some chemicals (or whatever) for his liquor fix.. some OFW's, i've heard, are now "expert" biochemist, what with their genius booze concoction they'll give any vintner a run for their money.
just kidding guyz..
i have yet to meet the dude later today... hope we don't have to drink.. for real.
speaking of earl, another good fella of mine whose also named earl, is into some underground heavy metal music. he was with us last Saturday at Beach Roots a.k.a. Baseo. we had some brandy, rum and strong ice beer (in that order) while we argued about the sin of the world, demons and God. how we end up there i have yet to recall.. but it was pretty heated as the discussions wore on, but we kept a cool head all throughout..
i actually triggered the "exchange" when i read in the "thank you" portion of the CD he was selling me (to sorta support the local scene). he was pretty, *cough* *cough* proud his name was mention there.. not that i don't mean to support them but i just couldn't have another CD on my rack dusting cos i couldn't care to listen.. sorry earl but you know my feelings about this 'underground' thingy.. i'm so done and over of being mad at the world.. i listen to some 'tamer' version of heavy metal music.
what i read led our discussion from one subject to another...
so, it says, "demonic salutations to..." excuse me bud but i thought that's foul in my vocabulary... and so i proceeded to ask him what kind of music they're playing.. does it have a lot of those crazy shouting and yelling? of course, i already know the answer.. underground, weird and demonic band names, black label for their CD, eerie song titles... do the math, momma.. the answer's too obvious to mention.
so me and louie went on to question him of his choice of music and how they could, duh, "worship" some entity we'd rather hate... and he said most of those guys in his group and in other bands actually goes to church and are like kids... and are so naive..
the discussion got heated as we pretty much jump our guns on him.. hehe.. sorry cio, we care for you so much we'd like to explore and expose every angles.. not to change you but to make your band better among the rest of those undergrounder.. it's not like you to take offense, right?
anyway, we drifted from the subject and went on to tackle more religious stuff i'd rather not bore you about... 'til we came into conclusion that: "it's your life, it's your choice."
f**k it!
more booze came our way and as we got more inebriated we became more open with our lives.. i gotta give it to them both - louie and earl. they beat me in that department.
i don't kiss and tell, though.
this year, i hope to top them in that department... get some skeletons off my closet..
i failed to sweat it out the next day later, so doing it often would definitely ruin my performance training program.. but i'd certainly look forward to those "bouts" just to get us some mind boggling exchange once in a while.. he he he... earl my man, 'til next time cio!
***
meanwhile, i'm happy to cut myself off from forums.. ok, some forums. if i'd ever go back, i'd rather not put my heart into it unless i owned it. seeing your post and your fellow member's post gone in just a snap... tragic. merging your posts just don't make sense at all. it's the first for me i hope it's the last.
sometimes, starting from the scratch is better than doing bug/s fixing is true with programming but not with over a year of people's thoughts and contributions... not to mention, the eyebrows burnt so you can make a relevant contribution.. yet some don't see it as it is, but rather makes a sweeping generalization that it's all garbage... whatever happened to your sensitivity, mate?
i'm better here.. cos these thoughts and everything on it.. they're all here to stay!
iron time, baby!
moi's testosterone level should rise at an all-time high with that lady above bench pressing beside me.. i wish.. i wish..
dang, forget about it.
finally, finally, finally my best bud earl arrived from abroad.. he didn't made it through the holidays as there are many noypi's (Filipinos) coming home from his base (Qatar) too.. poor guy had to drink some rubbing alcohol mixed with some chemicals (or whatever) for his liquor fix.. some OFW's, i've heard, are now "expert" biochemist, what with their genius booze concoction they'll give any vintner a run for their money.
just kidding guyz..
i have yet to meet the dude later today... hope we don't have to drink.. for real.
speaking of earl, another good fella of mine whose also named earl, is into some underground heavy metal music. he was with us last Saturday at Beach Roots a.k.a. Baseo. we had some brandy, rum and strong ice beer (in that order) while we argued about the sin of the world, demons and God. how we end up there i have yet to recall.. but it was pretty heated as the discussions wore on, but we kept a cool head all throughout..
i actually triggered the "exchange" when i read in the "thank you" portion of the CD he was selling me (to sorta support the local scene). he was pretty, *cough* *cough* proud his name was mention there.. not that i don't mean to support them but i just couldn't have another CD on my rack dusting cos i couldn't care to listen.. sorry earl but you know my feelings about this 'underground' thingy.. i'm so done and over of being mad at the world.. i listen to some 'tamer' version of heavy metal music.
what i read led our discussion from one subject to another...
so, it says, "demonic salutations to..." excuse me bud but i thought that's foul in my vocabulary... and so i proceeded to ask him what kind of music they're playing.. does it have a lot of those crazy shouting and yelling? of course, i already know the answer.. underground, weird and demonic band names, black label for their CD, eerie song titles... do the math, momma.. the answer's too obvious to mention.
so me and louie went on to question him of his choice of music and how they could, duh, "worship" some entity we'd rather hate... and he said most of those guys in his group and in other bands actually goes to church and are like kids... and are so naive..
the discussion got heated as we pretty much jump our guns on him.. hehe.. sorry cio, we care for you so much we'd like to explore and expose every angles.. not to change you but to make your band better among the rest of those undergrounder.. it's not like you to take offense, right?
anyway, we drifted from the subject and went on to tackle more religious stuff i'd rather not bore you about... 'til we came into conclusion that: "it's your life, it's your choice."
f**k it!
more booze came our way and as we got more inebriated we became more open with our lives.. i gotta give it to them both - louie and earl. they beat me in that department.
i don't kiss and tell, though.
this year, i hope to top them in that department... get some skeletons off my closet..
i failed to sweat it out the next day later, so doing it often would definitely ruin my performance training program.. but i'd certainly look forward to those "bouts" just to get us some mind boggling exchange once in a while.. he he he... earl my man, 'til next time cio!
***
meanwhile, i'm happy to cut myself off from forums.. ok, some forums. if i'd ever go back, i'd rather not put my heart into it unless i owned it. seeing your post and your fellow member's post gone in just a snap... tragic. merging your posts just don't make sense at all. it's the first for me i hope it's the last.
sometimes, starting from the scratch is better than doing bug/s fixing is true with programming but not with over a year of people's thoughts and contributions... not to mention, the eyebrows burnt so you can make a relevant contribution.. yet some don't see it as it is, but rather makes a sweeping generalization that it's all garbage... whatever happened to your sensitivity, mate?
i'm better here.. cos these thoughts and everything on it.. they're all here to stay!
iron time, baby!
moi's testosterone level should rise at an all-time high with that lady above bench pressing beside me.. i wish.. i wish..
Friday, January 04, 2008
workout went great today. good thing Mr. Perez was around and we help each other out 'til the end. for sure my chest and triceps are gonna hurt tomorrow as i pretty much toasted them for hours.. nice!
i did tricep dips earlier but i know i can do the parallel bar dips, too... i just need s'more time...
now time for some R&R momma...
i did tricep dips earlier but i know i can do the parallel bar dips, too... i just need s'more time...
now time for some R&R momma...
Thursday, January 03, 2008
my first experience with forum was with Motorcycle Philippines. since i'm an enthusiast and enjoy the roars of a loud pipe (that was before.. too old now) i thought i should join the motorcycling (MC) community.
you can check it out.. it's one helluva huge community from all over the Philippines and the world. Frank Woolf created that site. i had a great time and the honor corresponding with him. it was him and his minions (MC enthusiast) who urged me to make some 'noise' and let the city government know the sentiments of the riders when i posted this THREAD in the Motorcycle Rights board.
amazing that thread is still alive 'til today.
anyway, that's not really the story here but to the times when his site was constantly attacked by some hackers.. a huge and lively community like that, some hackers find it attractive and well, 'honorable' if they can knock it down.. winded with all the trouble, not to mention, the expenses he had to go through, he decided to shut it down.
fortunately, some guys in the community wanted to keep it alive and Mr. Woolf was kind enough to give them access and allow them to migrate all of the information, databases, etc. to the new owners' system.
i was there watching the new guys went through it... there were times the site would go off-line but most of the members understood.. it was, after all, in the process of transferring and it ain't easy.. painstakingly, the new guys move everything..
today, it's far more better and has improved through the years.. of course, there'll be times when access is slow as their system manages huge databases, information and thousands of member worldwide.
the same goes with istorya.net. when things started to slow down and they experienced one too many down time, the owner/s decided to work on it. migrating and transferring all of its content to another server, made a lot of tweaking and improvements, but preserving all of its original contents, boards and threads, it's now running smooth and slick.
then there's the Cebu City Government Forum. it may have been a mediocre in terms of looks and well, duh, maintenance, but when it went down (as in many, many times it's frustrating to count) most of its contents were preserved.
it's less fancy and flair but it gets the job done. if you have complaints about the City, go there and let your voice be heard.. trust me, most guys and gals at City Hall monitors that site.
but our forum which i spent most my time of, suddenly went off the air and came back starting from the scratch.. whoa! practically wiping off every person's post and thoughts i cared to read for about a year now..
WTF?!
i don't care what you gotta say why it went down that way... I DON'T CARE.
to say it was all a mistake to begin with and it's not informative anymore as it's all chit-chat?? what??
forum is define:
2. A public meeting place for open discussion.
3. A medium for open discussion or voicing of ideas, such as a newspaper, a radio or television program, or a website.
# A public meeting or presentation involving a discussion usually among experts and often including audience participation.
so, you mean we're gonna visit the forum to get some information?
well, part of it, yes, but it's not a monopoly of mere information but should be heavy on exchanging of ideas and that's why we have chit-chats.. if i want precise info i'd Google or Yahoo search.. not engage in some yakking on-line..
but hey, i've been reading that line: "we'll be strict with the forum rules.. blah.. blah.. blah.." yet we never have gotten to the 'promise land' since forever.
now the 100,000 pesos question is: will it work this time?
not to blow your bubble, sir, but i doubt it very much.
since he who has the gold rule, there ya go.. do whatever you want with it..
and i'm forever grateful and hold you in high seat.. thus, my best wishes and loads of good luck to you and your crew..
you can check it out.. it's one helluva huge community from all over the Philippines and the world. Frank Woolf created that site. i had a great time and the honor corresponding with him. it was him and his minions (MC enthusiast) who urged me to make some 'noise' and let the city government know the sentiments of the riders when i posted this THREAD in the Motorcycle Rights board.
amazing that thread is still alive 'til today.
anyway, that's not really the story here but to the times when his site was constantly attacked by some hackers.. a huge and lively community like that, some hackers find it attractive and well, 'honorable' if they can knock it down.. winded with all the trouble, not to mention, the expenses he had to go through, he decided to shut it down.
fortunately, some guys in the community wanted to keep it alive and Mr. Woolf was kind enough to give them access and allow them to migrate all of the information, databases, etc. to the new owners' system.
i was there watching the new guys went through it... there were times the site would go off-line but most of the members understood.. it was, after all, in the process of transferring and it ain't easy.. painstakingly, the new guys move everything..
today, it's far more better and has improved through the years.. of course, there'll be times when access is slow as their system manages huge databases, information and thousands of member worldwide.
the same goes with istorya.net. when things started to slow down and they experienced one too many down time, the owner/s decided to work on it. migrating and transferring all of its content to another server, made a lot of tweaking and improvements, but preserving all of its original contents, boards and threads, it's now running smooth and slick.
then there's the Cebu City Government Forum. it may have been a mediocre in terms of looks and well, duh, maintenance, but when it went down (as in many, many times it's frustrating to count) most of its contents were preserved.
it's less fancy and flair but it gets the job done. if you have complaints about the City, go there and let your voice be heard.. trust me, most guys and gals at City Hall monitors that site.
but our forum which i spent most my time of, suddenly went off the air and came back starting from the scratch.. whoa! practically wiping off every person's post and thoughts i cared to read for about a year now..
WTF?!
i don't care what you gotta say why it went down that way... I DON'T CARE.
to say it was all a mistake to begin with and it's not informative anymore as it's all chit-chat?? what??
forum is define:
2. A public meeting place for open discussion.
3. A medium for open discussion or voicing of ideas, such as a newspaper, a radio or television program, or a website.
# A public meeting or presentation involving a discussion usually among experts and often including audience participation.
so, you mean we're gonna visit the forum to get some information?
well, part of it, yes, but it's not a monopoly of mere information but should be heavy on exchanging of ideas and that's why we have chit-chats.. if i want precise info i'd Google or Yahoo search.. not engage in some yakking on-line..
but hey, i've been reading that line: "we'll be strict with the forum rules.. blah.. blah.. blah.." yet we never have gotten to the 'promise land' since forever.
now the 100,000 pesos question is: will it work this time?
not to blow your bubble, sir, but i doubt it very much.
since he who has the gold rule, there ya go.. do whatever you want with it..
and i'm forever grateful and hold you in high seat.. thus, my best wishes and loads of good luck to you and your crew..
Wednesday, January 02, 2008
so many thoughts...
but they're gone now.. great!
my home's internet is still down.. gotta give it to Globe.. they haven't change their friggin' line for centuries now, "sorry for the inconvenience but we're still having restoration process blah.. blah.. blah.. in your area."
ppuuurffeeeccttt!!! as if we just had an earthquake, a typhoon, worst, a hurricane recently that they had to restore something that got devastated, eh?
nuff said.
***
Christmas and New Year went well.. Me and wifey spent it with most of her relatives and with my half-sister.. my nieces (in-laws) also spent their New Year with us.. nothing dramatic happened except for some neighbor who had a few drinks and got touchy with me.. ok, horny! haha!
nope, i ain't having resolutions this year as it will be the end of the world on August 08, 2008.. according to some fanatics, that is.
so, i'll live my life to fullest even more 'til that day comes..
***
yesterday, i can't stop swearing quitely in the gym.. my left wrist was starting to annoy me... man, it's more challenging to lift these days.. both of my wrist are in pain and in delicate condition just when things are going well.. here's rolling with 'em all... you can't stop me dawg!
***
still have a lot to yak about but i'm at the mercy of my beautiful officemate... i'm using her PC for this sneaky entry.. har.. har..
the end.
but they're gone now.. great!
my home's internet is still down.. gotta give it to Globe.. they haven't change their friggin' line for centuries now, "sorry for the inconvenience but we're still having restoration process blah.. blah.. blah.. in your area."
ppuuurffeeeccttt!!! as if we just had an earthquake, a typhoon, worst, a hurricane recently that they had to restore something that got devastated, eh?
nuff said.
***
Christmas and New Year went well.. Me and wifey spent it with most of her relatives and with my half-sister.. my nieces (in-laws) also spent their New Year with us.. nothing dramatic happened except for some neighbor who had a few drinks and got touchy with me.. ok, horny! haha!
nope, i ain't having resolutions this year as it will be the end of the world on August 08, 2008.. according to some fanatics, that is.
so, i'll live my life to fullest even more 'til that day comes..
***
yesterday, i can't stop swearing quitely in the gym.. my left wrist was starting to annoy me... man, it's more challenging to lift these days.. both of my wrist are in pain and in delicate condition just when things are going well.. here's rolling with 'em all... you can't stop me dawg!
***
still have a lot to yak about but i'm at the mercy of my beautiful officemate... i'm using her PC for this sneaky entry.. har.. har..
the end.
Friday, December 28, 2007
ho ho ho!!
time is pretty tight right now.. i'm on leave.. finally, but still soooo many things to do.. sweet, eh?
still busting my ass in the gym.. after christmas, checked my weight and as predicted, gained 10lbs in two days.. hah!! gggrreeaattt!!!
so, i'm gonna have to do more so i could keep the weight down.. more blood and guts comin' up..
uuuuhhhhhhhhhhrrrrrrgggggghhhh!!!!
more stories next year, bubba..
meanwhile,
Happy Holidays for the nth time y'all!
mwah! mwah! mwah!
time is pretty tight right now.. i'm on leave.. finally, but still soooo many things to do.. sweet, eh?
still busting my ass in the gym.. after christmas, checked my weight and as predicted, gained 10lbs in two days.. hah!! gggrreeaattt!!!
so, i'm gonna have to do more so i could keep the weight down.. more blood and guts comin' up..
uuuuhhhhhhhhhhrrrrrrgggggghhhh!!!!
more stories next year, bubba..
meanwhile,
Happy Holidays for the nth time y'all!
mwah! mwah! mwah!
Friday, December 21, 2007
happy....
SSHHhhhhiiiiiiiiiiFF!
no cursing today.. hehe... though i have plenty of reason to do so.. my home's internet connection is still down while my office PC finally breath it's last earlier today.. so, i will be having my "silent nights" around here in the days to come..
****
this week is supposed to be my scheduled "rest" from all the bangin' but heck, there'll be more of that in the days to come because of the holidays...
i can't rest now.. not when there's plenty of food to devour.. no, can't do, sir.. i'll eat even more irons instead cos i'll be loading a lot of those calorie-laden food in the days to come.... you like?
i know you do...
yum!! yum!!
Merry Christmas everyone!
no cursing today.. hehe... though i have plenty of reason to do so.. my home's internet connection is still down while my office PC finally breath it's last earlier today.. so, i will be having my "silent nights" around here in the days to come..
****
this week is supposed to be my scheduled "rest" from all the bangin' but heck, there'll be more of that in the days to come because of the holidays...
i can't rest now.. not when there's plenty of food to devour.. no, can't do, sir.. i'll eat even more irons instead cos i'll be loading a lot of those calorie-laden food in the days to come.... you like?
i know you do...
yum!! yum!!
Merry Christmas everyone!
Monday, December 17, 2007
i'm no good at numbers but lemme give you these numbers that i ought to avail but failed to do so..
vacation leave - 3
sick leave - 7
emergency leave - 2
it's almost new year and i only have a few days to use them up... this leaves ain't convertible to cash nor would accumulate for the next year... worst, i have to make sure i'd get approval before i can make some sorry excuses why i'd go to this and that, got friggin sick, and heck, there's an emergency!
sigh.
was too busy banging my head in the gym.. i forgot to R&R...
***
speaking of R&R, i thought i'd avail one yesterday... it was productive but at the same time expensive..
i brought my two dogs at the vet for their monthly/yearly immunization schedules.. a whopping seventeen hundred grand, the receipt says!!! damn, that's a lot of beer and massage already! anyway, had to cos these dogs ain't ordinary or cheap... ramboo, my dobey, is one helluva barker.. he really lives up to being a guard dog.. he'd bite if he had to when some intruder dares to come in.. maui, the lab, still a little puppy, is quite fun to be with.. very affectionate and full of zest.. she never gets tired of playing around.. if only i had more time... missy, the locally breed - typical of a street dog, is just as affectionate but a li'l more on the serious side.. love 'em all!
***
last night, we had our own li'l party. since my energy was down, as usual, and i didn't had alcohol (even though we had plenty of beer.. in kegs, momma!), i was bored to death. thanks to some funny presentations, at least, there were fun moments...
geez, i can't possibly waste all my strength and energy in the gym and just drink 'til i drop at the slightest provocation.. no, no, no!!
i'm better than that.. i know.
anyway, a few nights ago, i already had my drunken moments yet again.. that's the annual Christmas party for all the umbrella company/organization/people under the main corporation... as alway, huge crowd..
after downing few glasses of beer, i could not drive my way home no more.. slept in the office 'til 4am. good thing, wifey, neil and the rest were somewhere south... far, far away from home having a grand getaway vacation.. house is not a home without 'em.. so, no need to rush... better be safe than go home drunk and be sorry about it.
i seriously think the raffle was rigged as i didn't win any of those major prize/s again for the nth year.. or maybe i'm just sour graping.. whatever..
vacation leave - 3
sick leave - 7
emergency leave - 2
it's almost new year and i only have a few days to use them up... this leaves ain't convertible to cash nor would accumulate for the next year... worst, i have to make sure i'd get approval before i can make some sorry excuses why i'd go to this and that, got friggin sick, and heck, there's an emergency!
sigh.
was too busy banging my head in the gym.. i forgot to R&R...
***
speaking of R&R, i thought i'd avail one yesterday... it was productive but at the same time expensive..
i brought my two dogs at the vet for their monthly/yearly immunization schedules.. a whopping seventeen hundred grand, the receipt says!!! damn, that's a lot of beer and massage already! anyway, had to cos these dogs ain't ordinary or cheap... ramboo, my dobey, is one helluva barker.. he really lives up to being a guard dog.. he'd bite if he had to when some intruder dares to come in.. maui, the lab, still a little puppy, is quite fun to be with.. very affectionate and full of zest.. she never gets tired of playing around.. if only i had more time... missy, the locally breed - typical of a street dog, is just as affectionate but a li'l more on the serious side.. love 'em all!
***
last night, we had our own li'l party. since my energy was down, as usual, and i didn't had alcohol (even though we had plenty of beer.. in kegs, momma!), i was bored to death. thanks to some funny presentations, at least, there were fun moments...
geez, i can't possibly waste all my strength and energy in the gym and just drink 'til i drop at the slightest provocation.. no, no, no!!
i'm better than that.. i know.
anyway, a few nights ago, i already had my drunken moments yet again.. that's the annual Christmas party for all the umbrella company/organization/people under the main corporation... as alway, huge crowd..
after downing few glasses of beer, i could not drive my way home no more.. slept in the office 'til 4am. good thing, wifey, neil and the rest were somewhere south... far, far away from home having a grand getaway vacation.. house is not a home without 'em.. so, no need to rush... better be safe than go home drunk and be sorry about it.
i seriously think the raffle was rigged as i didn't win any of those major prize/s again for the nth year.. or maybe i'm just sour graping.. whatever..
Friday, December 14, 2007
must have book.. haha!
i'm too old for that shit, though. my testosterone level these days are at its all time low.. as in, way, way down.. to the ground, in fact!
crap, most of my energy are spent in the gym.... i'll have to start drawing out no-nonsense strategies for next year, ... i should be able to pace myself in order to save some of 'em (the energy) and use it into somethin' else.. like SEX!
moreover, tapering down during weekends is a gargantuan task for me.. i'd keep on hitting 'em hard instead of slowing down.. and for what? i dunno but i'm too focus right now i don't wanna get off the gym sometimes.. these days, getting laid is the last thing i wanna get myself into... if you catch my drift.
my muscles are still sore, but gimme the damn weights already!
i'm too old for that shit, though. my testosterone level these days are at its all time low.. as in, way, way down.. to the ground, in fact!
crap, most of my energy are spent in the gym.... i'll have to start drawing out no-nonsense strategies for next year, ... i should be able to pace myself in order to save some of 'em (the energy) and use it into somethin' else.. like SEX!
moreover, tapering down during weekends is a gargantuan task for me.. i'd keep on hitting 'em hard instead of slowing down.. and for what? i dunno but i'm too focus right now i don't wanna get off the gym sometimes.. these days, getting laid is the last thing i wanna get myself into... if you catch my drift.
my muscles are still sore, but gimme the damn weights already!
Thursday, December 13, 2007
man up! man up!
today will be a pain in the gym. it's chest day today and if i can throw in some triceps and legs exercises, it'll be good... but painful. aaawwwwww!!!
i got a call from "a friend" yesterday... he lives in a foreign land for years now... nice to hear from you, man. this guy and some guys in "our group" are the guys i consider my "big brothers." i love being around their circle. you see, i lost a big brother when he got hooked on drugs.. he's still alive but it's not him anymore as he lost his mind a long time ago. he now lives in the streets somewhere downtown.. me and sister tried in vain to get him to live in our house but he'd either bail out or refuses to go.
if you think we didn't care, try again. here's what you can do - put yourself in our shoes... he's been "lost" since i was in the elementary grade.
tragic? pity? sad?
you have no idea.
back to my friend, i have all the respect in the whole world for this guy. always sensible, articulate and a true friend. i haven't met this guy in person and yet he asked me months ago what i'd like to have for christmas.. and true enough, he bought me one!
but i haven't receive it yet. due to some unforeseen circumstance beyond his control, the gift went back to him.. anyway, he called and assured me it's coming by january.. i was gonna lose hope of getting it ,but you know, at least there's something to look forward to next month.
as soon as i have it, i'll have me a photo-op with it.. and post 'em here... hehehe
yesterday was the first time i heard this guy's voice.. bhoy, i got the surprise of my life. he sounded like one true blue pinoy even if he had been living in that far away land for eons now...
well, we share the same sentiments too.. needless to say, but expounding on the matter ain't too nice now.. maybe when he makes good of his presentiment, but for now, it'll be a secret between us.
clue: too obvious to mention but it's all here momma.. all here..
today will be a pain in the gym. it's chest day today and if i can throw in some triceps and legs exercises, it'll be good... but painful. aaawwwwww!!!
i got a call from "a friend" yesterday... he lives in a foreign land for years now... nice to hear from you, man. this guy and some guys in "our group" are the guys i consider my "big brothers." i love being around their circle. you see, i lost a big brother when he got hooked on drugs.. he's still alive but it's not him anymore as he lost his mind a long time ago. he now lives in the streets somewhere downtown.. me and sister tried in vain to get him to live in our house but he'd either bail out or refuses to go.
if you think we didn't care, try again. here's what you can do - put yourself in our shoes... he's been "lost" since i was in the elementary grade.
tragic? pity? sad?
you have no idea.
back to my friend, i have all the respect in the whole world for this guy. always sensible, articulate and a true friend. i haven't met this guy in person and yet he asked me months ago what i'd like to have for christmas.. and true enough, he bought me one!
but i haven't receive it yet. due to some unforeseen circumstance beyond his control, the gift went back to him.. anyway, he called and assured me it's coming by january.. i was gonna lose hope of getting it ,but you know, at least there's something to look forward to next month.
as soon as i have it, i'll have me a photo-op with it.. and post 'em here... hehehe
yesterday was the first time i heard this guy's voice.. bhoy, i got the surprise of my life. he sounded like one true blue pinoy even if he had been living in that far away land for eons now...
well, we share the same sentiments too.. needless to say, but expounding on the matter ain't too nice now.. maybe when he makes good of his presentiment, but for now, it'll be a secret between us.
clue: too obvious to mention but it's all here momma.. all here..
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Chris Shugart wrote this in t-nation:
Feel the Burn
Here's how it happened for me.
Sophomore year of college, mandatory PE class, body fat testing day. I stood there with my shirt off while a cute little co-ed attempted to pinch the big rolls of fat around my waist. Man, I didn't even take my shirt off at the pool anymore, and now my blubbery gut was being pinched and measured by a beautiful girl? My face burned with embarrassment.
How did I get this way? I'd gotten in pretty good shape my junior year of high school, had spent the whole summer in the weight room. But in the three years that followed I'd fallen apart: no training of any type coupled with out-of-control eating habits. I was a sloppy mess.
Standing there with my shirt off I felt humiliated, but I really didn't need to worry: I was invisible. Paradoxically, that's what being fat does to a person. The fatter you get, the more socially invisible you become, especially to the opposite sex.
Our bodies reflect who we are, what we think of ourselves, and how we feel toward others. Your physique is your message to the world, the first message people will hear when they meet you... perhaps even the loudest message. My body was telling people I was lazy and stupid. I wasn't, but that's what I was projecting.
I snapped. That's the best way to describe it.
Later that day I looked at my reflection, swore at myself, and smashed the mirror with my fist. The burn of embarrassment turned into a spark of rage. At that moment I went inward. Four months later, I'd lost close to 70 pounds.
I'd been consumed in the fire and reborn.
****
it's only now that i understood. well, i'm experiencing something these days that's parallel to the lines of what Mr. Shugart said.
anyhoo, i'm rollin' with it.
****
meanwhile, now, i'm just a mere "mortal" once again to the forum i've grown to love and hate.. well, love cos the people there are the people i have met personally... so, we kinda have this bond between us. hate... i hate the way it's being run. to be brutally frank about it, i don't see it grow another year with the way things are being manage around the "house." if it didn't work the first time, how the heck it's gonna work this time where even the slightest sidetrack of a person's posting is magnified, edited, locked or worst, deleted?
but since i love the people there, i will continue to carry on. i just hope the higher ups can learn from the past experience we've had... for whatever it's worth, lemme just say a piece, well, pieces of advise: exercise maximum tolerance, allow people to deviate once in a while, visit other successful forums and learn a few tricks from them... and for whatchamacallit friggin sake, we ain't there yet, so allow some room for everything to grow cos it's pretty tight.. i can't almost breath!!
i'm happy being just a regular member now.. and my board being wiped out.. it lessens the burden and eliminate unwanted pressure off my back.. so thanks.
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
the edge
hoooooo-huuuummm... yawn.. cold, eh?
and i'm bored too.
i'm on "reading mode" these days. don't wanna react or say anything.. just absorbing.. the only time i queried with the many forums i'm into, is with the body and fitness section of PEX. they have great coaches who lurk around and who were knowledgeable and expert enough with the sport. they'd actually spend some of their precious time answering queries. since i've bump into them months ago, i'm hooked.
though things in the gym continues to progress for me, i still have to ask the guys "up there" about things... like tips, suggestions to my programs, safety and whatnot..
been lifting straight for a good eight months now. prior to that, it's been on and off romance with the iron... this time, i've definitely overtaken, in terms of strength and physique, a few guys in my gym who had been there for years... and these guys still lift the same amount of weights through the times.
i understand that some guys are in it for their "daily exercise routine," but some don't. they'd actually face the mirror and flex their viens out... looking for definition and muscularity.. but they missed out on a lot of things because they do things in routinary bases.. and muscles don't grow if it's being subjected to the same stress over and over again since it had been able to adapt to the same pressure each time.. and then there's lactic acid which helps muscle development.. these and a whole lot of facts about bodybuilding an average "joe" doesn't know about gives me a wee bit of advantage.
thus, even if it's friggin hard to squat, i'd squat at least twice a week.. with this exercise, i'd hit the big muscle group of my legs and in turn they help the rest of the body to develop... cos they produce lotsa lactic acid.
i wouldn't have done what i'm doing now if i wasn't doing a lot of reading. so now, after years of busting my ass off lifting li'l puny weights, i'm finally breaking through barriers and gaining strength... definition and muscles are just a welcome bonus..
so yesterday, i got a nice complement from my gym mate, carl. he said i looked like a guy ready for the "cutting" stage as i am already muscular. cut means that i'd go the whole nine yards of leaning out, crash diet and flushing out water in my body. and then i'd probably would look like, well, almost close to a bodybuilder. whoa! not yet ready for that, buddy. one more year... then maybe.
to get me s'more edge, time to get back on my reading..
and i'm bored too.
i'm on "reading mode" these days. don't wanna react or say anything.. just absorbing.. the only time i queried with the many forums i'm into, is with the body and fitness section of PEX. they have great coaches who lurk around and who were knowledgeable and expert enough with the sport. they'd actually spend some of their precious time answering queries. since i've bump into them months ago, i'm hooked.
though things in the gym continues to progress for me, i still have to ask the guys "up there" about things... like tips, suggestions to my programs, safety and whatnot..
been lifting straight for a good eight months now. prior to that, it's been on and off romance with the iron... this time, i've definitely overtaken, in terms of strength and physique, a few guys in my gym who had been there for years... and these guys still lift the same amount of weights through the times.
i understand that some guys are in it for their "daily exercise routine," but some don't. they'd actually face the mirror and flex their viens out... looking for definition and muscularity.. but they missed out on a lot of things because they do things in routinary bases.. and muscles don't grow if it's being subjected to the same stress over and over again since it had been able to adapt to the same pressure each time.. and then there's lactic acid which helps muscle development.. these and a whole lot of facts about bodybuilding an average "joe" doesn't know about gives me a wee bit of advantage.
thus, even if it's friggin hard to squat, i'd squat at least twice a week.. with this exercise, i'd hit the big muscle group of my legs and in turn they help the rest of the body to develop... cos they produce lotsa lactic acid.
i wouldn't have done what i'm doing now if i wasn't doing a lot of reading. so now, after years of busting my ass off lifting li'l puny weights, i'm finally breaking through barriers and gaining strength... definition and muscles are just a welcome bonus..
so yesterday, i got a nice complement from my gym mate, carl. he said i looked like a guy ready for the "cutting" stage as i am already muscular. cut means that i'd go the whole nine yards of leaning out, crash diet and flushing out water in my body. and then i'd probably would look like, well, almost close to a bodybuilder. whoa! not yet ready for that, buddy. one more year... then maybe.
to get me s'more edge, time to get back on my reading..
Sunday, December 09, 2007
Mr. Abs and CCF
i'll write this in a huff.. pictures will follow as soon as i can dig some...
last saturday's Mr. Abs contest didn't live up to it's hype.. there were three contestants missing.. the rain made it more difficult for other members to come and see the action. anyway, it was the first time they staged it. maybe next year they'd be more prepared and a lot more will join.. including me. i just might give them a run for their money... haha!
i was going to join them in an eat-all-you-can buffet somewhere north but my good friend, gpsman, sent me an text message about an on-going party with the forum people. i honestly didn't have the slightest idea about the time but i did know there'd be a party that day for the forum members. quite frankly, i wasn't ready to show my face there because of that unfortunate incident, but my brad (gpsman) was pretty persistent and janine, another member of ours, called an hour later.. i can't possibly snub these guys.. so, i had to call off the other affair and went to the CCF party.
it's nice to see some new members and the old one's who hasn't attended any of our get-togethers. i truly miss my friends there..
i had a blast talking with sir zid. he is definitely a cool person to converse with. the kinda guy you wanna pick their brains out cos they're smart, witty and intelligent. he brought some korean drinks and the japanese saki. love the latter. i'd probably have one of those on Christmas day and New year... kinda expensive to get drunk, though.
many thanks to guenter who always welcomes us (me, especially) in his home every time we have an EB. to sir fred and jerry (SR) who contributed financially.. the girls at CCF who are always up and about when have these gatherings... and the rest who came.. many, many thanks y'all!!
went home in one piece and remembered everything... meaning, i kept my sanity all throughout the night... i'll strive to stay that way... from hereon now..
last saturday's Mr. Abs contest didn't live up to it's hype.. there were three contestants missing.. the rain made it more difficult for other members to come and see the action. anyway, it was the first time they staged it. maybe next year they'd be more prepared and a lot more will join.. including me. i just might give them a run for their money... haha!
i was going to join them in an eat-all-you-can buffet somewhere north but my good friend, gpsman, sent me an text message about an on-going party with the forum people. i honestly didn't have the slightest idea about the time but i did know there'd be a party that day for the forum members. quite frankly, i wasn't ready to show my face there because of that unfortunate incident, but my brad (gpsman) was pretty persistent and janine, another member of ours, called an hour later.. i can't possibly snub these guys.. so, i had to call off the other affair and went to the CCF party.
it's nice to see some new members and the old one's who hasn't attended any of our get-togethers. i truly miss my friends there..
i had a blast talking with sir zid. he is definitely a cool person to converse with. the kinda guy you wanna pick their brains out cos they're smart, witty and intelligent. he brought some korean drinks and the japanese saki. love the latter. i'd probably have one of those on Christmas day and New year... kinda expensive to get drunk, though.
many thanks to guenter who always welcomes us (me, especially) in his home every time we have an EB. to sir fred and jerry (SR) who contributed financially.. the girls at CCF who are always up and about when have these gatherings... and the rest who came.. many, many thanks y'all!!
went home in one piece and remembered everything... meaning, i kept my sanity all throughout the night... i'll strive to stay that way... from hereon now..
Friday, December 07, 2007
hola!
my chest is a bit sore, but other than that, everything is fine.
woke up late today.. after last nights bangin', i really need my "beauty sleep".. it's saturday, but it's still traffic in our area.. shez!
it'll be fun later as the guys in our gym struts it out for the Mr. Abs contest.. i'll probably join next year.. hehehe
this year was the first time they're making this contest.. it was usually a get together for everyone in the buffet table.. the "eat all you can" restaurant's management actually hated them (i wasn't part of any of their parties just yet) for they gorge the food like there's no tomorrow.. whatdyathink, they just had a "sweat-ful" in the gym earlier, you figure they'd be merciful?
so tonight would be an exciting event as all the "idols" (well, mostly) will congregate for the friendly competition and a get-together, later.
need to get me that body-hugging/fitting shirt for the activity tonight.. hehehe
this crew, by the way, doesn't discriminate. as long as you keep an open mind, don't act like a genius, a snub, be an idiot in the gym (like banging the bars and plates, being inconsiderate with the equipments, blah, blah, blah) and try to be a "hero" by lifting more than you can actually do.. in other words, swallow more than you can bite...
you're IN.
even if you're being an ass, though, many would still help when things go crazy at your end.
and, for as long as i am there, it'll be all hard work and some serious fun in between..
now, time for some light workout... peanuts, dried mango and coffee, anyone?
my friend smiling and curling a 70lb. dumbbell? idol, you're kidding, right?
i was lifting two 80lbs. of that last night and my face looked like i had a hard and painful bowel movement..
whatever you say, man...
my chest is a bit sore, but other than that, everything is fine.
woke up late today.. after last nights bangin', i really need my "beauty sleep".. it's saturday, but it's still traffic in our area.. shez!
it'll be fun later as the guys in our gym struts it out for the Mr. Abs contest.. i'll probably join next year.. hehehe
this year was the first time they're making this contest.. it was usually a get together for everyone in the buffet table.. the "eat all you can" restaurant's management actually hated them (i wasn't part of any of their parties just yet) for they gorge the food like there's no tomorrow.. whatdyathink, they just had a "sweat-ful" in the gym earlier, you figure they'd be merciful?
so tonight would be an exciting event as all the "idols" (well, mostly) will congregate for the friendly competition and a get-together, later.
need to get me that body-hugging/fitting shirt for the activity tonight.. hehehe
this crew, by the way, doesn't discriminate. as long as you keep an open mind, don't act like a genius, a snub, be an idiot in the gym (like banging the bars and plates, being inconsiderate with the equipments, blah, blah, blah) and try to be a "hero" by lifting more than you can actually do.. in other words, swallow more than you can bite...
you're IN.
even if you're being an ass, though, many would still help when things go crazy at your end.
and, for as long as i am there, it'll be all hard work and some serious fun in between..
now, time for some light workout... peanuts, dried mango and coffee, anyone?
my friend smiling and curling a 70lb. dumbbell? idol, you're kidding, right?
i was lifting two 80lbs. of that last night and my face looked like i had a hard and painful bowel movement..
whatever you say, man...
push day
what a day!
i almost had a broken/twisted shoulder today thanks to that senior/workout-veteran-of -eleven-years mister who tried to help me lift the 80lbs. dumbbell. in fairness to him, he had all the good intentions, but what he did didn't just surprise me and my gym mates, it was the first in all aspects..
picture this, i was doing incline dumbbell press (picture below)..
when after four reps (repetition) i struggled to push them up, this senior guy suddenly jump into my lap to sorta spot me! WTF? in my entire weight lifting experience, i had never witness that kind of spot/help, and never had i drop dumbbells when i'm having difficulty.. i simply put them back on my lower thighs if i can't hoist it up further.. not until today.. i was shock and it practically distracted me.. i could not concentrate and my left hand started to lean back... 80lbs. is just too heavy to hold on to, so before i break my shoulders, i quickly let go of both..
boy, it was shocking. thank God i didn't hold on to them much longer in fear banging them unto the floor.. i'm optimistic my shoulders are fine.. it didn't hurt earlier so i hope there'd be no late reaction tomorrow or the next day..
and yeah, it's weird to see both men in that position... so gay, man! eeewwww!
well, i completed my routine today, so, i'm happy and completely satisfied..
****
meanwhile, Christmas is fast approaching. hopefully, we'd have enough moolah to throw some party and give a few gifts to our indigenous neighbors.. we've been able to do that twice in a row already and people in our area expect a little something like fun and giveaways from us these days.. i'll just have to remember that old saying, "the more you give, the more you receive..." we're pretty tight on budget these days( who doesn't?)... could really, really use the motivation..
i think we've been blessed by God... well, since time immemorial.. whatever we can share, we'd gladly do.. random acts of kindness my friend.. it never hurt..
tired and out.
i almost had a broken/twisted shoulder today thanks to that senior/workout-veteran-of -eleven-years mister who tried to help me lift the 80lbs. dumbbell. in fairness to him, he had all the good intentions, but what he did didn't just surprise me and my gym mates, it was the first in all aspects..
picture this, i was doing incline dumbbell press (picture below)..
when after four reps (repetition) i struggled to push them up, this senior guy suddenly jump into my lap to sorta spot me! WTF? in my entire weight lifting experience, i had never witness that kind of spot/help, and never had i drop dumbbells when i'm having difficulty.. i simply put them back on my lower thighs if i can't hoist it up further.. not until today.. i was shock and it practically distracted me.. i could not concentrate and my left hand started to lean back... 80lbs. is just too heavy to hold on to, so before i break my shoulders, i quickly let go of both..
boy, it was shocking. thank God i didn't hold on to them much longer in fear banging them unto the floor.. i'm optimistic my shoulders are fine.. it didn't hurt earlier so i hope there'd be no late reaction tomorrow or the next day..
and yeah, it's weird to see both men in that position... so gay, man! eeewwww!
well, i completed my routine today, so, i'm happy and completely satisfied..
****
meanwhile, Christmas is fast approaching. hopefully, we'd have enough moolah to throw some party and give a few gifts to our indigenous neighbors.. we've been able to do that twice in a row already and people in our area expect a little something like fun and giveaways from us these days.. i'll just have to remember that old saying, "the more you give, the more you receive..." we're pretty tight on budget these days( who doesn't?)... could really, really use the motivation..
i think we've been blessed by God... well, since time immemorial.. whatever we can share, we'd gladly do.. random acts of kindness my friend.. it never hurt..
tired and out.
Thursday, December 06, 2007
"Enjoy when you can, and endure when you must."
—Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
swak!
it's beer friday today... i miss strong ice beer sooo much!
but i'll save the beer binging next week cos my hombre is finally arriving...
let's see if this works... i'm gonna go toe-to-toe with some of the knowledgeable folks in some sites... and i will challenge myself to up my knowhow... personally, i've accomplished a lot in just a few months and had so far sustained it.. so now, it's time to use some of my energy into learning new tricks and continue to absorb what i can in the web world..
the plan is, i'm gonna use all this information when i build my business empire in the next five years.. hehehe.... dreaming...
good morning, and it's time to flex those muscles... c'mon, lets go!
—Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
swak!
it's beer friday today... i miss strong ice beer sooo much!
but i'll save the beer binging next week cos my hombre is finally arriving...
let's see if this works... i'm gonna go toe-to-toe with some of the knowledgeable folks in some sites... and i will challenge myself to up my knowhow... personally, i've accomplished a lot in just a few months and had so far sustained it.. so now, it's time to use some of my energy into learning new tricks and continue to absorb what i can in the web world..
the plan is, i'm gonna use all this information when i build my business empire in the next five years.. hehehe.... dreaming...
good morning, and it's time to flex those muscles... c'mon, lets go!
heavy duty
before anything else, lemme quote you with this classic:
"beauty is in the eye of the beerholder."
quite true, right? hehehe
****
today was heavy. well, my gym routine was. thankfully, i never ran out of buddy there to help me out when i'm about to max it out.
i was working on my shoulder routine and geeez, it was one helluva workout. i finally, finally was able to reach 150lbs. on my military press! sweet, huh? actually, thinking about it right now scared me a bit. not only did i tax my shoulder muscles to the max, my joints were definitely cracking... but i kept on doing shoulder rotations to sorta "lubricate" 'em out.
and i did more, but that was the highlight of the day.
hopefully, i won't have trouble sleeping later.. the pain y'know..
*****
meanwhile, there are few things goin on in the forum world.. i'm a member of some cool ones.. just anonymous and unknown to everyone.. i'd like to keep it that way.. be plain and ordinary.. of course, when you speak your mind and be vocal about certain things, you'd get some attention.. essentially, when you keep it up, you could be the target of some member's hate or affection.. either way, it comes with the territory.. here's hoping i'd get the latter..
*****
uhm, here's ronnie coleman doing leg presses at 2300lbs... minus 560... i'm about 1740lbs. short.. i just have to keep on working on it.. good luck to me!
need to eat lotsa peanuts and spinach to even get to a quarter of what he did.. whew!
"beauty is in the eye of the beerholder."
quite true, right? hehehe
****
today was heavy. well, my gym routine was. thankfully, i never ran out of buddy there to help me out when i'm about to max it out.
i was working on my shoulder routine and geeez, it was one helluva workout. i finally, finally was able to reach 150lbs. on my military press! sweet, huh? actually, thinking about it right now scared me a bit. not only did i tax my shoulder muscles to the max, my joints were definitely cracking... but i kept on doing shoulder rotations to sorta "lubricate" 'em out.
and i did more, but that was the highlight of the day.
hopefully, i won't have trouble sleeping later.. the pain y'know..
*****
meanwhile, there are few things goin on in the forum world.. i'm a member of some cool ones.. just anonymous and unknown to everyone.. i'd like to keep it that way.. be plain and ordinary.. of course, when you speak your mind and be vocal about certain things, you'd get some attention.. essentially, when you keep it up, you could be the target of some member's hate or affection.. either way, it comes with the territory.. here's hoping i'd get the latter..
*****
uhm, here's ronnie coleman doing leg presses at 2300lbs... minus 560... i'm about 1740lbs. short.. i just have to keep on working on it.. good luck to me!
need to eat lotsa peanuts and spinach to even get to a quarter of what he did.. whew!
Wednesday, December 05, 2007
bbbbrrrrr.... sooo hard to wake up in the morning these days.. sooo cold and sooo christmas already, eh?
if you've been drinking diet sodas in lieu of the real deal, you might wanna read this article Do Diet Sodas Make You Fat?
never been a fan of those stuffs.. never crave nor want any of 'em as my "water."
i'd probably go for sports drink like gatorade. and maybe those real teas... not the reel ones.
for coffee brakes, i'd have three in one and a pack of choco powder.. just the right combo..
just recently, i saw a tv ad about milk tea? been mixing that stuff since forever.. they should have oats, coffee and milo (or anything chocolate) in it too.. i'd say, it won't be long before they'd come up with that concoction.
they have instant oats now in small sachets, right?
***
Man opens fire at Omaha mall, killing 8
i guess these things are happening because of the advent of these new gory computer rpg games. i enjoyed it a lot, though. but for some people, they are no longer satisfied killing "terrorist" or "aliens," they want to do the shooting first hand and in person now?
and that's when the problem starts emerging.
i wanna rant s'more but it's too early to go on a rampage mission.
if you've been drinking diet sodas in lieu of the real deal, you might wanna read this article Do Diet Sodas Make You Fat?
never been a fan of those stuffs.. never crave nor want any of 'em as my "water."
i'd probably go for sports drink like gatorade. and maybe those real teas... not the reel ones.
for coffee brakes, i'd have three in one and a pack of choco powder.. just the right combo..
just recently, i saw a tv ad about milk tea? been mixing that stuff since forever.. they should have oats, coffee and milo (or anything chocolate) in it too.. i'd say, it won't be long before they'd come up with that concoction.
they have instant oats now in small sachets, right?
***
Man opens fire at Omaha mall, killing 8
i guess these things are happening because of the advent of these new gory computer rpg games. i enjoyed it a lot, though. but for some people, they are no longer satisfied killing "terrorist" or "aliens," they want to do the shooting first hand and in person now?
and that's when the problem starts emerging.
i wanna rant s'more but it's too early to go on a rampage mission.
Tuesday, December 04, 2007
i miss you guys.
yeah, you know who you are.
but for my trespasses, i have to "self-regulate" and censor myself for the time being.
whatever treatment i get now and in the future, i deserve it.
now, i will continue with this "mode" for as long as it takes... am just trying to feel the vibes... you have no idea how tormenting it is to hold myself back.. but i gotta do what i gotta do.
so there.
whatever the future brings, whether we'd make or break, know that you will always have a special place in my heart..
i feel like crying now (gasp!).
now, time to read some tough talk!
***
more workout updates:
deadlifts. i'm still stuck at 290lbs. but i'm so close to my 300lbs. target i can almost smell it.. hehehe
the squat was making progress. i made it through 230lbs. but way too far for my 300lbs. aim (as usual). essentially, i'm gonna aim for the 400lbs (deadlifts and bench press too)... that should keep me motivated.
leg press was impressive. i went all the way to 560lbs. some gym mates were saying i must be crazy, but that's exactly the reason why some aren't gaining strength cos they were getting "satisfied" with what they've been lifting week-in, week-out. i, however, am a man on a mission. what's deplorable though is that my gym only have 8 pieces of 50lbs. and the machine couldn't accommodate more than that... sigh..
and by the way, leg press is just for bragging rights. even if i can do a thousand pounds of it, i'd surely won't be able to squat even half...
standing military press is still at 140lbs. but am using the olympic bar for the squat rack. now, that's about 20lbs. or more. so, that's about 150-160lbs. my "unassuming" estimate, btw.
reverse dips using my body weight plus 100lbs. more on top of my lap... how you like that, huh? my triceps were pretty toasted the next day and days after..
bench/incline press are still at 220lbs. i think i need to eat enough to be strong enough during crunch time.. need to get proper nourishment hours before max outs..
i can curl a 100lbs. but it hasn't grown my biceps leaps and bounds just yet.. i have to figure something different to trigger some sorta hypertrophy in that area.. my wrist hurts whenever i do those darn bicep isolations..
done crowing.
yeah, you know who you are.
but for my trespasses, i have to "self-regulate" and censor myself for the time being.
whatever treatment i get now and in the future, i deserve it.
now, i will continue with this "mode" for as long as it takes... am just trying to feel the vibes... you have no idea how tormenting it is to hold myself back.. but i gotta do what i gotta do.
so there.
whatever the future brings, whether we'd make or break, know that you will always have a special place in my heart..
i feel like crying now (gasp!).
now, time to read some tough talk!
***
more workout updates:
deadlifts. i'm still stuck at 290lbs. but i'm so close to my 300lbs. target i can almost smell it.. hehehe
the squat was making progress. i made it through 230lbs. but way too far for my 300lbs. aim (as usual). essentially, i'm gonna aim for the 400lbs (deadlifts and bench press too)... that should keep me motivated.
leg press was impressive. i went all the way to 560lbs. some gym mates were saying i must be crazy, but that's exactly the reason why some aren't gaining strength cos they were getting "satisfied" with what they've been lifting week-in, week-out. i, however, am a man on a mission. what's deplorable though is that my gym only have 8 pieces of 50lbs. and the machine couldn't accommodate more than that... sigh..
and by the way, leg press is just for bragging rights. even if i can do a thousand pounds of it, i'd surely won't be able to squat even half...
standing military press is still at 140lbs. but am using the olympic bar for the squat rack. now, that's about 20lbs. or more. so, that's about 150-160lbs. my "unassuming" estimate, btw.
reverse dips using my body weight plus 100lbs. more on top of my lap... how you like that, huh? my triceps were pretty toasted the next day and days after..
bench/incline press are still at 220lbs. i think i need to eat enough to be strong enough during crunch time.. need to get proper nourishment hours before max outs..
i can curl a 100lbs. but it hasn't grown my biceps leaps and bounds just yet.. i have to figure something different to trigger some sorta hypertrophy in that area.. my wrist hurts whenever i do those darn bicep isolations..
done crowing.
an apple a day....
four apples down and am still hungry. tsk.. tsk.. tsk..
i'd have apples (2-4 pcs.) after workout (instead of protein shake) since it's low in glycemic index. meaning, i should be able to sustain the hunger pangs 'til i get home, and home is pretty far and traffic. by the time i'm home, i'd immediately prepare for my ice cold protein shake.. mix with some bananas and milk powder.. voila! there goes my dinner..
i'm usually the first to arrive and the first to leave home... so, i'm pretty much self-sustaining.. barely had help from wifey.. she's insomniac, you know, so she's both late in sleeping and waking up.
i'm tired and i wanna go home.. spend some time with neil... feed the dogs... put my feet up or hit the sack early, but it's raining. i'm not complaining though. some parts of the world had to do all that crazy dance, or walk miles and miles away to get some water... so yeah, i can only be thankful. i just hope it ain't flooding somewhere...
meanwhile, i'm just gonna gulp s'more water and do more reading to get by... chao!
Monday, December 03, 2007
Evel Knievel is dead. but at least, in the end, he believed in something... God.
Before Evel says goodbye, he talks about how he found God a few months ago, in a hotel room in Daytona Beach. “All my life I was an atheist,” he says. “I’d tell people I didn’t believe Jesus could walk on water. Then something happened in Daytona. God spoke to me. He said, ‘Robert, you got to stop tellin’ people you don’t believe in me. I been takin’ care of you for years, watchin’ over you. I done everything for you. And you go tell people you don’t believe in me. You gotta stop it.’
the closest i can go Evel Knievel-like driving my dirt bike, was race against anyone trying to overtake me... last year, finally sobered down and sold it... though i miss that big engine, big tire kindda bike, i gotta steer away from temptation.
for i am weak.
my home internet's still down... it's been days, thank you... Globe!!
my new buddy (again and i don't know his name but we're all "idols" there in our own right) wanted to do a superset workout for the triceps... hhhmmm.. this is pretty but exhausting exercise as it requires just a few seconds of break in between.. but i'm usually "in" for some new challenge especially when it's about testing my strength and endurance.. so, we fired it up!
this guy, by the way, used to work as a P.T. (personal trainer) for Fitness First. if you've been in the cave for so long, you are excuse for your ignorance... otherwise, i should whop you in the ass for not knowing FF.. uhm, yeah, the shortcut for Fitness First.
anyway, he was doin some bench presses.
whenever i'm in the gym, i'm always concern with people who do powerlifts... i've seen a number of them stuck at the bottom, and quite frankly, it scares the crap out of me. so, yeah, i'm very sensitive with that cos some people love to show off but they end up embarrassed cos they can lift the damn bar anymore.
after blazing through 110lbs.(last max out for me was 220lbs., modesty aside), i knew even though he used to do P.T. for clients, he'd pretty much have a hard time completing the set with his current build. seeing his arms shaking to hoist the bar up, off i went to help him lift the bar... or as the bodybuilders lingo would have it, "spot" him.
then he decided to do triceps cos he thought he could use a partner... fine, fine..
he.. he... he was done in about an hour while i stayed a few hours more and hit my abs and legs... my body's lactic acid excretion is squirming like hell right now!
i'm in heat!
no, not the horny kindda heat but my skins are... well, warm.
the plan for this week is to blast 'em up... the muscles, of course...and on saturday, we will witness an abs competition among the gym rats.. then head up for an eat all you can buffet and finish the night off with some gimmick... dunno where yet.
i still haven't made up my mind yet whether i'd join these guys... keepin my fingers crossed for this one...
my new buddy (again and i don't know his name but we're all "idols" there in our own right) wanted to do a superset workout for the triceps... hhhmmm.. this is pretty but exhausting exercise as it requires just a few seconds of break in between.. but i'm usually "in" for some new challenge especially when it's about testing my strength and endurance.. so, we fired it up!
this guy, by the way, used to work as a P.T. (personal trainer) for Fitness First. if you've been in the cave for so long, you are excuse for your ignorance... otherwise, i should whop you in the ass for not knowing FF.. uhm, yeah, the shortcut for Fitness First.
anyway, he was doin some bench presses.
whenever i'm in the gym, i'm always concern with people who do powerlifts... i've seen a number of them stuck at the bottom, and quite frankly, it scares the crap out of me. so, yeah, i'm very sensitive with that cos some people love to show off but they end up embarrassed cos they can lift the damn bar anymore.
after blazing through 110lbs.(last max out for me was 220lbs., modesty aside), i knew even though he used to do P.T. for clients, he'd pretty much have a hard time completing the set with his current build. seeing his arms shaking to hoist the bar up, off i went to help him lift the bar... or as the bodybuilders lingo would have it, "spot" him.
then he decided to do triceps cos he thought he could use a partner... fine, fine..
he.. he... he was done in about an hour while i stayed a few hours more and hit my abs and legs... my body's lactic acid excretion is squirming like hell right now!
i'm in heat!
no, not the horny kindda heat but my skins are... well, warm.
the plan for this week is to blast 'em up... the muscles, of course...and on saturday, we will witness an abs competition among the gym rats.. then head up for an eat all you can buffet and finish the night off with some gimmick... dunno where yet.
i still haven't made up my mind yet whether i'd join these guys... keepin my fingers crossed for this one...
Sunday, December 02, 2007
just finished skimming through shawn ray's interview and i've gotta say, he just won himself a convert.. him and dorian yates were bitter rival during the 90's Mr. Olympia and i've read dorian's comment to one magazine before saying ray was a total ass for saying he is finish as Mr. Olympia that year... well, i'm a big fain of people who stand up for their beliefs and actually do something about it..
i hope i could resolve my personal "issues" someday... so i don't have to worry about me shrinking into some corner cos i don't have the right...
someday.
i hope i could resolve my personal "issues" someday... so i don't have to worry about me shrinking into some corner cos i don't have the right...
someday.
Friday, November 30, 2007
Thursday, November 29, 2007
friends....
no, we didn't go out with my new office mate. i deliberately went back to the office a wee bit later... so she won't catch me..
so, there.
***
just received a text message from the sister of my best pal, earl. he's due to come home this december. i'm excited but i'll have to keep my emotions in check cos i don't wanna get disappointed if things don't materialize as planned... of course, we have "big" plans... he he he...
to be perfectly honest about it, i can't wait for the day my childhood buddy, school mate, more-than-brother and best friend to get his arse down here already.
it's been a year, pal.
****
well, so much for friends, eh?
so, there.
***
just received a text message from the sister of my best pal, earl. he's due to come home this december. i'm excited but i'll have to keep my emotions in check cos i don't wanna get disappointed if things don't materialize as planned... of course, we have "big" plans... he he he...
to be perfectly honest about it, i can't wait for the day my childhood buddy, school mate, more-than-brother and best friend to get his arse down here already.
it's been a year, pal.
****
well, so much for friends, eh?
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
giecel
*yawn*
we have a new officemate. she's soooo hot, young and sexy.. and she's inviting me to go out, have a drink at Paseo... tonight. whoa! slow down tiger.. last time i had a drink, well, me and louie had a bottle-ful of rum.. thankfully, i didn't do anything crazy. well, i was watching myself the whole time and though it was pretty jam packed with beautiful people, i was tame to the end..
i haven't been to that place and i doubt it very much if we'd push through (ok, i'd push through) but she's got a little determination cos she talked about it yesterday.. and she sorta remind me again today...
anyhoo, you'll find out all about... uhm.. later? next post?
****
well, here goes the gym stories yet again..
it's been pretty, lately. i didn't have to wear my shitty wrist support strap to get my reps goin.. i dunno, but the pain slowly subsided when i did minimal isolation exercises. instead, i concentrated on the heavy and compound routine.
these days, i'm gonna do the tough ones... i'd do the squat.. the dead lift... pull-ups... dips...
before, during college days, it never occurred to me the importance of these exercises.. like i'd just do whatever is "appealing" y'know, have that beach boy look or johnny bravo. but i was wrong. it didn't work out.
so now that i'm an old fart, i have to do the hard, painful but kickass exercises... and i can still do them.. how you like that, eh?!
aside from the usual complements i get (no kidding, they said i'm getting leaner.. and this is coming from different people), when i'm in the gym, the gym rats would look at me in awe... for real. that's because i lift like a power lifter. those huge 50lbs. plates, i'd rack them up when i'm doin' military press. and it's true to say as in my own "experiment" with what bodybuilders had been saying all along, that when i'm wearing shirt these days, it's pretty tight on the shoulders, arms and chest part but loose on the ab section. kewl.
but that won't make me go complacent. i am my biggest critic. they said my arms were getting bigger, i say, i don't see my arms anywhere close to rey's or those local roidz boys.. uh, uh.. not even an inch.. i'm gunning for ronnie coleman's physique.. that's what's goin at the back of my brain..
i dunno for how long i can keep this up but i will try to the very end... to stay on track.
time to gorge on my peanuts and coffee fix...
we have a new officemate. she's soooo hot, young and sexy.. and she's inviting me to go out, have a drink at Paseo... tonight. whoa! slow down tiger.. last time i had a drink, well, me and louie had a bottle-ful of rum.. thankfully, i didn't do anything crazy. well, i was watching myself the whole time and though it was pretty jam packed with beautiful people, i was tame to the end..
i haven't been to that place and i doubt it very much if we'd push through (ok, i'd push through) but she's got a little determination cos she talked about it yesterday.. and she sorta remind me again today...
anyhoo, you'll find out all about... uhm.. later? next post?
****
well, here goes the gym stories yet again..
it's been pretty, lately. i didn't have to wear my shitty wrist support strap to get my reps goin.. i dunno, but the pain slowly subsided when i did minimal isolation exercises. instead, i concentrated on the heavy and compound routine.
these days, i'm gonna do the tough ones... i'd do the squat.. the dead lift... pull-ups... dips...
before, during college days, it never occurred to me the importance of these exercises.. like i'd just do whatever is "appealing" y'know, have that beach boy look or johnny bravo. but i was wrong. it didn't work out.
so now that i'm an old fart, i have to do the hard, painful but kickass exercises... and i can still do them.. how you like that, eh?!
aside from the usual complements i get (no kidding, they said i'm getting leaner.. and this is coming from different people), when i'm in the gym, the gym rats would look at me in awe... for real. that's because i lift like a power lifter. those huge 50lbs. plates, i'd rack them up when i'm doin' military press. and it's true to say as in my own "experiment" with what bodybuilders had been saying all along, that when i'm wearing shirt these days, it's pretty tight on the shoulders, arms and chest part but loose on the ab section. kewl.
but that won't make me go complacent. i am my biggest critic. they said my arms were getting bigger, i say, i don't see my arms anywhere close to rey's or those local roidz boys.. uh, uh.. not even an inch.. i'm gunning for ronnie coleman's physique.. that's what's goin at the back of my brain..
i dunno for how long i can keep this up but i will try to the very end... to stay on track.
time to gorge on my peanuts and coffee fix...
Friday, November 23, 2007
i got to get me a tattoo.. i'll start with the legs. the lower portion of my left knee (Tibialis anterior, thanks wiki) had a huge scar that i got when i was a kid needs to be covered with some artistic thingy.. i've been meaning to get one but am still in the process of looking for the right person to do the job... my right foot (well, a few inches from my achilles tendon) also suffered some burns thanks to my motorcycle's pipe... isssshhhhhh!!! that was the sound of it when my skin kiss the super hot metal pipe... now, imagine the pain!
but yeah, i'd love to get me one of these:
someday...
i better hook up with earl and elvin.. they both sport a huge tattoos on their back and legs... where the heck are those guys, anyway?! or should i say, where had i been?
***
i discovered a website that's got full of information i need.. i'm overwhelm. this is exactly the kind of content, info and articles i've been looking for.. i'm just grinning ear-to-ear these days.. thanks internet.. thanks t-nation!
but yeah, i'd love to get me one of these:
someday...
i better hook up with earl and elvin.. they both sport a huge tattoos on their back and legs... where the heck are those guys, anyway?! or should i say, where had i been?
***
i discovered a website that's got full of information i need.. i'm overwhelm. this is exactly the kind of content, info and articles i've been looking for.. i'm just grinning ear-to-ear these days.. thanks internet.. thanks t-nation!
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
the punch lines...
ey sports fans! wassup?!?
good to be back and kicking... i'll have to slowly crawl myself back into the "hood..." expect some twist and turns along the way and, uhm, yeah, the drama... we all love a little dose of that.. like some kindda telenovela... it's no wonder our lives end up that way.. but before anything, i'll have to say the "punchlines" that i've grown accustomed to since time immemorial... and their, well, supposed meanings...
"what the fuck?" - self explanatory.
"paksit" - this is a how we greet each other during the days when we "morning the night."
"paker" - we sooo love rex navarette's joke about "SBC Packers" that my bud started calling us that, paker. but really, it means "fucker." whatever.
"cio," "sho," "shomaker" - i called my niece with that name over the phone and my friend, boyet, started calling me with it too. soon, everyone in the office followed. "shomaker" was a spin-off of the the whole "cio" thing but that's because me and my office best bud, boyet, who by the way lives in NJ these days, loves formula 1 racing.. til now.
"idol" - i started this one in the gym. i call my "spot buddy," idol - all because he's such a hardworking fellow that he literally had a physical makeover.. from fat to whoa! and as usual, as luck would have it, he'd call me "idol" too. other people in the gym heard it and ever since, "idol" had become a byword in there. unfortunately, my friend, (arsua was his last name) quit working out but the "idol" monicker lived on... especially for those who work out hard...
"cracker" - my former officemate, jagger, was such an anxious guy that every sales he made, he'd frantically prepare all the documentations... he would crack at the slightest missteps and when customers start bugging him about documentation, you guess it, he cracks! i'd mess with him even more by mimicking the voice of our GM and calls his name by surprise... and boy, the look on his face? priceless! unfortunately, he left as he was given the pink slip few weeks ago. he now works with our competitor.
"shut up!" - yeah, we'd love to drop this when we're too drunk and in our slurring moments, we so wanted to make a point, but the other guy kept talking... we'd say, "shut up!" but we're all good sport. we never take anything personally.. at least, not yet.
"i just wanna go home" - this isn't really the coolest thing to say when things are starting to "warm up," but i'd usually say this (or my bud, louie) when i had one too many. it's especially and frequently blurted out when cellphones start ringing or some sms comes in a matter of seconds... and it's the wifey! ahhhh!!! have a little empathy, will you? lemme go already!
"i love you!!" - hhhmmmm... say this to any of your friends and you'd be surprise at the look of their face.. i do it frequently -- to anyone.. some actually would say, "you're saying "i love you's" like it's soooo ordinary..." and i say, "why not?" when people do me some favor and get something done for me, i'd say "i love you!!" to them as my way of saying thank you.. once, when my bodybuilder friend taught me a lot of lesson on how to do things properly and i very much appreciated what he did, when he bid goodbye to everyone, i told him, "bye rey, i love you!!!" very loudly. hahaha!!! one japanese guy who heard and whose always serious with his training couldn't help but laugh! rey's reaction was like, "WTF?" but he smiled and went ahead.. but hey, everyone had a good laugh... and as usual and as predictable life can be, more are starting to say that... nice, eh?
more about this "lines" later... trying to remember some of 'em...
now, if you've read this and you caught me flat footed, pants down, drunk, wasted, naked, horny, crazy, and everything, try to understand that that's just the way i am... ok, that's not really me in there but the "poison" working on me... so, could it be that i'm in between sober and drunk state? like the movie "me, myself and irene?" damn, go figure.
and please, skip the picture taking part... i'm too old and ugly for that shit... i'm no britney or paris to get that paparazzi-like images... no magazine or newspaper would want any of that... i guarantee you..
capish?
***
just watched american gangster... loved it! denzel and crowe was exceptionally good.. had to repeat it..
****
still haven't got my shot for anti-tetanus. i step on some friggin' and rusting nail while i was out trying to feed my new dog, maui. it was dark (blackout, mostly in the city) as the typhoon lando just passed us by... but i had to feed her no matter what.. now, i'm gonna die because of my dogs.. great!
******
nuff BS... over and out.
good to be back and kicking... i'll have to slowly crawl myself back into the "hood..." expect some twist and turns along the way and, uhm, yeah, the drama... we all love a little dose of that.. like some kindda telenovela... it's no wonder our lives end up that way.. but before anything, i'll have to say the "punchlines" that i've grown accustomed to since time immemorial... and their, well, supposed meanings...
"what the fuck?" - self explanatory.
"paksit" - this is a how we greet each other during the days when we "morning the night."
"paker" - we sooo love rex navarette's joke about "SBC Packers" that my bud started calling us that, paker. but really, it means "fucker." whatever.
"cio," "sho," "shomaker" - i called my niece with that name over the phone and my friend, boyet, started calling me with it too. soon, everyone in the office followed. "shomaker" was a spin-off of the the whole "cio" thing but that's because me and my office best bud, boyet, who by the way lives in NJ these days, loves formula 1 racing.. til now.
"idol" - i started this one in the gym. i call my "spot buddy," idol - all because he's such a hardworking fellow that he literally had a physical makeover.. from fat to whoa! and as usual, as luck would have it, he'd call me "idol" too. other people in the gym heard it and ever since, "idol" had become a byword in there. unfortunately, my friend, (arsua was his last name) quit working out but the "idol" monicker lived on... especially for those who work out hard...
"cracker" - my former officemate, jagger, was such an anxious guy that every sales he made, he'd frantically prepare all the documentations... he would crack at the slightest missteps and when customers start bugging him about documentation, you guess it, he cracks! i'd mess with him even more by mimicking the voice of our GM and calls his name by surprise... and boy, the look on his face? priceless! unfortunately, he left as he was given the pink slip few weeks ago. he now works with our competitor.
"shut up!" - yeah, we'd love to drop this when we're too drunk and in our slurring moments, we so wanted to make a point, but the other guy kept talking... we'd say, "shut up!" but we're all good sport. we never take anything personally.. at least, not yet.
"i just wanna go home" - this isn't really the coolest thing to say when things are starting to "warm up," but i'd usually say this (or my bud, louie) when i had one too many. it's especially and frequently blurted out when cellphones start ringing or some sms comes in a matter of seconds... and it's the wifey! ahhhh!!! have a little empathy, will you? lemme go already!
"i love you!!" - hhhmmmm... say this to any of your friends and you'd be surprise at the look of their face.. i do it frequently -- to anyone.. some actually would say, "you're saying "i love you's" like it's soooo ordinary..." and i say, "why not?" when people do me some favor and get something done for me, i'd say "i love you!!" to them as my way of saying thank you.. once, when my bodybuilder friend taught me a lot of lesson on how to do things properly and i very much appreciated what he did, when he bid goodbye to everyone, i told him, "bye rey, i love you!!!" very loudly. hahaha!!! one japanese guy who heard and whose always serious with his training couldn't help but laugh! rey's reaction was like, "WTF?" but he smiled and went ahead.. but hey, everyone had a good laugh... and as usual and as predictable life can be, more are starting to say that... nice, eh?
more about this "lines" later... trying to remember some of 'em...
now, if you've read this and you caught me flat footed, pants down, drunk, wasted, naked, horny, crazy, and everything, try to understand that that's just the way i am... ok, that's not really me in there but the "poison" working on me... so, could it be that i'm in between sober and drunk state? like the movie "me, myself and irene?" damn, go figure.
and please, skip the picture taking part... i'm too old and ugly for that shit... i'm no britney or paris to get that paparazzi-like images... no magazine or newspaper would want any of that... i guarantee you..
capish?
***
just watched american gangster... loved it! denzel and crowe was exceptionally good.. had to repeat it..
****
still haven't got my shot for anti-tetanus. i step on some friggin' and rusting nail while i was out trying to feed my new dog, maui. it was dark (blackout, mostly in the city) as the typhoon lando just passed us by... but i had to feed her no matter what.. now, i'm gonna die because of my dogs.. great!
******
nuff BS... over and out.
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
i'll mask my stupidity a few days ago with this numbers... talk about it later (the stupidity)... as these numbers, at least, is something to be proud of.. ok, brag off.. haha!
i'm gaining more strength lately... should i thank my supplements (creatine, amino and CMD) or my food intake... or is it just my sheer determination to break out from the plateau? i dunno but i'm happy to have been able to max it out and get my numbers up in the gym.
the max outs.... in lbs.
standing military press @140
incline bench @210 / bench press @200
deadlift (raw. as in no straps, belts and whatnot) @280
squat @240
dynamic row @160
leg press @490 (but i bet i can do more)
hack squat @200
my parallel dips are getting more reps (repetition) just as my chins...
yeah, i guess i'm goin' insanely stronger each week as i'm competing against the bodybuilder/s (dunno how many are they but they ain't that many) in the gym.. if there's anything i can do good in my life, that would be in there.. the gym.
so, congrats to me.
***
funny.. i remember a scene in one movie (arrrrgghhh!!! as usual, i forgot the title!) when a man asks his boss whether what news would he like to hear first.. "the bad news or the bad news?" yeah, that's the way to do it! hehe!
so, the bad news. last saturday, due to the great taste of chivas regal, i blackout. what a great night to cap the week, eh! i don't want to elaborate and even remember any friggin moment, but as the boxing guru's would have it, "we all have our bad nights." so and unfortunately, that was mine right there.
i'd love to make excuses... that things weren't goin' great with Neil's studies.. like he's failing, and i just had a "sweatful" earlier thus i'm tired which cause my early "knockdown."
but i won't. as President Truman's favorite expression says it above, in the end, i am responsible for my own action and that night, i was an idiot.
and i am just human, too.
so, fuck it, life goes on.
meanwhile, that being said, i have more reason to get my attention into something really different... very interesting thoughts and philosophies that i'm trying to absorb day in, day out...
just going through the motions here.... and in a way, it's a blessing in disguise.
hopefully soon, no more craps and complexities in me's life.
fingers crossed.
i'm gaining more strength lately... should i thank my supplements (creatine, amino and CMD) or my food intake... or is it just my sheer determination to break out from the plateau? i dunno but i'm happy to have been able to max it out and get my numbers up in the gym.
the max outs.... in lbs.
standing military press @140
incline bench @210 / bench press @200
deadlift (raw. as in no straps, belts and whatnot) @280
squat @240
dynamic row @160
leg press @490 (but i bet i can do more)
hack squat @200
my parallel dips are getting more reps (repetition) just as my chins...
yeah, i guess i'm goin' insanely stronger each week as i'm competing against the bodybuilder/s (dunno how many are they but they ain't that many) in the gym.. if there's anything i can do good in my life, that would be in there.. the gym.
so, congrats to me.
***
funny.. i remember a scene in one movie (arrrrgghhh!!! as usual, i forgot the title!) when a man asks his boss whether what news would he like to hear first.. "the bad news or the bad news?" yeah, that's the way to do it! hehe!
so, the bad news. last saturday, due to the great taste of chivas regal, i blackout. what a great night to cap the week, eh! i don't want to elaborate and even remember any friggin moment, but as the boxing guru's would have it, "we all have our bad nights." so and unfortunately, that was mine right there.
i'd love to make excuses... that things weren't goin' great with Neil's studies.. like he's failing, and i just had a "sweatful" earlier thus i'm tired which cause my early "knockdown."
but i won't. as President Truman's favorite expression says it above, in the end, i am responsible for my own action and that night, i was an idiot.
and i am just human, too.
so, fuck it, life goes on.
meanwhile, that being said, i have more reason to get my attention into something really different... very interesting thoughts and philosophies that i'm trying to absorb day in, day out...
just going through the motions here.... and in a way, it's a blessing in disguise.
hopefully soon, no more craps and complexities in me's life.
fingers crossed.
Friday, November 09, 2007
man.. man...
i had an "article" waiting but i haven't had the "time" to complete the whole thing yet.
we have a new dog, by the way. her name is maui.. she's a labrador... and she's so playful and full of life.. a handful, to be exact. i'm not complaining though... wifey is! hehehe
mores stories later...
i had an "article" waiting but i haven't had the "time" to complete the whole thing yet.
we have a new dog, by the way. her name is maui.. she's a labrador... and she's so playful and full of life.. a handful, to be exact. i'm not complaining though... wifey is! hehehe
mores stories later...
Thursday, November 01, 2007
what if...
instead of the veins the bones will pop out from my wrist... or shoulder... or legs?
yeah, i thought about that too...
i have this friend in the gym whom i thought was a total ass cos he just go wherever he pleases and grabs anything without asking anybody if it is still being used... worst, he doesn't return it and just leaves it on the floor or some place where you could accidentally bump yourself into.
whenever we crossed path, i'd usually top his lifts to let him know "i'm better" and i'd purposely drop the plates or the bar on the floor to piss him off or shoooo him away... well, cos i'm annoyed by his bad habits..
eventually, he was able to get my drift and i earned his respect... to make the long story short, we ended up being buddy.
i've finally realize why he's such an ass before... it's probably because he's rich and for that, a brat. and so when the smoke cleared and things started to settle down, he understood and learn to be sensitive to other people around him.
one thing about this guy i didn't know? he's such a kid... a nice kid at that. so now we'd end up talking once in a while during our breaks and he asks for my advices.. really. i should consider being personal trainer as my next career move... someday.. we'll never know...
and this guy got the scare of his life when he was looking at me loading plates after plates and did some super heavy presses and lifts that he pop this question: "what if things go wrong and your bones gives in or your back (spine) can't take it no more... or your shoulders snaps?"
well, shit happens even to the best of us... quite frankly though, the thought of it didn't scare me at all... i have crashed my motor bikes a number of times before, twisted my ankles, fractured some bones, peeled some skin... bruises all over (including my ego)... but i still ride my bike... i still go hard and fast if and when the condition permits... i floored four on the floor so many times when i'm driving a cage...
sure, sure, things had changed but am still the same... i just have to deal things a little differently, now.... shift gears and take the higher road...
so, am still kicking ass out there but i always remember what my late grandma kept telling me whenever i'm out there in the fences doin some acrobatic stunt, BE CAUTIOUS!
aaaahhhhh.... time to zit... and Happy Halloween everyone!
yeah, i thought about that too...
i have this friend in the gym whom i thought was a total ass cos he just go wherever he pleases and grabs anything without asking anybody if it is still being used... worst, he doesn't return it and just leaves it on the floor or some place where you could accidentally bump yourself into.
whenever we crossed path, i'd usually top his lifts to let him know "i'm better" and i'd purposely drop the plates or the bar on the floor to piss him off or shoooo him away... well, cos i'm annoyed by his bad habits..
eventually, he was able to get my drift and i earned his respect... to make the long story short, we ended up being buddy.
i've finally realize why he's such an ass before... it's probably because he's rich and for that, a brat. and so when the smoke cleared and things started to settle down, he understood and learn to be sensitive to other people around him.
one thing about this guy i didn't know? he's such a kid... a nice kid at that. so now we'd end up talking once in a while during our breaks and he asks for my advices.. really. i should consider being personal trainer as my next career move... someday.. we'll never know...
and this guy got the scare of his life when he was looking at me loading plates after plates and did some super heavy presses and lifts that he pop this question: "what if things go wrong and your bones gives in or your back (spine) can't take it no more... or your shoulders snaps?"
well, shit happens even to the best of us... quite frankly though, the thought of it didn't scare me at all... i have crashed my motor bikes a number of times before, twisted my ankles, fractured some bones, peeled some skin... bruises all over (including my ego)... but i still ride my bike... i still go hard and fast if and when the condition permits... i floored four on the floor so many times when i'm driving a cage...
sure, sure, things had changed but am still the same... i just have to deal things a little differently, now.... shift gears and take the higher road...
so, am still kicking ass out there but i always remember what my late grandma kept telling me whenever i'm out there in the fences doin some acrobatic stunt, BE CAUTIOUS!
aaaahhhhh.... time to zit... and Happy Halloween everyone!
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
wear and tear
it's hard to accept it but i think i'm on the verge and realclose of injuring myself. i can feel my right wrist feeling funny (in a scary way) that even when i'm doin ordinary things, it knacks weirdly. earlier, i felt a pang of pain on my right shoulder while doin bench presses... and get this, it wasn't even close to my maximum load yet... so, yeah, i'm kindda there right now... y'know... getting fucked!
i always thought i wouldn't. some people kept telling or i heard them talking about doin some light workout on some other days... i wouldn't have any of their advice... i felt really invincible especially when i was able to lift all the dumbbells that were placed in the heavy rack... sorta place where only the "big boys" hang around... best of all, i can go toe-to-toe with the "old-timers" or the "bodybuilders" in my gym... "if they could lift it, i could too!" was very much my mentality the whole time.. i would grind for hours... when i'm there, it's all business..
so today... err, i mean tonight, i seriously thought about backing off a bit to heal up.. my doc-wannabe friend asked his ortho/resident doc/instructor on how to deal with those things cos he too suffered the same fate as i am. the doc said calmly to him... "take two weeks off."
i don't know but i guess it's the best option for me also... five to six days a week of romancing the iron bars... have to stop the madness right now... i should have a better plan when i go back so i don't injure myself again... but that will have to wait til the middle of November... which is my payment due...
a MEMO to myself:
SLOW DOWN or burn baby... burn!
***
this one was on Oct. 28.....
i always thought i wouldn't. some people kept telling or i heard them talking about doin some light workout on some other days... i wouldn't have any of their advice... i felt really invincible especially when i was able to lift all the dumbbells that were placed in the heavy rack... sorta place where only the "big boys" hang around... best of all, i can go toe-to-toe with the "old-timers" or the "bodybuilders" in my gym... "if they could lift it, i could too!" was very much my mentality the whole time.. i would grind for hours... when i'm there, it's all business..
so today... err, i mean tonight, i seriously thought about backing off a bit to heal up.. my doc-wannabe friend asked his ortho/resident doc/instructor on how to deal with those things cos he too suffered the same fate as i am. the doc said calmly to him... "take two weeks off."
i don't know but i guess it's the best option for me also... five to six days a week of romancing the iron bars... have to stop the madness right now... i should have a better plan when i go back so i don't injure myself again... but that will have to wait til the middle of November... which is my payment due...
a MEMO to myself:
SLOW DOWN or burn baby... burn!
***
this one was on Oct. 28.....
Friday, October 26, 2007
sabado nights
one hundred thirty pounds excluding the bar for a standing military press? i am surprise.. by ME!
yeah, i am bragging. i'm just happy to max it out in that level of tonnage... this week's session had been all great... fuck the pain, i'm doing it full throttle!
i need to pile up some serious mass while i can cos by the time i'm old and gray, it won't be easy to do those lifts.. just like the once and glorious former Mr. Philippines, who had to call for help cos he can't raise the bar anymore while doing incline bench press... it's ll in the mind now, sir... as the cliché goes, "the mind is willing, but the body is weak."
hope i didn't screw that up.
nuff said.
just a side note, i'm pretty amuse by this fellow whenever he works out... cos he never fails to wear protective belt...
so what's amusing about it? well, he only lifts a puny 10-15 pounds while i'm grinding 250's wearing nothing but raw power... hhhhaaaaahhhh... i know.. it's windy in here too!
***
and i'm just too happy exams are over... no, not mine. it's Neil's. i am his tutor y'know.. dang, it's a pretty tough job, huh!
now, i don't have to worry bout dashing home as quickly as i could... i could use the breather....
i was gonna ask the guys from school, "are you sure these subjects are for grade 3?"
cos it's friggin tough, titser!
on the bright side (well, i have to look at that part), i'm having one helluva refresher/crash course about elementary subjects.. God bless me.
***
i can't complain and i won't apologize for the boring entries here these days... cos this is the right page for me. i've been really "bad" for many years which got me weak and ill and obese and i kept on thinking that one day i can turn things around... day-by-day... one drinking session after another... packs of cigarettes and more... contemplating... planning and feeling my body... but i can't wait for me to burst.. i could be late, y'know...
so, this is why i'm HOT and starting to look brawny today... he he he
i'm happy cos after months (started march or april) of hard training, burning out didn't crossed my mind, still. i think about it everyday... sleep, eat, work and just roll with it... but i ain't goin crazy with it, yet... i'd go out and have some rum or beer on some weekends... and sometimes, i'd go crazy with who-knows-what.
like two weeks ago. haha!
i guess i should start "behaving" more next time.. for real.
uummmm... like tonight?
yeah, i am bragging. i'm just happy to max it out in that level of tonnage... this week's session had been all great... fuck the pain, i'm doing it full throttle!
i need to pile up some serious mass while i can cos by the time i'm old and gray, it won't be easy to do those lifts.. just like the once and glorious former Mr. Philippines, who had to call for help cos he can't raise the bar anymore while doing incline bench press... it's ll in the mind now, sir... as the cliché goes, "the mind is willing, but the body is weak."
hope i didn't screw that up.
nuff said.
just a side note, i'm pretty amuse by this fellow whenever he works out... cos he never fails to wear protective belt...
so what's amusing about it? well, he only lifts a puny 10-15 pounds while i'm grinding 250's wearing nothing but raw power... hhhhaaaaahhhh... i know.. it's windy in here too!
***
and i'm just too happy exams are over... no, not mine. it's Neil's. i am his tutor y'know.. dang, it's a pretty tough job, huh!
now, i don't have to worry bout dashing home as quickly as i could... i could use the breather....
i was gonna ask the guys from school, "are you sure these subjects are for grade 3?"
cos it's friggin tough, titser!
on the bright side (well, i have to look at that part), i'm having one helluva refresher/crash course about elementary subjects.. God bless me.
***
i can't complain and i won't apologize for the boring entries here these days... cos this is the right page for me. i've been really "bad" for many years which got me weak and ill and obese and i kept on thinking that one day i can turn things around... day-by-day... one drinking session after another... packs of cigarettes and more... contemplating... planning and feeling my body... but i can't wait for me to burst.. i could be late, y'know...
so, this is why i'm HOT and starting to look brawny today... he he he
i'm happy cos after months (started march or april) of hard training, burning out didn't crossed my mind, still. i think about it everyday... sleep, eat, work and just roll with it... but i ain't goin crazy with it, yet... i'd go out and have some rum or beer on some weekends... and sometimes, i'd go crazy with who-knows-what.
like two weeks ago. haha!
i guess i should start "behaving" more next time.. for real.
uummmm... like tonight?
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
rain, rain...
change program.
yeah, i have to.
i will treat myself like it's just now that i am working out. not that i'm unimpressed or discontent, but there's just soooo many things i'm starting to discover and learn by just reading some stuffs on the net.
so, i'm gonna start from the scratch... learn a few things... unlearn some... it'll be exciting again!
ok, more exciting now.
***
i discovered recently that our newly hired IT guys are already tinkering with my PC... hhmmmm....this early?!?
long before they've set foot here, i've been the "go to guy" whenever shit comes up so i know my way around... first they un-installed my skype (which by the way i couldn't care less cos i ain't using it) and then they took my firewall off and installed a spy software (remote admin) so they can take a peek as to what i am working with (or browsing, if you may)... that is, if i'm screwing around, ya know... and maybe later, take over my PC when i'm not around...
they probably think that i'm just gonna hand it to them in silver platter and give them the satisfaction of busting me with my pants down and tail between my legs...
great, guys! you just started a war and i ain't backin' out... lets see if you REALLY can find out what i am doing... and yeah, you'll be surprise at what i can do... heee heee
can i say the punchline?
here goes:
WATCH ME!
***
thanks to the rain i'm pretty much stuck here and writing this masterpiece... hope you enjoyed it.
ciao!
yeah, i have to.
i will treat myself like it's just now that i am working out. not that i'm unimpressed or discontent, but there's just soooo many things i'm starting to discover and learn by just reading some stuffs on the net.
so, i'm gonna start from the scratch... learn a few things... unlearn some... it'll be exciting again!
ok, more exciting now.
***
i discovered recently that our newly hired IT guys are already tinkering with my PC... hhmmmm....this early?!?
long before they've set foot here, i've been the "go to guy" whenever shit comes up so i know my way around... first they un-installed my skype (which by the way i couldn't care less cos i ain't using it) and then they took my firewall off and installed a spy software (remote admin) so they can take a peek as to what i am working with (or browsing, if you may)... that is, if i'm screwing around, ya know... and maybe later, take over my PC when i'm not around...
they probably think that i'm just gonna hand it to them in silver platter and give them the satisfaction of busting me with my pants down and tail between my legs...
great, guys! you just started a war and i ain't backin' out... lets see if you REALLY can find out what i am doing... and yeah, you'll be surprise at what i can do... heee heee
can i say the punchline?
here goes:
WATCH ME!
***
thanks to the rain i'm pretty much stuck here and writing this masterpiece... hope you enjoyed it.
ciao!
Monday, October 22, 2007
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