exit light

hhmmmm... there'd been an unprecedented mass exodus of key employees since the last few months in the company i work with... i'm pretty used to people coming and going here.. it had been the trend since time immemorial... managers quit, rank and file employees quit... damn, even the lowly technicians quit!

the job which is supposed to be mine had i not declined already had 20 employees and counting sit on it only to quit after a few months... damn, my boss says "it's supposed to be a career move" on my part, but i figured, shet, there's no friggin' way i'm gonna sit my ass the entire day in the office --- boiling room style!

well, they can have it.. i'm here for the fun.. earn a living enough to feed my family, have a li'l fun along the way and maybe enjoy my job.. not stress my brains out!

i've been trying to evaluate myself... y'know, do i have the balls to be, uhum, a leader?? nope... sorry.. i don't want the stress.. the headache.. yeah, just lemme go kick somebody's ass if i have to, but don't, never.. ever.. make me lead.

i'm a good soldier... that, i'm proud of... i obey.. i follow.. barely complains..

look at those leaders we're having right now... Bush, McCain, Obama, Arroyo... damn, even Bin Laden isn't having fun right now... those militant leaders getting jailed or killed.. yeah, yeah... it's better to die for something than die for nothing..

whatever.

anyhoo, Godspeed to all who've come... and go.. may you find greener pasture out there...

i gotta go hit the road..

chill.

Shake It

whew!!!

that was HARD!

this is madness, man... but i like it and i want MORE!!

so, i took a break yesterday since my shoulders were pretty sore... came back today and my golly, i was just waxin' hot... thanks to that hand grip i recently bought, some veins in my forearm are ready to break out.. but they still fatigue rather quickly...

got a new friend named Romeo.. actually, we've been casual friend since i started last month.. right now, this dude is my "idol." he's about 5'1", muscular and he just ate those darn 120 pound dumbbells --- easily.

friggin' strong, hommie!

i know he's "ON" to something (read: steroids). i saw him a few months back competing.. the dude look awesome that time.. ripped and dry.. right now he's a li'l off physique-wise, but he can go competition-ready in no time...

incidentally, he started working out in my previous gym.. him and Rey are "friends." only now he's so much better in terms of strength and mass... Rey's still stuck with those puny weights back in the old gym while this dude, he's just on a league of his own... yet he's not even loud like Rey who relishes on bashing everyone when they turn their back.. what can i say, some people, ey?

i just did incline barbell bench press earlier and it's just it.. i'm done doing those bench and incline bench press using barbell... they just friggin' hurt my !@#%$^& shoulders!!!



i'll just work around dumbbells, cables and machines... save for military press.. i'm fine doing it with barbells...



done ranting... now, watch!




if you want the Official Video, click THIS instead.... y'know, Official Videos these days cannot get embedded no more... tisk.. tisk..

eicosanoids

hhhmmmmm.. amazing.

it's only yesterday i realize that thing they call inflammation... y'know, inflamed muscles... ring a bell??



anyhoo, since it was a holiday yesterday, i trained like a mad man.. going wall-to-wall almost non-stop and whop my shoulders, biceps, triceps and abs to extinction... for hours, momma!

now, i had a brilliant idea before i went to wreck havoc in the gym.. that afterwards i'd hit the log instead of malling.. this is supposed to speed up recovery and growth... Neil wasn't with me, so, i don't see a point strolling around by my lonesome..

after i got home, went to devour a few boiled eggs.. then, as planned, went snoozin'..

boy, it's hard to sleep when you're over-fatigued, tell ya that! i just kept turning and turning.. luckily, i was able to nap in between...

after waking up, that was then i felt my shoulders being warm... it's kinda unusual.. i'm guessing it's the lactic acid build-up on the area that's makin' it warm.. since i bang it pretty good, it took a lot of time for the acid to flush-out of my system.. first time in my lifting years that i have to ice 'em to sorta cool 'em down... then, i have to shower to make sure i "extinguish the fire."

thus, today i'll rest... no lifting, no cardio... no nothing.

and i feel good!


***


meanwhile, earlier today, i went to visit my old gym... i was just outside walking in, and i was just smiling cheerfully... y'know, it's nice to see the 'boys in the hood' all over again... oh, the place had just been re-painted.. i'm ready to cry, mate!

a few re-arranging of stuffs here and there.. still looks the same... just pretty darn organized now that i'm gone!

man, i'm touched when they told me to "get your arse back in the gym already... c'mon, idol!"

Gaga, the chief instructor told me i'd regret it for quitting... Benito, the assistant was sayin' he'd find me another locker cos mine had already been taken.. Rey was skeptic... he said i could be pretending to be "off" the gym but actually lifting in another gym... but later said i'd be sorry for taking the time off...

told them i'd be back next year... geeezzz, sorry for lying guys.. i gotta keep this "moves" of mine low... as in, in all modesty...

anyway, i missed 'em all... big time!

but no regrets.

things are goin' great for me now... my numbers are UP if you catch my drift.. gotta keep moving forward... but i'll keep in touch with my former mates... that's a promise!

How do you do that?

seems my bro might finally buy me these stuffs:





well, i need 'em very badly.

the straps would help me grasp the bar even if my forearms are already toasted during super heavy sets... your lifts are just as good as your forearms can handle... when it's already fatigue, there ain't no way of adding more plates to the bar cos you can't hold on to the bar no more.. comprende?!

while the heavy grip should help me strengthen my forearm...

i was gonna give-up having them as my bro didn't advise me.. like for weeks!

'til yesterday.

he said he's ordering 'em this week.. hopefully...

i'll keep my fingers crossed for this one, though.

remember that night vision binocular i'm supposed to get? well, it never came... meaning, i don't wanna get burned waiting in vain ever again...



so much for promises, huh?

worst, i never even asked for it... someone was kind enough to sorta volunteer.. kept my hopes up... but zit.. zat.. nada...

tsk.. tsk..

so, lesson learned: keep your hopes up, but lower your expectation... how'd you suppose to do that? lemme know when you've figured it out..

cos i dunno neither.

Mr. Olympia 2008

the new Mr. Olympia, Dexter Jackson



thanks to the dude who shared this.. tho it's a little blurry, still better than none, eh?

avoirdupois

our manager whose on his "last days" as an employee cos he's resigning due to, uhm, lets just call it "unfair labor practice" on his part, invited me for a beer... i would've wanted to go drown some alcohol away with him and the rest of the "gang," but i was just "totalled" today...

i hit my quads, arms and abs earlier... so, right now, i'm just wasted... in a good way, that is..

i just feel totally exhilarated whenever i'm feelin' the "pump..." gym rats live for that, in case you dunno...

watching Dennis Wolf (feel free tou google or youtube him) train like an animal, just floored me down - good!!

doin' circuit training ain't for the weak heart, hommie... and it's best to have a partner.. the weights could go crashing on your teeth if you mess up due to too much exhaustion and, no one can assist you in moving the friggin' load.. lucky them.

good thing, Sir Doy was very cool with me not being able to accompany him on his "farewell tour." if i have to drink, i'd better be doing it at home where i could just crap wherever i feel like... besides, i feel the need to watch F1 cos it's the first time that they're racing at night! gotta be there for, duh, history, babe!

tired.. sleepy... and goin now...

Go Hamilton!

Go McLaren!

week in review

these tickled my fancy...

- China's milk - contaminated

- US Economy - down the shitters

- Motorcycle's indiscriminately towed all over the city

- Adminstrative Order "against" motorcycle... well, enthusiast ain't sayin' "hallelujah..." go figure!

- Formula 1 Night Racing in Singapore

- Virginity being auctioned... i'm broke, yo!

- Just passed the Nursing Board female student killed in Negros... military says she's an NPA rebel who engaged them to a gunfight... pity

- SRP seeing the light of day

there.

work it!

I Hate Lard

ola!

before i go miles away further, lemme thank my buddy, Earl, for helping me out last week... he really is my best pal.. he stood by me all throughout my *uhum* ordeal and deservingly so, a best man for a best friend to keep... my your tribe multiply, part!

***



i am declaring WAR...

a WAR against LARD!!!

GGrrrRRRRrr!!!!

i just saw a guy curling super heavy dumbbells earlier... this dude is, i dunno how to describe his body... he's fat, big, muscular... but if you're eyes ain't trained, you'd probably judge him as an obese man.. i haven't seen him squat or deadlift, but his leg press, hack squat and some rows are pretty decent.. unfortunately, for his height, his legs are waaaay too big! ever saw an electric post? it's something like that...

yeah, i lift to be strong too but not to the extent where i'd look like a ball if i roll over..LOL!

he just look so bloated all over.. he walks around like a duck cos his inner thigh keeps rubbing against each other.. that's quite a pain, tell ya that! even i, who don't have as huge legs as he have, yet i get the same amount of friction if i wear a mere boxer brief... gotta have those cycling undershort, hommie!

i dunno what's his goal, but i'd definitely not take that direction.. i'm even killing myself in the threadmill to lose lotsa lard.. right now, for a change, i really wanna look good nekked.. but i don't wanna lose any strength while on it.. in fact, just bought me a hand grip... obviously, to strengthen my grip when holding the bar or anything that requires a good amount of squeezing.. i wanna grow stronger in every department while losing lard along the way...

now, it's definitely hard work. it's good that our body is able to adapt to whatever stress we put it into.. i.e. changes of temperature/weather, being subjected to constant pain, your pain threshold increases... look at those MMA Fighters who can take whatever the opponent throws at them.. unless of course you get 'em right on the money, thus, knocking them out.. etc... etc...

unfortunately, it has its setbacks... your muscles won't grow when it's able to adapt to the same stress.. your weight won't go down when you hit plateau... that is, when it's used to the same weight for a period of time, it won't budge anymore unless you do something different or drastic.. that's why you see most people in the gym who look exactly the same since you saw them the first time.. save for a few who really wax it up wall-to-wall..

so now, i'm trying to up the ante with my cardio thingy and i will continue to so 'til i hit my target weight... wanna know?

secret.

K.I.T.T.

can't wait.

"We're It..."

this thoughts actually ran through my brain while we went through that mob attack last Sunday when only two policemen showed up... love that movie too!

"where's the rescue squad??"

read the title for your answer...




scenes from the movie Black Hawk Down.

pusillanimity

addendum to the last post below...

i failed to mention that, yeah, the pricks had a gun...

no matter how well trained you are in whatever field of physical combat if your opponent have gun/s, better run and hide, hommie!

we don't need no dead hero no more... plenty of 'em have gone to the other side..

capish?

***

it's been weeks now since i've noticed some bruises on my upper quad.. there are some red spots scattered in one area.. kinda freaky, mate!

anyway, there must be a logical explanation to it other than me having some creepy thoughts that some "white lady" in the house must've something to do with it.. remember that white lady in the rooftop hubbub goin' around the neighborhood?

nah, you're too lazy to read back and i'm too lazy to put labels... that should be fair for both of us now, huh?

damn!! damn!! damn!!

i'm sooooo slow!

finally figured it out yesterday.

why it's blacked and bruised? cos i friggin' catch the dumbbells on the way down using my upper quad (thigh) and the new gym's dumbbells don't have a smooth edge.. instead, a bolt actually concave dead center on the dumbbells outer rim.. not too big or sharp but enough to do some damage like what i'm having now.. so shet, ey??

here, lemme illustrate:



above is an overkill, though... but the one's in the gym had about an inch of bolt protruding on the edge...

however, i wouldn't mind one bit if that's how our dumbbells look like in the gym... that is, if Jamie Eason is in front of me..

The Element Of Surprise

"call up the police!!!"

a man shouted..



"ssshhhhhhh... keep you heads down..."



"turn off the lights.."



"lock the doors!!"



"anybody called the cops already?"



"be still... they might see you!"



"don't open the windows.."



"take off your clothes!"



i made up the last one... ha ha!

too serious, eh?

anyway, a mobile patrol car came with two cops on-board... we felt a li'l secured, alright.

but...

the darn stone still kept raining at the next house!! those sons of bitches ain't got no respect for policemen... they're ON to something.. and your guess is good as mine..

they were still shouting.. those fools want elmer out so maybe they could lynch him..

we still waited inside.. with only two policemen around, it's too risky to go out.. we're up against a rowdy mob here whose got nothing to lose..

good thing another mobile patrol arrived.. they really could use a back-up.. quite a number of policemen now.. some are carrying M16's.. good thinking hommies!

minutes later, things settled down.. those chicken-shit outside turn the table on elmer accusing him of being the one who possesses a gun when they were the ones who fired at us... a policeman came at the backdoor where we were holdin' up... but, instead of those bastards being pick-up and questioned, elmer took the brunt and was taken to the police station.. while he was escorted outside the house to the mobile car, the pricks kept yelling a him, and your guess is good as mine, they want his blood.

so off they went to the police station.. a few policemen were left and we took advantage of having them escort us to our vehicle.. good thing i parked the van a few meters away or it would have been smashed and wrecked too like elmer's motorcycle.. he happened to park it right outside the host's house.. and, he was there smoking, whiling away time and gave the dickheads outside a good idea he owns the bike..

finally, a lot people have gathered outside the place.. damn kibitzers! it was soooo hard to get out, but i thought, man, i gotta get out of here fast!

so, i muscled my way out and heaved a sigh of relief after arriving at the main road.. another ordeal down the drain.. thanks good Lord we made it in one piece!

why it's so scary?

fine...

ok, why it scared the shit out of me?

- it ain't our neighborhood

- we don't know those pricks

- they've got nothing to lose

- they are ON drugs, drunk and pissed for not getting invited, much less, given food

- we don't know whose with us or against us

- we were caught with our pants down.. surprise!


add all that up and we're pretty screwed... more reason not to loosely party around...

called 'em up later (wifey's relatives) for update, and boy, those assholes did quite a damage to their house.. except for elmer's battered head and bruised ego, everyone was safe.

after cleaning up the mess, they found three bullet slugs from what appeared to be a .357 gun.

end.

the aftermath

i'm bleeding... financially.. HELP!

yeah.

after last week's hullabaloo i've been talking about, it swept most of my hard-earned moola i'm now scrambling to pay my debts from credit cards and whatnot.

dayum!

sucks this way...

i hope to turn things around before i'd go kick my head to wall (is that even possible?)...

i will survive, however.

***

last night we went to a birthday party.. it was the birthay of the child of wifey's cousin... her niece, to be exact.

if you've been my fan, you'd know i'm not IN for parties. no, i'm not really snub or anything that resembles one, but it ain't just my forte... partying, crowded places, fiesta's and all that drama we've all grown to... so un-me, hommie.

anyway, after a shetload of constant prodding from wifey, i gave in and went ahead to a place i have yet to discover and people i've yet to meet..

everything went well except for my crumbling stomach because of a few delays in serving the food and drinks... oh, there was that loud videoke machine that wifey and her cousins took turn abusing... the "abusing" part didn't got me worried.. it's how close the neighborhood houses/apartments are and how loud they tuned it up.. anyhoo, i didn't bother to sing one song cos my throat seem harsh... it's always been like that..

after eating, we were served beers... nice.

a few more shots.. sips.. snort.. swig...

then...

BAM!!!

one of the visitor who was hanging outside the house had a 'misunderstanding' with some neighborhood toughie..

"no!! don't do it!!"

the toughie's companion shouted at elmer...

elmer, the visitor who scuffled with the group of addicts, punks, hoodlum and 'boys in the hood' took a chair so he could finish off the guy who smash a bottle of beer into his head and is now laying down the street after he punched his face... and maybe if he's lucky, he can use the chair to bash the mob who are trying to attack him..

unfortunately, he's no match to the rowdy people who wanted to kick his ass.. so he ran for cover.. we all ran for cover..

stones started raining like hell to the host's house... some guns were fired..

that was one helluva scary scene you'd only see in movies..

fortunately, the next door neighbor open their back door and allowed us in 'til the cops arrive..

we were there.. hiding.. kept quiet.. but the friggin' stones continued to rain over wifey's cousin's house..

(to be continued....)

hung over

t'was fun last night.. *yawn*

a bit.

whenever i hear some house music or anything with a nice beat into it, i'd usually feel nostalgic and missed hanging out in a bar... with many people dancing, gyrating and the likes..

but, when i'm in there, i kinda hate it.

i hate the smoke, those cheap, young chicks smokin' their lungs out and drinking extra strong beer like they are 'amongst men' when it comes beer bingin'... those horny guys.. you should watch them.. ha ha!



it's quite a mix.. some gays.. boys, girls.. and they are very good at picking their target.. a looker, usually.

i hate that we have to share a glass to pass around when we can just have our individual poison... so liberated yet so old school, ey?

i hate taking a piss when i'm inebriated.. i have to go through a bunch of drunks like me on my way to the C.R. then accidentally bump a few of them on my way out.. sorry my ass!!

now, the worst part of course is when i'd have one too many and going home safe, sound and early is next to impossible... what's more, the effing hang over to deal with the next day!

so there.. it's a love and hate thing.

last night was no different.. it's fun, yeah, but it's bum afterwards.. i was at my best behavior, i'm happy to report.. t'was all clean fun.. whatever that means to you.

anyway, though sluggish and felt sleepy today, i've managed to hit the gym and salvaged a few workout..

been hitting the threadmill after my lifts are done.. to sorta burn some nasty lard off.. and oh, the darn alcohol too!

gotta be sexy, baby..

i dunno.. i barely wore body-fitting shirt around the gym.. always those XL's and i can see how people look at me lift and wonder... if i ever look good nekked?? wahahaha!!!



even those lanky lookin' folks wear tank-tops "cause they've grown lotsa muscles doin' barbell curl.." yeah right!

i'm always cool wearing not-so-revealing shirts.. i don't need to go out like that to show-off..

but i wouldn't mind girls, ladies wear one like this:


















guess, to each his own?

what am i talking here???

i better hit the road...

later folks.

relief

i've done it... quite an ordeal, tell ya that.. i'll never ever do it again..

glad it's over.

***

meanwhile, i'd probably stuck at that darn 80 pounder dumbbell for a while... it'll take a good while before i could move up the weights again.. but i'm happy for making some progress.. usually, when i go to the gym, i'd have butterflies on my stomach.. especially when i enter that zone where i'm about to conquer another 'milestone' of a lift.. i mean that for me is the challenge that keeps me goin out for more..

meeting Lui for a beer in a moment.

chiao!

face off

it's almost time...

i'm not really ready....

but...

let's get this done and over with.

into the groove

whew! things are getting niftier in the gym.. those body-huggin'-top-tank lovin' boys are bunch of punks who needs a spotter for a tiny-little-puny-weight they're benching.. damn! you guys are a wuss.. pussy, to be exact!



so there... they've laid out their cards.. what i've notice with this 'boys in the hood' doin' frequently in the gym are bunch of isolation exercises, drop sets and a few supersets here and there.. no major compound exercises such as squat and deads.. alright, they'd do military press but on the smith machine and with a spotter at that, again!! see, they really are pussies, eh?

earlier, this short and scrawny dude kept gremacing while lifting and he never fails to grunt, drop the weights before and after lifting, abuse the machines by rapidly letting go of the handles thereby causing it to thud helplessly... hey hommie, you own that darn machine??



then another guy who works his legs, squats in the smith machine (boy, they just love abusing that poor thing) always pouts his face everytime.. darn, the wimp is just lifting about a quarter.. ok, maybe half of what i'm squatting, but i squat in the power rack, free from machine mambo-jumbo and i always go past parallel.. never half ass.. i almost burst into laughter watching him doin' leg press in that sissy nautilus machine and seeing how he seem to be in severe pain with the way his face looked... why sissy you ask? cos it's soooo safe to adjust the weight at the flick of a finger and you can't overload the darn thing cos everything is fixed at the machine.. whilst the hardcore version allows to load as much plates as your guts can wield and, make no mistake when executing the exercise cos if you screw your breathing or loads it more than you can handle, the weights will go down crumbling on you.. meaning to say, you screw up and you could end up dead..

can you spot the NOT?

there are still plenty of jokers out there... waiting to be discovered.. he he!

in fairness, there are a lot of hardcore just the same.. some startled me with the weights they're able to handle.. kinda freak show to watch, mate.



anyway, i'm happy with my progress right now.. i now know how to handle the weights better and control my breathing.. gotta keep the whole body safe from accidents and whatnot.. my 'toolbox' is filled with useful stuffs... and i'm not even done filling it up..

on the other hand, it's been a huge contrast with the way i deal with people around the gym.. while in the former i used to joke around and talk lotsa shit every now and then or in between sets, now it's all business.. most of my friends now are PT's (personal trainer) but the jokes and the chatters are at bare minimum.. while it's good cos i can focus more, the bum of course is when i can't pull anyone for help.. but hey, Henrik Ibsen says "The strongest man in the world is he who stands alone."

i'll keep that as my motivation... i gotta.

off to the mall.

disappointed

yeah, the title says it all..

to whom?

my brother.

he's been out there in the 'land of milk and honey' and earning some good greens, but he's pretty much forgotten his own brother/s.. guess people can easily forget when things are goin' great at their end.. hope they don't fall hard and fast, cos hommie, when everything is said and done, it's always the family that takes care of their own.. no matter what!

i ask him a small favor.. i actually needed some gear for my, you know, training.. things are getting serious at my end and i can't find the darn gear in this side of place.. so i ask him if he could instead send me those stuffs since i can't get it here... as my birthday gift, that is. well, ever since he flew there, not once did i ask him a favor.. not once.

so i figured, it's the best time to "try" to ask him this li'l favor, after all, he never sent me anything brand new, straight from him and never on any occassion..

almost a month since and to my dismay, nothing came... *sigh*

so, i'm better off getting unsolicited gifts from other people than from my own blood? i've received a lot from our customers, friends (here and abroad), and from many others who appreciate what i've done from them or are just happy that i belong to their circle.. that's a matter of factly and modesty aside..

except for my sister.. she's always generous.. she just gives and gives and that's why life for her out there is a breeze... though she encounters a few bumps along the way, but she always pulls it through..

yeah.. yeah.. my brother did sent me a few stuffs.. those run-me-down shirts.. shoes.. etc.. but he just "freeloads" them with my sis' box when she sends us some stuff.. so 'he could save.'

appreciate that, bro.

BIG THANKS!

really. sincerely.

but if it was me in your place, i'd send you some some run-me-downs.. and lotsa brand new stuffs too.. after all, you are my brother..

if i can give something to a total stranger, how much more to you?



rant over.

80 and toned - NOT!

whew! that took a while.. conquering 80 pounds of those darn dumbbell was a steep steep 'Everest to climb,' eh?

havin' combine my push and pull exercises in one session took its tool on me.. strength and stamina-wise.. i'm not like one of those gym rats who do one bodypart a day.. i like 'em more.. the many-er, the better.

besides, it's just a waste of time hitting one muscle every time.. that's aside from what the 'experts' advise -- that you combine antagonistic exercises to different muscle group.. to sorta strike a balance..

havin' said that, i'm still on course to press and pull that 120 pound dumbbells.. someday.

now i've been reading a lot these days, thanks to those cheap back-issues of Ironman, Muscle and Fitness, etc. and it's been really nice to discover new things again.. though i'm pretty well-read courtesy of internet, it's different when you have a hard copy conveniently at your disposal than keeping a tab on things mentally... especially if you have a memory like mine!

the new things i learned compliment the new things i'm discovering at the new gym.. now, you can call me crazy or an ass, but i don't make it a point to do a "to-do list." i guess being on this thing called the 'iron' game, i've pretty much memorize the things i need to do..

it's funny looking at those dorks in the gym going around with their 'program' and doing everything "by the book." nothing wrong with that really.. just a little nerdy and robot-ish.. he he!

but we all have to start somewhere.. they are noobs.. so i let them be.

oh, felt like a noob, too! these days, since i'm always wearing super loose shirts when workin' out, those tank-top-buddy-hugging boys stares at me like i'm an obese fat-bastard.. a strong fatass, i'd reckon. they must be laughing at the back of their head.. thinking they're the only cool 'boys in the hood..'

i'll just let them think what they want.. at least, i know my strong points while they already spilled everything they've got.. i'll just keep them wondering.. i'll be like FPJ.. getting beaten up, stepped over and kicked to the ground... only to stand up, beat the odds and whop everyone 'til they surrendered.. just like his movies, homie!

i really can't say i'm an outcast.. i mean, not too many people there can do what i do.. almost everyone just want to be "toned." PT's (physical trainers) aren't even muscular save for a few.. and, if most people in the gym are meatheads, a lot of "functional" guys, gays and women would be turn off... thus, being "toned" is more saleable than being big, freak and muscular.. or the gym business will die a natural death.

it's even friggin' hard to convince people to sweat it out.. exercise.. or get their butts off the couch and hit the gym.. all the more if what they'll see inside the gym are bunch Jay Cutlers and Ronnie Colemans.. they'd rather pig out at Mc Donalds than workout..

anyhoo, i don't like being simply "toned." neither a meathead.. just somewhere in between..

nuff with this non-sense.. off to the buffet!

Tease me.. baby!

enjoyed this.. LOL!

escape

whew!

sometime next week i'll do the darnest thing.. i really don't wanna do it but out of "respect" to *ahem* other "people," i gotta..

nope, it ain't somethin' for public consumption.

meanwhile, it's been fairly getting better with the gym sessions as of late... i don't sweat as much like before but i've worked twice harder.. in fact, i needed to rest the next day... why? cos that's the only time i felt the effects..

nonetheless, i'm having a ball with the new equipments i'm using now.. sometimes, i wobble jumping in between sets.. what's it gonna be? free weights or machines??

shet, i'll do them both!!! aarrrggghhhh!!!!



catcha later, folks!

Magkita na Tayo

what can i say.. i like this! *giggle*



makes me feel young all over again...

Moonstar88's "Migraine"

proudly Philippine made...



and she's one Filipina beauty!

the longest yard

this should take a li'l longer.. uhm, the post that is.

whatdyathink, it's been really tough this week, mate.. sigh.

got a whole lot of "issues" to resolve at work and they ain't over yet!

well, i always anticipate them.. especially when i don't bump into one for a period of time.. kinda "calm before the storm" thingy...

i gotta have a mindset like that.. y'know, just a little paranoid so i won't get blown away when shits come crashing down on me.. i have to be on my toes, guarded and mentally prepared for anything.. quite frankly, it's pretty draining.. sometimes, i feel like quitting, but on the other hand, it's better this way than sitting my ass in the office whole day round workin' and waiting 'til the bell rangs.. i'd rather quit.. like most of the pioneering and not so new guys here who can't handle the pressure, are being pestered to perform, just plainly bored with their job or are paid to the barest minimum.. they've all come.. and go..

well, that's reality.. if you can't handle the heat, get out of the kitchen!

anyway, hope to roll with 'em all.. whatever they throw my way, i'll eat 'em! when the smoke clears, i'll still be standing.. that's not a promise.. it's a deal!

i know everything here seem vague.. i'm not a person who relishes on detailing every little story i can muster.. besides, where's the thrill without mystery? i've always been that - mysterious. to my family, friends and acquaintances.. i'm just not comfortable spilling everything out.. but i wanted to... someday.. maybe.

right now, i belong to the:




***

75 pounds.. i'm stuck with that darn number in the dumbbell presses.. i've got a feeling i can make it to 80 pounds if i force it, but i won't.. i'm still struggling with that friggin' 75 weight to begin with.. when i'm comfortable, like i can make it 10 or more repetitions already, that's the time i'll bump it up.. right now, i gotta be patient.. and work even harder to get there.

in fairness, before, i was pressing maybe 60 to 65 pounds at my former gym.. and got really comfortable with that weight the rest of the folks there can only look at me and say "whooooww!!"

since that's the "heaviest of 'em all dumbbells" in that gym, people make a mountain out of a molehill when you reach that weight.. if they can only see the 120 pound dumbbell in my new gym, they'd probably cringe.

this dude is an inspiration:



so now i'm on a different league.. lotsa people in the new gym are big, strong and muscular.. they employ new techniques in training.. while the former gym had a handful of "meatheads" and stuck with an old school training methods...

these days, i belong somewhere far down the food chain.. it's quite a challenge, tell ya that, cos before i moved to this new gym, i was a few steps away from the top (took me almost two years be an "elite" in that gym).. now, i'm at the bottom again working my way up.. even more challenging is the fact that it's only now that my elbow and some part of my joints are creaking ferociously.. there was one night that i felt a stab of pain on my elbow when i rolled over.. could be a nightmare or i might have been dreaming but earlier that day, it was creaking crazy everytime i straighten out my right arm... geeez, already, i'm ramping up my Glucosamine Chondroitin intake to keep my joints and whatever whatchamacallit healthy.. i'm still on the third week of this twelve-week-hard-bangin' program.. can't have an impairment this early, hombre!


(notice: i'm referring to my old school gym here..)

so how do i define being "elite?"

well, for starters, your physique should show it.. nice shoulders, arms, chest, lat, back, etc.. etc.. there ain't much of that there..

then you gotta be strong.. i was.. at least among my peers..

you gotta have techniques and variations.. most of 'em are just stuck with what those old-school veterans do at the gym.. they simply follow.. i did 'til i started reading and do some research.. then i started to break away from the pack.. started doin' my thang..

last and more importantly, when you gain respect among the noobs, the veterans... you know you're there.. among the "top of the class"... moreover, the instructor, the coaches and the rest of the pack who raves at you for being the "cream of the crop" is just --- elevation, baby!!

now back to square one.

yet i'm still looking for that 300 pounds bench press.. double the pleasure.. double the fun, eh?

love ya Chris Brown!

i miss my home PC and internet.. missed posting photos of my kiddo, Neil.. dude is growing fast and smart.. by the way, that bro-in-law i ass-whopped months ago came back asking for forgiveness and wanted to live with us again.. fine. i don't hold grudges to anyone.. especially those who're within family circles.. and those that i kickass.. ha ha!

but don't fuck around no more, hommie.. next time might be worst.. just a friendly reminder..

i'm a big fan of Fight Quest.. everytime i watch that series, i mentally pick-up a few tips here and there and visually execute them.. below's my favorite fighting style.. street fightin', baby!



when finances permit, i'll get me a punching bag and some gloves, mitts.. the whole fighting gear.. i'll have Neil, my buddy, Earl and maybe that drunkard bro-in-law to practice with.. i'd probably have more time with Neil cos he likes to kickass.. he adores Bruce Lee.. like me!!

there ya go.. the drama of me's life unfolding before you.. happy now?

"a creative mind is never bored"

hmp!

more shets comin' my way.. dam'it!

work related.. mostly.

kinda suck these days....

boring.

but...

workout had been good.. i see to it!

the snag drag a few of my routine.. like my elbow (the right one again!) seems to be creakin' forever.. and there are times that it literally hurts..

hope the Glucosamine Chondroitin supplement i bought yesterday can help ease my predicament..

darn the boredom strike again.. so, see you when i see you?

ciao, humans!

P.S.

you might wanna try figuring this out:



cos i can't!!!

opinionated

gonna be a busy week... i'll be in "burst" mode in all the things i'm gonna be doing.. hope to accomplish a lot with that.. meanwhile, everything's great except for some minor snag.. got a lot of thoughts goin' i better keep 'em tag on a note cos i'm thee most forgetful person in the whole wide world.. in case you've been to Mars..

soooo looong... farewell....

out.

for now.

Fire

ey!!

uhm, nothing much today.. got no gift.. no party.. no greetings.. no hangin' out..

sooooo ordinary, in fact.

but thank God i made it today..













party time!!

18 'til I die

here goes nothing....


so we hang out last Thursday night.. t'was fun.. yeah, kinda.. sorta..

crazy week, tell ya that.. started working out again and both of my buddies from faraway places came by with just a few days intervals.. not a good thing if you mix alcohol, cigarette and gym in the same sentence.. no, i didn't have a smokin' relapse but i inhaled just as much with those darn second-hand smoke from everyone in the places we've went.. shet, those girls smoked their lungs out like hell!



can we play golf instead (like i know how)? how about we trek some mountain, eh? maybe bike some trails.. i don't mind drinking beer while we're at it, hombres!

but can you guys quit smoking already??!

you too, girls!



i'm just annoyed sniffing through those chicken-shit fumes everytime we go out..

i mean, c'mon, i'm there in the gym killing myself to be healthy (what an irony, huh?), lifting hard and doing all that cardio, and you guys (yeah you too!) couldn't care less about your health let alone mine??

how could you?

basically, that's quite the scenario whenever we hang out.. my friends' smoke and the places we go - filled with smokers.. tisk.. tisk..

i'm getting really old.. i can't appreciate loud music.. neither drive hard and fast anymore.. pretty much, i'm living a monotonous life these days..

i'm no longer cut out for edgy stuff.. in fact, i'm sooooo toned down nothing excites me anymore..

oh wait, of course the 120 pound dumbbells...

... and then me and Lui went out again last Saturday.. quite frankly, t'wasn't something i look forward to.. not with all the drinking and inhaling more second hand smoke.. AGAIN!

however, it all boils down to that.. at least, most the time.. i gotta roll with it for the time being.. cos this dude only comes to town once a month..

last Saturday, i just felt tired and sleepy as the night wore on.. i felt my stomach was ready to explode with all that San Mig Light we downed.. kinda crazy cos i never felt drunk the whole time.. just it: tired and sleepy.

well, i did had a grand time doin' leg exercises earlier that day.. squat, deadlift and some lat and bicep workout.. i'm still testing the level of strength i have with the new bars, equipments, plates (olympic bars, kilo's instead of pounds, etc).. but one old fart who saw me squatting said something like "look, we have an olympic lifter over there!"

if you're impressed, old man, i'm not.

definitely, the new stuffs i'm using hit my muscles differently.. a new stimuli on the horizon, i guess...

i've been soooo used to the old gym's equipment that i no longer feel any pain or sore after i hit 'em hard.. now, i'm feeling them again.. like for days, mate.. and I LOVE IT!

goin back to our beer bingin' escapade, good thing we found some company.. some guy and his lady friend introduce themselves to us.. they figured we should just share tables.. whatever.

perfect time for my plan... ESCAPE!

sorry buddy but i gotta do it.. flee.. disappear.. vanish..

or i'd be home soooo early again.. four o' clock in the morning!

off i went and the story ends.

yesterday was a holiday but i spent good hours of my "rest" time in the gym.. bangin'.

i am still trying to settle down.. still grasping for the right combo.. figuring things out... man, it's definitely not easy to move in to a new place when you're so used to the old one.. but as the cliche says, "nothing is permanent.. everything is impermanent.. change is the only reality..."

it's no bed of roses for both gyms, tell ya that.. it's all hard work.. the new one needs some mental fortitude cos i'm a noob here.. no friends.. no spotters.. no nothing.. it's gonna be me and the iron.. for now.. the respect will come.. sooner than later, i hope..

when you get respect, you get some help.. thus, it is important to build one especially when you don't have a training partner.



at least that's what i thought.. right now though, i'm fine training alone.

i'll turn a year older tomorrow.

if you have gifts, please find a way to send 'em my way.. PLEZ!

i'd be thrilled..

the newbie episodes

now i wanted to come in naive and ignorant.. i went to my new gym last Sunday afternoon.. t'was quite so i was having a ball.. sorta my little show.. only one instructor was around.. i could've use a walkthrough with the equipments but heck, modesty aside, nothing there i couldn't figure out..

the instructor was nice enough to just leave my sorry ass alone, thank you.

i went right away bangin' the dumbbells.. i've been meaning to "eat" 'em first.. shesh, 75 pounds of pressing and i'm gassed... losing strength, to be exact.

to think i just came back (for the nth time) from a grand vacation and i was warming up with those heavy dumbbells already.. what the...?

the succeeding sessions weren't a breeze but i was getting the hang of it.. people around couldn't help but stare.. "whose this noob lifting like shet already, eh?" "is he warming up with those?" "what the heck is that amateur doing?"



whatevs.

anyhoo, 120 pounds is a tall order, mate. if i can't carry those dumbbells by the end of this year, i won't feel bad.. looking at them is just plain intimidating.. it'll be an honor, rewarding and super feel good if i can get pass over those weights on the day i 'sorta' promise myself i'll conquer 'em.

uhm.. next year? we'll see..

anyway, another buddy arrived today... we'll go party yet again.. hopefully that NJ dude can come with us... if he hasn't flown back yet.. whatever, i'm ready to rock.. smelling good and dressed for the occassion... i happened to have a place to clean up now.. hee hee..

by the way, that night we hang out with my NJ pal, it was a very expensive trip and one helluva night to remember.. my apologies, but that's how far i can afford to spill.. the rest, i'll keep to my chest..

i miss my Firefox browser.

third eye blind

third day in the new gym... working my way in.. intimidated at first but turn the table around mid-session... so far, good.. but no sooooo good.. still feeling things out.. since it's much colder there, i tend to rest a little too short causing me to be bursting again for the next exercise.. only to find out i'm still tired.. shet, eh?

anyway, when the smoke clears, balanced my bearings and everything's in order already, i should whop some serious ass, err, i mean sessions as i progress.. meanwhile, goin romancing the iron now..

mwah!

thanks cio!

we painted the town...


RED!


yeah, we did.. but can't tell much about that.. my mouth is sealed, hombre!




i'm off to the gym minutes from now.. will tell ya more about it later.. aight?!

meow...

i'm ready...

soooooo bored, mate.... i'm jittery.. excited.. hyper.. and i'm ready to burst!

but instead of banging, i'm sitting here lame as a duck.. i might start tomorrow already if all systems GO, otherwise, Monday it is.

oh, we had a great time, if you've been wondering... me and my pal from NJ, we hang out, bar-hopped, swap salivas with the opposite sex, group sex, orgy.. and did i mentioned we had sex with lotsa ladies?

























gotcha!

no we didn't. not in a million years, i guess.

i sent him a message that we might have to postpone it cos he just arrived and he needs to spend time with his family.. etc.. etc..

and it falls on a weekday.. meaning, i'm not "dressed to kill" if you catch my drift.. i'm wearing a lousy slack and a pussy shirt jack.. not prepared to party with an apparel like that.. and i have to wake up early the next morning to bring my son to school.. everything just don't add up to a good morning the night trip..

he conceded..

well, it's supposed to be tomorrow, so ideally, it's a holiday on monday... we could go and get wasted 'til dawn.. great!

until then, everything's subject to change.. doesn't matter to me though.. got some serious "game" goin' next week and the last thing i need to get my focus right on the money - is to get wasted..

hhhmmmmm.. i'm just wondering how i'll fare with the rest of the new guys i'll be spending the next 365 days with.. i'm excited but at the same time jumpy..

i feel weird and fat for being off the gym.. however, my motivation is peerless..

the break definitely freshened me up.. three months of hard banging and i'll chill the same way again..

everytime i do this, ya know, taking a week off, i feel smarter next time around.. no kidding, mate..

i mean, i learn new stuff.. able to assess my previous performance, and contemplate better for another round of bangin'.

anyhoo, i'm tired of psyching my self out..

LETS GET IT ON!!!!

already.

the eagle has landed

weeeeeee!!!

my pal from NJ has arrived!

i dunno but he called earlier and we're supposed to hang out.. like morning the night!

lovely.

anyway, cheers to my fingers crossed.. yay!

deep hibernation

wakikikikikiki!!!

Martin Lawrence did that.. Blue Streak, remember?

i'm sooooo raring to go wax it up in the gym, hommie!

i dream about it.. i kept thinking about it.. when i eat, drive, work, watch TV, etc.. etc..

gotta stick to the plan though.

it's funny my joints are creaking up again like the last time i took a break.. loosening up, i guess..

they'll be fine come game time...

these videos are my inspiration...

Weighted Dips



Weighted Pull-ups



should fuel more of my desire to kickass in my new gym... GGGrrrrrrr!!!

idle mind

ZZZzzzzzzz...

so nice the rain.. you just wanna go down and roll over the sheets.. preferably with some warm body on the side.. heeeee!!

yeah baby!

gotta go.. hate posting using a keypad instead of a keyboard.. the rest is goin' smoothly as planned.. well, except for some "bugger" around..

chao!

just chillin'

so i went to my former gym(yet again) today.. got some orders to deliver.. i've been selling some supplements there and it's only lately that things are starting to pick up.. heeee! just when i'm about to leave them.. the instructor slash gym manager slash coach slash my favorite spotter - had been my biggest client so far.. practically bought most of my stuff.. from BCAA's to amino, fish oil, calcium/magnesium, etc... sold some of my stuff in other gyms too!

he buys from me cheap and then sells 'em to the members.. i don't have to sell my stuffs to the members.. he profits a little here and there.. in short, everybody's happy.

sales was brisk, by the way..



Benito, the assistant coach told me my due is up.. i said, "i'm taking a month rest, dude.."

"really? why?"

"got some shoulder pain to deal with... need to heal up." i said.

he wouldn't believe me.. most of the guys there won't. me, taking a break is next to impossible for them.. they saw me work my ass there and grind like hell.. whilst everyone who had been earlier can't break a sweat, i'm already perspiring profusely with just a few minutes of warm-ups and lifting..

one bummer happened though... a guy who had a history of shoulder injury, re-injured his right shoulder again.. damn, he was the flavor of the hour.. they have to hurriedly ice his shoulder cos he can't move it.

his instruction to Benito was to rid of all shoulder exercises.. hhmmmm.. how do you do that? every move you make requires some shoulder movement.. even if you're squatting or doing leg work you still need to move your shoulders when you're putting weights on the bar or machine..

anyhoo, he did lat pulldowns and that's when he got stuck in the middle.. even with the most minimal weight, he still injured his shoulder.. tough luck, i guess.



saw him wincing in pain as they frantically put some ice on his shoulder.. that was the first time i witness somebody getting hurt like that.. shet, just when i'm about to leave you guys, you startin' to act up like that?

i'm fortunate enough (or some angel's watching me) to not suffer the same fate as that poor guy considering how hard and heavy i do my thing there..

hopefully not in the near future wherein i'm about to tackle even more bigger challenges... may the good Lord take care of me...

7 days more to go before i unleash everything out.. again!

untitled

bad.. bad.. bad..

i'm having digestive problems.. damn that late night binge on food and alcohol..

and the damned brandy too!

we had a great time.. hoo-hum.. blah-blahs..

my buddy came by.. went with my officemates at some videoke joint.. had our own "mini-concert" as the night wore on.. the best part of 'em all of course is the part when my pal shared his FR (if you don't know what FR means, tsk, tsk.. bad luck for you, bud) about this textmate/s of his.. damn, his persistence and better use of his down time (read: idle) proved fruitful.. he's on his way of bedding most of 'em.. he already had one last week!

there was even one who texted around 12am that she's just nearby.. he may wanna "come" over.. some lucky guy, huh?

he's definitely good at engaging them to talk about sex (or is it the other way around, bud, right?) he had me read some of their messages and boy was i having a hard on, ey?

"love you's" were thrown like hot potatoes in between them.. nice goin' there buddy.. i'm soooo envious, mate!

i mean here i am grinding my ass in the gym for hours.. lifting the heaviest i can, growing as much muscle i can muster, yet i can't find my way to a girl's undies.. my buddy, uhm, he's not muscular and all.. he's neither big or small.. yeah right, in between... but he's good with words, tell ya that.. girls, ladies, women out there, watch out for this guy.. he he he!

these days, his priced possesion is his two cellphones.. he'd go crazy if they'd go bonkers (read: low battery to dead).

***

meanwhile, i've cleaned out my closet last Saturday at my former gym.. didn't say goodbye's or anything.. i'm sure i'll be back.. but not after a year.. i'm on a mission in this new gym.. i'll swept all of that dumbbells (push and pull 'em) before the year ends.. ambitious? very. in fact, it's bordering impossible. they have a 120 pounder dumbbells.. i'd probably warm up at 50 then work my way up.. initially, i'd probably reach between 80-90 pounds.. that's my modest assesment.. or i couldn't... considering the break i'm talking, i could lose some of my strength along the way.. i hope not.

that guy right there is pressing a 120 pound dumbbell.. you feel me now?

another mission would be to do weighted chins, pullups and dips... i'll go wherever my strength leads me.. i have a better chance of realizing this goal in the new gym cos their equipment utilizes thinner bar.. meaning, i can grip 'em better.. hold on to them longer and distribute the use of my strength (hands, fingers and forearms) to other muscle group.. well, before i jump ship i actually tried performing them and dang, t'was a breeze, homs!

lets hope this break don't end up with more drinking and eating binge.. gotta focus on the GOAL at hand... wish me luck.. i need it soooo BAD!

more kickass DB action below..

that guy is doin' the 160 pounder dumbbells.. sooo much more challenging

and you wonder why i squat a lot...

i hate it but i do it anyway!

farewell massacre

time to chill...

got a whole week to rest, relax and recreation... this break is better than the last time wherein i had to get off the gym because of a nagging pain/injury.. now it's pretty cool as i was swingin' wall-to-wall on my exit..

definitely, i'll visit my mates there once in a while.. i gotta.

farewell for now, fellas!

it's actually timely that i opted to move out NOW cos new gym-membership in there had been swelling like hell! like new faces come in everyday, mate... kinda crazy if you think about it, but it's good that a lot of people are now taking care of their bodies... it's also worth mentioning that they are one of the cheapest if not the cheapest of 'em all in terms of monthly fee..

i reckon, it'll be different in the new gym... new equipments to learn.. new faces to meet.. new weights to surmount.. new rules to abide.. new environment to adapt..

well, we'll all be familiarizing with each other.. expect a rude awakening when the time comes... i'm ready to hustle, babe!

the entry plan: i'll get in and leave my ego at the door.. i'll be completely naive.. ignorant.. i'll let them walk me through.. i will listen.. i will hear.. i'll absorb everything.. i won't react, but i would respond.. heck, i'll even play coy..

when the smoke clears, and i mean when everything's done and over with - the whole nine yards of setting everything out, it's time to get down to business.

now, i didn't went there cos "i love the place" or there's plenty of hotties everywhere.. or the people smells better.. or it's "clean.." or people there seemed high-hat.. elites and whatnot..

to socialize and be "IN" with those darn high-society climber gang>> no friggin' way...

it'll be all business.. and it'll be like that for one whole year.. yep, i enrolled for one good year since they offered me a discounted price.. like half of what they normally offer on regular days.. t'was a promo price, homs.

still, the price is twice the amount of my former gym.. what's good about paying a tad higher is you get a better quality overall... like the place, equipment, people, yadi-yada...

and especially the people.. not too crowded anymore as what Tina told me.. well, i was there once and dang, just a handful of people were there, mate!

good if you're a wimp lifting puny weights.. bad if you're lifting hard and heavy.. you could get stucked with a bar over your neck and no one's gonna help you.. you moron!!



anyway, gotta hold back the excitement.. enjoy the break.. map out a new program... anticipate a li'l bit... and be physically and mentally prepared when the day comes..


***

wifey wants us to get married -- in the church.

she's soooo determined to be "blessed" that she's willing to do it even on a mass wedding!!

now, i don't really mind going through that whole married thingy even massacre style.. y'know, being intimate with the other 49 couples, and altogether in chorus saying "I Do's.."

that would be great.. a sight to see, yeah?

and did i mentioned it's free? yep. free wedding ring, costumes, make-up, video, etc..

ALL IN!

ABS-CBN will sponsor and cover it.. great! the best!



from fitting the suites and gowns, to taking the necessary seminars, etc.. they'll cover you.. like you're in a reality show.. instant fame, eh?!

no fucking way!! there i said the dreaded word.

i'll do that no problem, but minus the circus please... it's not even solemn anymore with 50 couples swearing their love and loyalty "til death do us part.." in unison with each other.. and you have to "dramatize" the whole event s'more? i'd rather put a bullet in my head than go through that.. seriously.

and what's with 08.08.08 anyway? why are soooo many people getting married and excited on that day?? you guys are sooooo.. duh!

i better go check my lottery ticket.. i bet my hard earned 100 bucks yesterday.. i might have won the jackpot!

nada

jacked up today... we'll talk tomorrow..

don't be late.

emo time

this week's the last hurrah for my current gym... i'm goin out with a bang!

though i tried in earnest to keep it low.. as in being unnoticed and invisible, most of my mates there just can't keep their eyes off when i'm lifting.. what's a 330lbs deadlift, anyway? you should watch Dave Tate or Kara Bohigian squat and military press that weight, respectively, and you'll be blown away!

geez, i'll miss the convenience of pulling anyone of my mates to spot me on my heavy lifts.. the usual chatters.. the jokes... the friendship.. the respect i earned.. i know now what it means when people say you can't demand respect, you earn it.. it was a long road to get here, but i can't stop now.. i'm gonna aim higher.. no, not that respect thing.. it's something personal that i know in my heart i can attain..

shet, i'm being emo again.. better go now.. more on this "farewell tour" in the days to come...

ciao!

moving out

sealed and stamped.

yeah, it's official, i'm moving out.

i will miss my pals out there.. uhm. my fans too!

i have pretty much build a good following there.. they'd say "here comes the powerlifter!" or "Hulk Hogan!" and the usual stares got me smilin' when i'm done with my sets... and i'd often tell them "nah, it's not really heavy.. just takes a lot practice.."

i don't like the attention though. i always preferred goin there low profile.

and now i will be living the gym that helped build and mold me this way... of course, i was always self-taught 99% of the time, but i did pick up some useful learning along the way..


***


more on this later, homs.

a new challenge on the horizon...

ola!

dang this new system of ours.. keeps rebooting.. freezes all of a sudden.. shuts down on its own.. friggin challenging, tell you that!

some websites are either blocked or the settings had been altered.. mine's speaker had been "circumcised" so now i won't hear nothing.. you gotta love how they do it here, eh?

no nightlife so far.. i wanted to hang out but i guess i'm gonna have to wait for my buddy to arrive.. the workouts had been stellar.. so stellar and eye-catching that i'm 99% of the time wiped out when i'm done!

anyway, felt like a "freak" in there lately.. some guys just can't stop staring when i'm doin' my lifts.. they've been taught the primitive ways thus they're stuck with the same weight since their last gain.. what's the problem, hommie, can't add a few pounds no more??

plateaud forever??



but comparing my lifts to the guys at bodybuilding forums and you'll see how puny they're actually are... if this beach boys just try to do some reading and research and not rely on what had been taught by those skinny "instructors" who'd been "lifting" all their life, yet never added and inch of size to their frame.. that alone should give them a rough idea they're being taught some guileful ways on the get-go.

i rest my case.

Rey had been an ass lately.. he is obviously insecured. just saw him stared intently at me while i went down to squat 290lbs yesterday. i could have gone to 300 or more but i stop there cos i felt a little tired from the other day's session.. why he's being in ass, you ask? he's been teasing me.. y'know, take me out of my game.. that i should join a contest since i've been lifting hard... and what's the point to all of that.. blah.. blah.. blah.. he's been the one accused by an old fart gym-member to be on roids and he's turning the table on me as i, apparently am catching on him, strength-wise... y'know, calling me around, in jest of course, "roids!" and that's what i call him too, by the way.. returnin' some favor..

some people would actually believe that shit considering my lifts look "extraordinary" to ordinary mortals.. they'd probably think "you can't lift that heavy if you're ain't on something..."

right.

WRONG!

of course you can, moron. do away with those chicken-shit curls and kickbacks and do some serious compound exercises --- first!

not the other way around.



Rey's calves looked like that of a supermodel.. ha ha!

it's been like that since i first saw him, yet this "bodybuilder" had been lifting for years.. he usually works his calves first.. hard and heavy all the time, homs.

and i'm wondering why he can't grow it.. his upper body is pretty huge yet his calves/legs looked like the knees of a horse.. seriously, man.




unfortunately, he hasn't change his routine, thus, no matter how heavy he puts them to, they ain't growin one bit.

of course, i can't go and teach old dogs new tricks now, can i? especially in his case. not when we're in a "i'm the veteran here and you're just a noob" situation. and oh, the pride, mate.. you should consider that.. so, i let him be.. but i know he'll be watching me eat more iron than him.. but that won't be for long.. it's the perfect time to move out!

good thing, i tried another gym a few days ago.. they've got heavier dumbbells, plenty of cable equipments, safer machines, better pullup bar, easy on the shoulder parallel dip, sauna, shower room (i won't stink anymore.. haha!) and a whole lot of amenities.. boy, looking forward to having a ball there..

i don't hold an ounce of grudge on Rey.. in fact, i'm happy i've known him.. he still taught me a few tricks.. but when i got really close to his size and strength, he got shaken.. i mean, "whoa! i thought i'm the strongest here? the guru.. the respected?" then i came along.. i don't mind that if it happens to me.. i mean, someone out there will always be better than you.. more hungry.. more focus..

someday...

it's a fact.. a reality.. accept it.. embrace it.. it's a vicious cycle - you and i have no control over..

deal.

now, i'm hungry.. for food, that is!