geeez... resident coach said "this fella is one strong animal!"
ok, not exactly but something to that effect. i can only count with my one hand the strong folks in my gym... modesty aside, i probably rank in the top three.. resident coach just watches me in awe as i easily hoist, push and pull those irons up and down..
but..
it's not always what it seems.. that everything's easy.
joint pains and sore muscles, for starters.
and, whenever i get inside the gym, first feeling i get is how tiring it's gonna be... then, as i start stretching (boy, you should watch me stretch cos this routine alone gets me sweaty already) i'm already laying out the "blueprint" for the day's workout.... too much brain works, momma.. hate this part!
when i gear up (uhm, this is the part where i put on my make-up, lipstick, eyelashes... joke!), instinctively, everything just falls into places... this is the part where "i'm in the zone" and i feel like i'm in my "fortress."
i would've love to swagger my way inside and bully all those pencil-necks, but that's just not the way i am... i don't make eye contact and i always keep my head down... cos i have a mission: get in, get down to business and get out.
otherwise, if this iron thing would have been like Friendster where we can all socialize, customize and multiply-ze... then life would have been boring.
why boring, you ask? cos i said so.. just.
this isn't some kinda democratic blog.. this is martial law and i rule this place, so whatever i say, stands. got that? capish? intiendes?
good.. good..
excuse me for deviating...
but really, you go to those "high end" gyms and you'll find a lot of people yapping instead of lifting... chatting instead of rowing... smiling instead of grunting... text-ing instead of sweating.. playing instead of panting...
you like how i constructed those words up there? you should cos my brain was about to burst figuring 'em up.. ahhhh, you don't? not my problem, winnie!
this is really non-sense here.. my apologies for this worthless post... not a grain of truth... non-sensical.. crap!
the title is a scam!
hick!
Thursday, May 08, 2008
whew!! the rain is falling hard...
anyhoo, i'm a big fan of T-Nation... obviously, as you can see in my banner.. so i kinda like this article by TC.. and quite frankly, a number of this "30 Things..." are right on the money, homs... like bullseye!
here goes,
1. Our balls are living thermostats, rising up and down in accordance with body temperature and climactic conditions. In fact, the astute female would do well to study this phenomenon as a man's balls provide the most accurate meteorological information possible. For instance, if a man's left testicle is hanging down four centimeters, it means that skies will be sunny and clear, the high will be 82 degrees, and sunset will be at 6:35 PM.
2. When you get out of bed to go to the bathroom, we put your panties over our noses and start breathing in deeply like the Dennis Hopper character in "Blue Velvet."
3. Our idea of a self-help book is TV Guide.
4. Our penises really do have minds of their own. They also have a nifty little timeshare of their own in the Hamptons. On any given weekend, you can see scores of them out there water-skiing, antiqueing, or lunching on fajitas.
5. If you have any videotapes that contain precious memories, do yourself a favor and knock out that little plastic tab. Otherwise, when our friend lends us a really hot porn video and we want to copy it, we wouldn't think twice about recording over our wedding video.
6. We fantasize about having the ideal family, but our ideal family is the Sopranos. Take for instance your sister. If she started yapping about her latest boyfriend or complaining about why we don't get "a real job," we'd have Pauly or Big Pussy rub her out.
7. We masturbate all the time when you're not around. In fact, house dust is nothing but desiccated semen.
8. Contrary to what we tell you, "little elves" have not stolen all of your Victoria's Secret Catalogs. In truth, we've stolen them all from your night stand for the last 10 years and they're piled up in our sock drawers.
9. When we're alone in the house, we grunt, forage for food, and scratch our bodies unashamedly. In fact, when we're alone, our behavior is pretty much indistinguishable from that of Dian Fosse's beloved mountain gorillas
10. While we like the card you bought us for Valentine's Day, we'd much rather that you shaved your pubes into a little heart and hid chocolate Easter eggs in there, thereby killing two holidays at once.
11. Perfume is fine, but if you really want to drive us wild, rub a gooey cinnamon bun over your neck and ears.
12. For every stuffed animal or ceramic turtle decorating the bedroom, the angle of our erections drops one degree.
13. Chances are, we've stuck our dick through any remotely round object in the house, so you may want to wash out the napkin rings before you set the Thanksgiving dinner table.
14. We pray that your birthday or our anniversary doesn't fall on the day the new "Star Wars" movie opens up, or for that matter, when the NBA playoffs begin, or when it's the day of the Super Bowl, or the first game of the World Series, or the day of the NFL draft, or when TBS is showing "Lethal Weapon" for the 80th time, etc.
15. If we watch "Felicity" with you, it sure as hell ain't because of the story line. The truth is, that curly-haired little vixen kinda' turns us on.
16. There's a small erogenous zone about the size of a dime up our right nostril. No, no, forget what Cosmo tells you about our erogenous zones. We've got one. It's 5 to 7 inches long, slightly reddish and angry looking, and we prefer you address it as Shamu, Conan, or Two-Ton Tony.
17. Our idea of ballet is the gun battle in any John Woo movie.
18. Screw the romantic meal and the mood music. If you want to be laid properly, screw a red light bulb into your bedside lamp. Either that or just show up.
19. Our tear ducts are largely vestigial organs, but they do spout a few paltry tears when Old Yeller dies at the end of the movie, and when we learned that Denise Richards is getting married to Charlie Sheen.
20. We don't like it when your dildo is bigger than we are, not that that's possible, no siree, no way.
21. The Corpus Spongiosum is not Chrysler's follow-up to the LeBaron.
22. The next time you want to criticize us, please remember that, unlike you, we'll never experience the miracle of birth. (Like we care.)
23. Your Ricky Martin CD is cracked because we used it to prop up our TV dinner tray when you were visiting your mother.
24. Most of us would give up a week's pay just to see you in your bra.
25. Men have a sense of smell that's over 1,000 times more sensitive than yours. Oh, wait a minute, I was thinking about dogs. Never mind.
26. We have trouble urinating at ball games. This is either because the alcohol in the beer has caused our prostates to swell (thereby impeding the flow of urine); because the bladder has been stretched too far by all that beer and won't contract properly; or because we have "Shy bladder syndrome," a psychological condition that causes our urinary sphincters to tighten up and prevent our bladders from contracting. Or, it could be that we just forgot to unzip our pants.
27. If it weren't for women nagging us, we'd never go to the doctor. Ever. Even if we had an ice pick imbedded in our right eye.
28. Things we find beautiful: a double play; a walk-off home run in the bottom of the ninth; a game-winning three-pointer with no time left on the clock; an 80-yard TD pass in overtime; and oh yeah, sunsets and stuff, I guess.
29. We have much greater upper body strength than women, but our breasts aren't nearly as nice.
30. If we're single, we desperately want to be married. If we're married, we desperately want to be single. Please kill us now.
anyhoo, i'm a big fan of T-Nation... obviously, as you can see in my banner.. so i kinda like this article by TC.. and quite frankly, a number of this "30 Things..." are right on the money, homs... like bullseye!
here goes,
30 Things Women Don't Know About Men
1. Our balls are living thermostats, rising up and down in accordance with body temperature and climactic conditions. In fact, the astute female would do well to study this phenomenon as a man's balls provide the most accurate meteorological information possible. For instance, if a man's left testicle is hanging down four centimeters, it means that skies will be sunny and clear, the high will be 82 degrees, and sunset will be at 6:35 PM.
2. When you get out of bed to go to the bathroom, we put your panties over our noses and start breathing in deeply like the Dennis Hopper character in "Blue Velvet."
3. Our idea of a self-help book is TV Guide.
4. Our penises really do have minds of their own. They also have a nifty little timeshare of their own in the Hamptons. On any given weekend, you can see scores of them out there water-skiing, antiqueing, or lunching on fajitas.
5. If you have any videotapes that contain precious memories, do yourself a favor and knock out that little plastic tab. Otherwise, when our friend lends us a really hot porn video and we want to copy it, we wouldn't think twice about recording over our wedding video.
6. We fantasize about having the ideal family, but our ideal family is the Sopranos. Take for instance your sister. If she started yapping about her latest boyfriend or complaining about why we don't get "a real job," we'd have Pauly or Big Pussy rub her out.
7. We masturbate all the time when you're not around. In fact, house dust is nothing but desiccated semen.
8. Contrary to what we tell you, "little elves" have not stolen all of your Victoria's Secret Catalogs. In truth, we've stolen them all from your night stand for the last 10 years and they're piled up in our sock drawers.
9. When we're alone in the house, we grunt, forage for food, and scratch our bodies unashamedly. In fact, when we're alone, our behavior is pretty much indistinguishable from that of Dian Fosse's beloved mountain gorillas
10. While we like the card you bought us for Valentine's Day, we'd much rather that you shaved your pubes into a little heart and hid chocolate Easter eggs in there, thereby killing two holidays at once.
11. Perfume is fine, but if you really want to drive us wild, rub a gooey cinnamon bun over your neck and ears.
12. For every stuffed animal or ceramic turtle decorating the bedroom, the angle of our erections drops one degree.
13. Chances are, we've stuck our dick through any remotely round object in the house, so you may want to wash out the napkin rings before you set the Thanksgiving dinner table.
14. We pray that your birthday or our anniversary doesn't fall on the day the new "Star Wars" movie opens up, or for that matter, when the NBA playoffs begin, or when it's the day of the Super Bowl, or the first game of the World Series, or the day of the NFL draft, or when TBS is showing "Lethal Weapon" for the 80th time, etc.
15. If we watch "Felicity" with you, it sure as hell ain't because of the story line. The truth is, that curly-haired little vixen kinda' turns us on.
16. There's a small erogenous zone about the size of a dime up our right nostril. No, no, forget what Cosmo tells you about our erogenous zones. We've got one. It's 5 to 7 inches long, slightly reddish and angry looking, and we prefer you address it as Shamu, Conan, or Two-Ton Tony.
17. Our idea of ballet is the gun battle in any John Woo movie.
18. Screw the romantic meal and the mood music. If you want to be laid properly, screw a red light bulb into your bedside lamp. Either that or just show up.
19. Our tear ducts are largely vestigial organs, but they do spout a few paltry tears when Old Yeller dies at the end of the movie, and when we learned that Denise Richards is getting married to Charlie Sheen.
20. We don't like it when your dildo is bigger than we are, not that that's possible, no siree, no way.
21. The Corpus Spongiosum is not Chrysler's follow-up to the LeBaron.
22. The next time you want to criticize us, please remember that, unlike you, we'll never experience the miracle of birth. (Like we care.)
23. Your Ricky Martin CD is cracked because we used it to prop up our TV dinner tray when you were visiting your mother.
24. Most of us would give up a week's pay just to see you in your bra.
25. Men have a sense of smell that's over 1,000 times more sensitive than yours. Oh, wait a minute, I was thinking about dogs. Never mind.
26. We have trouble urinating at ball games. This is either because the alcohol in the beer has caused our prostates to swell (thereby impeding the flow of urine); because the bladder has been stretched too far by all that beer and won't contract properly; or because we have "Shy bladder syndrome," a psychological condition that causes our urinary sphincters to tighten up and prevent our bladders from contracting. Or, it could be that we just forgot to unzip our pants.
27. If it weren't for women nagging us, we'd never go to the doctor. Ever. Even if we had an ice pick imbedded in our right eye.
28. Things we find beautiful: a double play; a walk-off home run in the bottom of the ninth; a game-winning three-pointer with no time left on the clock; an 80-yard TD pass in overtime; and oh yeah, sunsets and stuff, I guess.
29. We have much greater upper body strength than women, but our breasts aren't nearly as nice.
30. If we're single, we desperately want to be married. If we're married, we desperately want to be single. Please kill us now.
Tuesday, May 06, 2008
just
oh my!
i was hoping i could work my back and biceps today but as luck would have it(or the lack thereof) i only had biceps instead.. i guess all that hanging in the bar (pull-up and chin-up) toasted my forearms and well, biceps... thus, it's next to impossible pulling some more weight after my, uhm, i'll say it again, biceps start nagging on the latter part!
it's just a small muscle group but shoot the dang thing got me soooo exhausted after a few sets.. easy, eh? actually, not. i did three exercises in progression.. kinda like doin' push-ups then sex and then immediately do jump rope.. get the picture? yeah, yeah i know it's getting green around here but i'm not horny yet.
i guess the "hangover" of yesterday's leg and shoulder routine got the better half of my energy... but, there's no way i can expect to go all out every time cos bubba here is getting old... *cough* *cough*
no biggy.. we all do.
i think i'm gonna need another week of break from all the bangin'... most probably, last week of this month.. gotta heal and chill... relax again... this time, i can't wait!
sign out.
i was hoping i could work my back and biceps today but as luck would have it(or the lack thereof) i only had biceps instead.. i guess all that hanging in the bar (pull-up and chin-up) toasted my forearms and well, biceps... thus, it's next to impossible pulling some more weight after my, uhm, i'll say it again, biceps start nagging on the latter part!
it's just a small muscle group but shoot the dang thing got me soooo exhausted after a few sets.. easy, eh? actually, not. i did three exercises in progression.. kinda like doin' push-ups then sex and then immediately do jump rope.. get the picture? yeah, yeah i know it's getting green around here but i'm not horny yet.
i guess the "hangover" of yesterday's leg and shoulder routine got the better half of my energy... but, there's no way i can expect to go all out every time cos bubba here is getting old... *cough* *cough*
no biggy.. we all do.
i think i'm gonna need another week of break from all the bangin'... most probably, last week of this month.. gotta heal and chill... relax again... this time, i can't wait!
sign out.
jinky
standing military press @150 pounds
front squat @190 pounds
back squat @270 pounds
shrugs @210 pounds
and that was yesterday, homs, when i'm suppose to be still reeling from a wild drinkin' weekend.. wonder what my numbers would have been had it been otherwise?
today i am tired and sleepy... but i'll hit the gym later and work my back and biceps... i dig challenges.. i'll work my way up.. tell ya that!
my abs sored a bit even though i didn't do any direct ab workout.. well, i hit my core muscles doing those i mentioned above.. two birds with one stone, nice!
yawn....
i needed that image to jolt me off my seat, homes..
too sleepy here..
front squat @190 pounds
back squat @270 pounds
shrugs @210 pounds
and that was yesterday, homs, when i'm suppose to be still reeling from a wild drinkin' weekend.. wonder what my numbers would have been had it been otherwise?
today i am tired and sleepy... but i'll hit the gym later and work my back and biceps... i dig challenges.. i'll work my way up.. tell ya that!
my abs sored a bit even though i didn't do any direct ab workout.. well, i hit my core muscles doing those i mentioned above.. two birds with one stone, nice!
yawn....
i needed that image to jolt me off my seat, homes..
too sleepy here..
Sunday, May 04, 2008
packing heat
lemme see if i can find an easy way getting back into the swing of things... cos i just had a drunken weekend, thank you!
yeah, for two days i had alcohol supplementation instead of branched chain amino acid, creatine, zinc-magnesium-calcium and fish oil. great, huh?!
well, not my idea of fun really but hey, we all could use a little break from all that everyday run-of-the-mill mambo-jumbo thingy we've all grown accustomed to.. just my thought, anyway.
ok, so we spent a night in the beach practically in a huff; we didn't thought it out or had prepared in advance.. spontaneous, baby!
it was good 'til the booze lasted, alright. we had wifey's friend and family with us... her hubby (wifey's friend's) was into the iron game so we had a grand time sharing notes... gotta say my 'sangay' (namesake) is way, way stronger than me.. hands down!
well, that is base on what we've discussed.. uhm, like how much he can lift.. yadi yada... i dunno.. i'm not that confident to say that i look better than him but damn, the dude snores like hell! even though we drank the same amount of alcohol, his snoring caused me to wake up way earlier than expected of a drunken mister... then, i was told by "my people" that i was as quite as a lake... whoa!
some lady actually had a "hots" for me on the night we boozed up.. a male foreigner approached me and told me "that lady over there likes you.."
geeezz, i still pack some "mojo" eh, i supposed. anyway, i had one too many drink/s i must be dreaming or something but truth to be told, the lady walk up to me and said "hi."
shoot! what am i gonna do? i'm here with family, wifey included.. there's no way i can fool around with the "tiger" just around the corner of my eye.. so, instead of saying "hey, you want sex?" err, i mean, say "hello," i opted to say bluntly, "but i'm married!"
waaaaahhhhh!!!!
wrong place at the wrong time, bubba... tough luck, indeed.
and she says "i know you're married.. it's OK." then i step a wee bit farther from her to sorta "gulp" some beer.. then she went away and had some dancing.. actually, there was a party near our room as somebody celebrated a debut.. an 18 years old and ripe for the picking.. yum! yum!
joke.
so there. she went her way and was dancing around with her girls and boys friend while i salivated watching 'em gyrate right in front of me.. whew!
then...
she came back to where i was at and whispered "which one is your wife?" and i said, "you see that foxy lookin' lady, white complexion, nice hair, sexy bod and appears ferocious? that's her."
and she said, "ah, OK!"
since i already guzzled enough booze to fill a car's tank, every memory i had since that moment had been hazy 'til i remembered clearly how i went down the mat and lost consciousness... like a log, mate.. like a log.
anyway, it was nice in the morning since i managed to swim a few meters and had a "strong performance" out there in the beach. i guess all that workout translated to a stronger paddle for my arms... it's cool to know that even though i'm not getting any younger i can still swim as fast and as quick as my heydays... not too many people can claim to do that.
beach is best in the morning... the water's calm and clear.. lovely!
meanwhile, gotta go work, do some gym time later and then chill...
moil!!
yeah, for two days i had alcohol supplementation instead of branched chain amino acid, creatine, zinc-magnesium-calcium and fish oil. great, huh?!
well, not my idea of fun really but hey, we all could use a little break from all that everyday run-of-the-mill mambo-jumbo thingy we've all grown accustomed to.. just my thought, anyway.
ok, so we spent a night in the beach practically in a huff; we didn't thought it out or had prepared in advance.. spontaneous, baby!
it was good 'til the booze lasted, alright. we had wifey's friend and family with us... her hubby (wifey's friend's) was into the iron game so we had a grand time sharing notes... gotta say my 'sangay' (namesake) is way, way stronger than me.. hands down!
well, that is base on what we've discussed.. uhm, like how much he can lift.. yadi yada... i dunno.. i'm not that confident to say that i look better than him but damn, the dude snores like hell! even though we drank the same amount of alcohol, his snoring caused me to wake up way earlier than expected of a drunken mister... then, i was told by "my people" that i was as quite as a lake... whoa!
some lady actually had a "hots" for me on the night we boozed up.. a male foreigner approached me and told me "that lady over there likes you.."
geeezz, i still pack some "mojo" eh, i supposed. anyway, i had one too many drink/s i must be dreaming or something but truth to be told, the lady walk up to me and said "hi."
shoot! what am i gonna do? i'm here with family, wifey included.. there's no way i can fool around with the "tiger" just around the corner of my eye.. so, instead of saying "hey, you want sex?" err, i mean, say "hello," i opted to say bluntly, "but i'm married!"
waaaaahhhhh!!!!
wrong place at the wrong time, bubba... tough luck, indeed.
and she says "i know you're married.. it's OK." then i step a wee bit farther from her to sorta "gulp" some beer.. then she went away and had some dancing.. actually, there was a party near our room as somebody celebrated a debut.. an 18 years old and ripe for the picking.. yum! yum!
joke.
so there. she went her way and was dancing around with her girls and boys friend while i salivated watching 'em gyrate right in front of me.. whew!
then...
she came back to where i was at and whispered "which one is your wife?" and i said, "you see that foxy lookin' lady, white complexion, nice hair, sexy bod and appears ferocious? that's her."
and she said, "ah, OK!"
since i already guzzled enough booze to fill a car's tank, every memory i had since that moment had been hazy 'til i remembered clearly how i went down the mat and lost consciousness... like a log, mate.. like a log.
anyway, it was nice in the morning since i managed to swim a few meters and had a "strong performance" out there in the beach. i guess all that workout translated to a stronger paddle for my arms... it's cool to know that even though i'm not getting any younger i can still swim as fast and as quick as my heydays... not too many people can claim to do that.
beach is best in the morning... the water's calm and clear.. lovely!
meanwhile, gotta go work, do some gym time later and then chill...
moil!!
Thursday, May 01, 2008
peso bill
i've been meaning to write since earlier.. i just couldn't gather my thoughts. had a lot of reading early on and all were interesting i have to shuttle in-between tabs..
BAD TRIP
that's how i felt after getting some feedback from accounting that i seem to not care following-up my cash advances for the client's documentation processing as i seem to "not in dire need of money.."
HWHAT???!!!
i think i just posted earlier here how i need some serious cash flowing through my wallet (or pocket if you may) since i gotta lot of bills to pay, thanks to credit cards and supplements!!
yeah, yeah... how nice of them to assume, eh?
i would gladly sell the contents of my wallet for a grand.. wait, the license and some IDs could cause more than that for duplication.. uhm, maybe.. make it two grand.. please!
well, i can't go on cringing with whatever they think of me.. just live and and let live, mondo!
then some BUMMER in the GYM...
top my day!
some guys just can't accept the fact that all my lifts are becoming "routine" now. for them, it's next to impossible to do. this is really one of my dilemma.. as much as possible i want to be invisible to everyone.. like being "low profile" or unnoticeable.. as you can see, this blog barely has picture/s of me.. but then, i have a goal... it's not something many people do especially in the gym. most guys just go and lift and do all that barbell curl to "grow some bicep and impress the chicks" thingy.. i, on the other hand do a lot of compound exercises as they give me bigger bang for my buck.. then do some finishing exercises like the famous curls and all that isolation exercises.. y'know, the "detailing" kinda exercise.
so, these "primitive" folks in my gym, since they can't match me strength-wise, they'd end up teasing me like "dude watch your back you might break it" or "steroids!!!" or screws around when i'm doing some heavy work.. now, if you're in a situation like mine wherein you could literally snap your back doing heavy squats or deadlifts and there's this guy who basically lifts the same amount of weight each time(read: measly), makes unnecessary cheap shot when i'm in the middle of completing my exercise, that's crazy and downright stupid.. to think this moron who had been way, way "advance" than me as he was there long before i started working out, should know when to screw around and when to get serious... must be the reason why his man-boobs hasn't vanished after all of those chest exercises he does... cos he's a fuck-up around the gym! there, i said the "f" word.
sowi.
anyway, ignorance is a bliss.. indeed! if you stop smiling or entertaining their corny/lousy jokes, they'll go away, eventually.
of course, when they see how heavy my lifts had become, they don't have much choice but to give respect where respect is due.. whose your daddy now, bitch??
quite frankly, these guys (save for some) will be lifting those puny weights 'til they'd realize how they've come so far and yet so wrong.. no gain whatsoever.. cos much of the things they do are for "detailing" and muscles don't respond well to isolation exercises.. no matter how hard you do all that barbell curls and french press, your arms won't grow much nor your chest would develop, pencil neck!
do some reading and eat well.. then you might have a chance..
and did you know your muscle grows when you give it a rest?
thus..
BAD TRIP
that's how i felt after getting some feedback from accounting that i seem to not care following-up my cash advances for the client's documentation processing as i seem to "not in dire need of money.."
HWHAT???!!!
i think i just posted earlier here how i need some serious cash flowing through my wallet (or pocket if you may) since i gotta lot of bills to pay, thanks to credit cards and supplements!!
yeah, yeah... how nice of them to assume, eh?
i would gladly sell the contents of my wallet for a grand.. wait, the license and some IDs could cause more than that for duplication.. uhm, maybe.. make it two grand.. please!
well, i can't go on cringing with whatever they think of me.. just live and and let live, mondo!
then some BUMMER in the GYM...
top my day!
some guys just can't accept the fact that all my lifts are becoming "routine" now. for them, it's next to impossible to do. this is really one of my dilemma.. as much as possible i want to be invisible to everyone.. like being "low profile" or unnoticeable.. as you can see, this blog barely has picture/s of me.. but then, i have a goal... it's not something many people do especially in the gym. most guys just go and lift and do all that barbell curl to "grow some bicep and impress the chicks" thingy.. i, on the other hand do a lot of compound exercises as they give me bigger bang for my buck.. then do some finishing exercises like the famous curls and all that isolation exercises.. y'know, the "detailing" kinda exercise.
so, these "primitive" folks in my gym, since they can't match me strength-wise, they'd end up teasing me like "dude watch your back you might break it" or "steroids!!!" or screws around when i'm doing some heavy work.. now, if you're in a situation like mine wherein you could literally snap your back doing heavy squats or deadlifts and there's this guy who basically lifts the same amount of weight each time(read: measly), makes unnecessary cheap shot when i'm in the middle of completing my exercise, that's crazy and downright stupid.. to think this moron who had been way, way "advance" than me as he was there long before i started working out, should know when to screw around and when to get serious... must be the reason why his man-boobs hasn't vanished after all of those chest exercises he does... cos he's a fuck-up around the gym! there, i said the "f" word.
sowi.
anyway, ignorance is a bliss.. indeed! if you stop smiling or entertaining their corny/lousy jokes, they'll go away, eventually.
of course, when they see how heavy my lifts had become, they don't have much choice but to give respect where respect is due.. whose your daddy now, bitch??
quite frankly, these guys (save for some) will be lifting those puny weights 'til they'd realize how they've come so far and yet so wrong.. no gain whatsoever.. cos much of the things they do are for "detailing" and muscles don't respond well to isolation exercises.. no matter how hard you do all that barbell curls and french press, your arms won't grow much nor your chest would develop, pencil neck!
do some reading and eat well.. then you might have a chance..
and did you know your muscle grows when you give it a rest?
thus..
Monday, April 28, 2008
all is well that ends well...
NOT!!!
my situation is really hard.. tell you that..
softhead surrounds me these days... non-sensical when you talk to them.. better talk to a stone, at least, it stays still and wouldn't budge.. not that i mind if someone does but at least, they listen and listen well.
yeah, yeah.. life is what you make it.
moving on..
i need money!!! HELP!!!
for real.
i guess all that surging oil, rice and those friggin' basic commodities are starting to hurt my pocket real good.. like my wallet is on a very strict diet now...ggrrrrr!!
heck, i need some serious money-generating scheme to get me outta this stinkin' foxhole, dammit!
“goosfraba....”
“goosfraba....”
“goosfraba....”
ok, ok.. i'm relax now.. chilled to the bone..
don't wanna stress myself with that... life's too short, homs..
anyway, i'm happy to be able to do some serious "dipping" yesterday.. i had to take this exercise off my routine cos my shoulder hurts and i'm having trouble executing it without nearly fainting near the end...
but it's back!
ok, i'm not getting any lighter but i sure am getting soooo much stronger cos i can now do more pull-ups and chin-ups... that's aside from the dips, momma!
great!
those exercise mentioned above is one way to measure what a "real guy" a man is made, honey.. if he can't carry himself, much less, you.. plain and simple.
once when i started working my close-grip bench press, my tricep started to get stronger and stronger.. then i also needed to work on my weak points.. those that i mentioned above, they were a burden for me to do.. it's hard to pull myself up and so much harder to push myself up (dips) that's why i never like those darn exercises.. thus, in order for me to improve, i needed to really concentrate on them.. like doing 'em almost every other day!
by the way, my deadlift had reached 300lbs since three weeks ago.. so stale, eh? my squat is a work in progress (50lbs more and it'll be 300!) while my bench press (peg at 200lbs, 220lbs with some sissy spotter) would probably improve as i do more dips week-in, week-out... i'll add weights to my dips as time progress.
yet, i'm not even having the best supplement the planet can offer.. like those guys at a bodybuilding show last Saturday night. dude, they look like monsters! they epitome the meathead folks down under..
gotta look for some image/s of that competition somewhere.. sucks actually.. cos we didn't have our dang camera that night!!
UPDATE:
now here's the LINK.
thanks, dick!
Saturday, April 26, 2008
wazzup?? wazzup??
nah... nothing much..
except for some serious row with wifey and family... and, some crap still hanging on my shoulders.. everything's fine, thank you.
ok, i'm drunk.. gotta STOP this madness called "blogging.."
but really, the row was nasty i just want a legal separation like pronto!!... vanish and start all over.. it's that BAD, homs...
gotta drink s'more... drown my, uhm, predicament then hope that when i wake up or when the smoke clears, everything will be brand new... clean and dandy... like everything was just a bad dream..
keep chowing down, though.
OUT.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Friday, April 18, 2008
long story, short
whoa!
nice to end the week with a bang, eh!
both work and "play." i call my training "play" cos i enjoy the exhilaration, the gasping for air and the soaking sweaty feeling.. not to mention, the pain during and after the session..
i know.. i know..
it's sickening to be me.. haha!
Neil, my son is taking summer classes.. some language, speed math and some arts. i haven't seen him for quite sometime being excited in school... only now.
actually, he studied at STI since grade I, if my memory serves me right. i think they have a nice system going there.. quite advance for an elementary, but....
what's abominable about the whole thing is they don't have a lot of experienced teacher. meaning, they don't know how to deal with kids like Neil whose a hyper and a little bit on the naughty side.
not only that, they give assignments that literally makes the parents (or whoever that is) do the teacher's job. several pages of this subject, a few here, a tad there.. man, are they kidding?!
what's more, the kid won't have time to play anymore since he'll immersed doing all that BS school work at home.. basically, what they're doing is taking away the fun of going to school.
since both me and wifey are too busy with our own work and business, respectively, we opted to hire a tutor who teaches at their school, but only to find out that they didn't do some assignment or finish their much needed lessons to be studied... cos they "ran out of time.."
so, given that Neil's score and grades are declining steadily, expectedly, his self-confidence went downhill from thereon.. what added more pain to injury, we as parents were pretty much remiss in our duty to monitor his activities in school... why is that you ask? our home is pretty far away from where we work so we barely visits his teacher and keeping tracks of his activities in there..
he practically made a 360 degree turn in terms of his performance as well as his behavior that i was just complete taken aback by the feedbacks i get from his teachers.
my God, we've created a monster!!!
joke.
anyway, the problem was compounded by a lotsa things and i, his father, take responsibility for whatever he's become. but, the school's system made things even worst.
get this, the first honor student would sleep around 1am just to finish her homework. she's an honor student alright but geez, where's the fun there? and here's more, the second honor student's mom swayed us to move with them to another school cos she can no longer stomach doing all the "teaching" through the assignments passed on by the teacher.. she ends up yelling her kid when he doesn't get the lesson right away, and in her most frustrating moment, hurts him.
there's still plenty of story to tell here but i gotta save that for tomorrow... cos i'm dead tired, homs.
ciao!
PS
forgive the typo errors... i'm about to ZZzzzzzz
nice to end the week with a bang, eh!
both work and "play." i call my training "play" cos i enjoy the exhilaration, the gasping for air and the soaking sweaty feeling.. not to mention, the pain during and after the session..
i know.. i know..
it's sickening to be me.. haha!
Neil, my son is taking summer classes.. some language, speed math and some arts. i haven't seen him for quite sometime being excited in school... only now.
actually, he studied at STI since grade I, if my memory serves me right. i think they have a nice system going there.. quite advance for an elementary, but....
what's abominable about the whole thing is they don't have a lot of experienced teacher. meaning, they don't know how to deal with kids like Neil whose a hyper and a little bit on the naughty side.
not only that, they give assignments that literally makes the parents (or whoever that is) do the teacher's job. several pages of this subject, a few here, a tad there.. man, are they kidding?!
what's more, the kid won't have time to play anymore since he'll immersed doing all that BS school work at home.. basically, what they're doing is taking away the fun of going to school.
since both me and wifey are too busy with our own work and business, respectively, we opted to hire a tutor who teaches at their school, but only to find out that they didn't do some assignment or finish their much needed lessons to be studied... cos they "ran out of time.."
so, given that Neil's score and grades are declining steadily, expectedly, his self-confidence went downhill from thereon.. what added more pain to injury, we as parents were pretty much remiss in our duty to monitor his activities in school... why is that you ask? our home is pretty far away from where we work so we barely visits his teacher and keeping tracks of his activities in there..
he practically made a 360 degree turn in terms of his performance as well as his behavior that i was just complete taken aback by the feedbacks i get from his teachers.
my God, we've created a monster!!!
joke.
anyway, the problem was compounded by a lotsa things and i, his father, take responsibility for whatever he's become. but, the school's system made things even worst.
get this, the first honor student would sleep around 1am just to finish her homework. she's an honor student alright but geez, where's the fun there? and here's more, the second honor student's mom swayed us to move with them to another school cos she can no longer stomach doing all the "teaching" through the assignments passed on by the teacher.. she ends up yelling her kid when he doesn't get the lesson right away, and in her most frustrating moment, hurts him.
there's still plenty of story to tell here but i gotta save that for tomorrow... cos i'm dead tired, homs.
ciao!
PS
forgive the typo errors... i'm about to ZZzzzzzz
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
John Wayne
this is not good... at least for my workout schedules.
i've been hitting the gym a little later for quite sometime now. not only it gets jam packed in there, deep in the night i'd have trouble getting a good night sleep.
i dunno, so don't ask me why!
thus, my rest and recovery: jeopardize.
hhhmmmm... need to devise a new plan, bud.
meanwhile, earlier, i only worked the abs. though it's tempting to "get down to business" right away (read: heavy duty lifting), but i opted to back off.. in two days time (monday & tuesday) i already accomplished all exercises that i need to get done for the week... yesterday, in fact, i had a killer workout.. i hit my shoulders, biceps and back.. i was sweating all over and i bet i stink!
i hate elaborating but doing back exercises alone could zap your energy within minutes, thus, throwing in some shoulder and bicep exercises into the mix could literally kill you... felt like i'm close to vomiting yesterday.. not to mention, my head started to ache a little bit.. i believe holding my breath often during the execution of heavy exercise/s led to that nauseating, achy feeling..
anyhoo, i really could use the challenge.
overall, it was good.. and that's the reason i need to rest most muscles, joints, tendons, etc. today in order to promote healing and growth...
but...
tomorrow, all hell will break loose again in the gym... watch me as i unleash all my powers! GGggRRrrRRrr!!!! AaaWWWooo!! AaaWWWooo!!
just psyching myself up, homs.. you should watch me here slapping my face! haha!
in the meantime....
gotta watch The Contender Asia later...
so, GO!!!
i must.
Sunday, April 13, 2008
fud
thank you for the rain good Lord. it's been hot since the summer started and any rain that come my way, even if it literally pours down on me while riding on my bike or it would cause some serious drippings in our house' ceiling.. thanks to some screw up from whoever that is... still and all, thank you for the rain, God.
now, i'd love to open up with all of you out there whoever you are, but unfortunately, i'm sooo bad at "story-telling" only my son, Neil subscribes to my BS... whenever i put him into sleep he would beg me to continue the "series" of my invented story and would intently listen 'til i say, "To be continued..."
so seriously, i just suck in that department.
thus, when i bumped into Bryan's blog last saturday, i was just blown away. i mean, the guys speaks from the heart, unadulterated, so raw, wide open and "in-your-face" kinda way i got hooked the moment i started reading...
on the other hand, i also like to keep a lot of things to myself... sooo many things. when it's time to "come out" and spill everything out, then i can honestly say "I am free."
and yeah, i'm too lazy and too tied up with so many personal issues i wouldn't wanna say a "tell-all-tale" half assed... thus dishing out something too personal for yours truly entails a lot of effort and finesse to even start somewhere.. sigh.
i am also torn between privacy and being liberated... 'til i figure that out, i'll continue whining this way... tu capisci?
that's italian, homs..
time to zip it.
now, i'd love to open up with all of you out there whoever you are, but unfortunately, i'm sooo bad at "story-telling" only my son, Neil subscribes to my BS... whenever i put him into sleep he would beg me to continue the "series" of my invented story and would intently listen 'til i say, "To be continued..."
so seriously, i just suck in that department.
thus, when i bumped into Bryan's blog last saturday, i was just blown away. i mean, the guys speaks from the heart, unadulterated, so raw, wide open and "in-your-face" kinda way i got hooked the moment i started reading...
on the other hand, i also like to keep a lot of things to myself... sooo many things. when it's time to "come out" and spill everything out, then i can honestly say "I am free."
and yeah, i'm too lazy and too tied up with so many personal issues i wouldn't wanna say a "tell-all-tale" half assed... thus dishing out something too personal for yours truly entails a lot of effort and finesse to even start somewhere.. sigh.
i am also torn between privacy and being liberated... 'til i figure that out, i'll continue whining this way... tu capisci?
that's italian, homs..
time to zip it.
Saturday, April 12, 2008
lemme redirect you...
i don't care if you'd STOP reading my blog in lieu of THIS one... he just started blogging last month and reportedly, his site's hits already reached millions!
whoa!
mine's just a fraction of that.
puny.
now get on with..
and have fun!
P.S.
it's best if you start reading from the very beginning to know the background of the whole mess.. err, i mean, story.
you know the drill, right?
..or do i have to spell it out for you?
whoa!
mine's just a fraction of that.
puny.
now get on with..
and have fun!
P.S.
it's best if you start reading from the very beginning to know the background of the whole mess.. err, i mean, story.
you know the drill, right?
..or do i have to spell it out for you?
Wednesday, April 09, 2008
euphemism
what the hell is going on with the world today?
soaring gas prices...
rice shortages...
prices of basic commodities will also rise very soon...
people masturbating in public?
gangs shooting on each other and innocent bystanders...
teenage pregnancy on the rise (our place would probably rank in the upper half)..
traffic all over the place..
etc.. etc.. etc..
man, man, man!!!
some bad luck is on a rampage here... or is it even luck?
tsk.. tsk..
guess the world is being sodomized, eh?
or maybe it's the wickedness?
aaahhhhh... whatever..
somehow reading all this stuff and actually experiencing the difficulties first hand just bums me out and messes up my day... not to mention, my work had been increasingly taxing it's getting strenuous to get things done... must be the reason why i've been constantly late for work for months now, thus the memo..
getaway from me, Satan!!!
...switching channel in a huff.
soaring gas prices...
rice shortages...
prices of basic commodities will also rise very soon...
people masturbating in public?
gangs shooting on each other and innocent bystanders...
teenage pregnancy on the rise (our place would probably rank in the upper half)..
traffic all over the place..
etc.. etc.. etc..
man, man, man!!!
some bad luck is on a rampage here... or is it even luck?
tsk.. tsk..
guess the world is being sodomized, eh?
or maybe it's the wickedness?
aaahhhhh... whatever..
somehow reading all this stuff and actually experiencing the difficulties first hand just bums me out and messes up my day... not to mention, my work had been increasingly taxing it's getting strenuous to get things done... must be the reason why i've been constantly late for work for months now, thus the memo..
getaway from me, Satan!!!
...switching channel in a huff.
Important Announcement
soooo many thoughts flying around my brain... but.. i'll collect 'em all later.. gotta work.. then sweat.. then maybe.. if i still have some mojo left.. i can.. uhm.. maybe get myself together.. summon some strength from thee Almighty.. and post something relevant..
..other than this CRAP you're reading... gotcha! *wink* *wink*
..other than this CRAP you're reading... gotcha! *wink* *wink*
Sunday, April 06, 2008
Saturday, April 05, 2008
meat is a good
ON.
now that's what i call an explosive performance!
yeah.. yeah.. i worked it earlier and it was better.. sooo much better than yesterday. the drawback, well, it had to be done otherwise i'd over train my chest and shoulders, so i only had "pull" workouts today...
looking forward to get some good massage later.. i really, really could use one.
it's actually routine for me many Saturdays since... getting a full body massage is heaven, homs..
go ahead, reward yourself... have a good one, beyb..
gotta clear my head and get myself together now.. my testosterone level at this point is just way down low..
OFF.
now that's what i call an explosive performance!
yeah.. yeah.. i worked it earlier and it was better.. sooo much better than yesterday. the drawback, well, it had to be done otherwise i'd over train my chest and shoulders, so i only had "pull" workouts today...
looking forward to get some good massage later.. i really, really could use one.
it's actually routine for me many Saturdays since... getting a full body massage is heaven, homs..
go ahead, reward yourself... have a good one, beyb..
gotta clear my head and get myself together now.. my testosterone level at this point is just way down low..
OFF.
Friday, April 04, 2008
gibberish
off... my workout today was totally OFF!
i was advise by my conscience to take a rest but i went on and hit the dang iron again... why the rest, you ask? cos i hit my shoulders really hard yesterday.. like there was no tomorrow, that's why!
well, i didn't thought it was that much work i did cos i do these things week-in, week-out.. i guess yesterday was an exception.. it definitely is one helluva routine i did and i'm still reeling from the muscle pain right now..
i might hit the gym again tomorrow as i wasn't satisfied with my workout earlier... usually i take weekends off but since Monday is a holiday and my erstwhile performance was a so-so, i'm seriously thinking about a grand training soon... uhm, yeah, like tomorrow?
what i've been doing now is a tad different and a little bit out of ordinary.. whereas people in the gym usually do a few sets and repetitions then take loads of rest, i do the opposite... i do more sets and repetitions then minimize rest.. now that just fries my muscles like frankfurter.. in fact, the sore feeling doesn't subside sooner than expected... and yet i've been hitting the gym for over a year now and as most people in my gym expects, they or their muscle had adapted to the constant stimulation.. but that's not how it's supposed to work, numskull! NO! NO! NO!
when your muscle is able to adapt, it wouldn't grow no more, thickhead!
you have to change your routine when that happens, otherwise, don't expect progress anytime soon...
thus, for me to be sore each time is a sign of growth... my muscles had been subjected to a new stimuli and it's definitely scrambling to adapt.. but not so fast, ding-dong!
nuf with the rant, eh?
***
actually, i think better when i'm away from this paleolithic PC.. so that's exactly what i'm gonna do.. get away from this rubbish...
chillin' out.
i was advise by my conscience to take a rest but i went on and hit the dang iron again... why the rest, you ask? cos i hit my shoulders really hard yesterday.. like there was no tomorrow, that's why!
well, i didn't thought it was that much work i did cos i do these things week-in, week-out.. i guess yesterday was an exception.. it definitely is one helluva routine i did and i'm still reeling from the muscle pain right now..
i might hit the gym again tomorrow as i wasn't satisfied with my workout earlier... usually i take weekends off but since Monday is a holiday and my erstwhile performance was a so-so, i'm seriously thinking about a grand training soon... uhm, yeah, like tomorrow?
what i've been doing now is a tad different and a little bit out of ordinary.. whereas people in the gym usually do a few sets and repetitions then take loads of rest, i do the opposite... i do more sets and repetitions then minimize rest.. now that just fries my muscles like frankfurter.. in fact, the sore feeling doesn't subside sooner than expected... and yet i've been hitting the gym for over a year now and as most people in my gym expects, they or their muscle had adapted to the constant stimulation.. but that's not how it's supposed to work, numskull! NO! NO! NO!
when your muscle is able to adapt, it wouldn't grow no more, thickhead!
you have to change your routine when that happens, otherwise, don't expect progress anytime soon...
thus, for me to be sore each time is a sign of growth... my muscles had been subjected to a new stimuli and it's definitely scrambling to adapt.. but not so fast, ding-dong!
nuf with the rant, eh?
***
actually, i think better when i'm away from this paleolithic PC.. so that's exactly what i'm gonna do.. get away from this rubbish...
chillin' out.
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