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My "Yayay" Story

10/21/2005 04:19:00 PM
While reading Gio's story about breaking his arm, I remembered my body was hurting too, though several levels less serious than what he has. I have a strained right calf muscle and a bruised shin that hurt real bad during the nights or when it gets real cold at work. I got both injuries on separate games of basketball a day apart. Tough luck. Though these days they don't hurt as much (except that the strained calf has lead to cramps that are just the painful fuckers that they are. They make me feel like a pregnant woman.)

I'm just amazed though how he can talk about it in such a toned-down manner, like he just stubbed his toe into the corner of the couch instead of having his wrist broken.

The girl problems must be more painful, right Gi? Broken heart takes the prize. I'd better hook you up, man. You worry me.

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In light of all the health consciousness drives going on out there, I can't help but re-evaluate how I've been treating myself lately:

I take vitamins. I eat right, though it's really hard to keep up the 3-times-a-day routine with the work I'm in and the hours I keep, but I try. I'm also cutting back on the carbs. Down to 1 cup of rice per meal. I'm sleeping right, I guess. 6-7 hours on the average. 8 hours is a luxury. I'll sleep when I'm dead. Carpe Diem and all that crap.

I drink a little and go out once or twice a week. 10 beers through both, more or less. Less than 10 shots of whatever the bartender thinks he can put together. The party animal in me has mellowed down significantly, though I take the opportunity to spend time with friends (especially those I don't see often) when possible.

I don't smoke, No.

Physical activities? Basketball at least every Sunday. At least twice a week in the gym. Badminton during Saturdays. And any other sport my friends can come up with. Think Tazmanian Devil who has too much pent-up energy (or so I think.)

During the weekends I see my girlfriend, eat, sleep, watch DVDs, play video games. I play the guitar. I read books. See? It doesn't sound like a dangerously unhealthy lifestyle. I've even gotten fatter during the last 2 months. 20 pounds at the least, and I'm working hard to turn all that fat into toned muscles. Yeah baby. *Baywatch theme playing in the background*

But in spite of all the seemingly normal things that I do, I still feel unhealthy. Too much time in front of the computer perhaps? Too much time sitting down? Do I eat too little quantities of fish? I don't know. Maybe it's time to see a shrink. I don't want something to snap inside of me and turn me into someone health nut. I happen to be comfortable with my lifestyle. And if I die living it, then I guess I was wrong.

I believe this shiat.

10/20/2005 06:24:00 PM
This is almost boringly long, but it's a good read. And this should kinda fit with the situations most people my age are in. Read on. Or if you're not into long articles, just check out the sugary quip at the end of this post. At least you can say you read something while visiting this excuse of a blog. :D (which, by the way, I am VERY thankful for. mwahmwahmwahmwahmwah!)

*ptui*



This is my life summed up in one statement --

"Being happy doesn't mean that everything is perfect. It means you've decided to see life beyond the imperfections. So, don't say you're happy because everything is alright. Be happy because everything sucks but you're just fine..." -- Anonymous


Have a nice day.

Must... not... fall... into... trap...

10/18/2005 04:58:00 PM
I've started to not blogging again. Everytime I want to, something gets in the way. Work, primarily. The only workstation I have, my laptop, which I lazily leave at the office during weekends, has reached a multitasking limit, and I cannot bear to burden my laptop with more resource-hungry applications when my work requires me to load oh-so-many.

Yep, that's my primary excuse. My second is that I am in an absolute mental block right now. I mean, I have so many thoughts running through my alimpatakan (read: mind), and that's the problem: they all just run straight out my ears, and I'm left with a buzzing sound in my head. Or more precisely, that sound a flatline makes. After work, I am usually braindead.

So I am right now sneaking in this useless blog entry just so I can write something new, and frankly I'm sick of looking at my outdated blog. Actually a lot has happened since my last blog entry. I got harrassed by cops, I attended a mass celebrated by Gaudencio Rosales, I hurt my calf and my ankle playing ball. I read a book while doing potty. See? Pretty interesting life I lead.

Some words to live by

10/06/2005 10:11:00 PM


If you don't remember this quote, you didn't watch Coach Carter. This was beautifully delivered by Rick Gonzalez (look him up if you're into that kind of thing.) While the Richmond High Basketball team was taking their exams inside the gym. This was the defining point of the movie for me (right next to the drug-related shooting Rick's character's cousin violently dies from). I have been looking for this quote so I could have it framed and I can wear it around my neck. Yeah, it's like that. That's how much I embrace these words.

a rant about work... episode 3.

This is how I feel about work sometimes --

Comic (click here)

I can almost swear that this dialogue has gone through my head a few times already. Such are the comforts and benefits of a hyperactive imagination and the relative lack of balls to apply these things in real-ife.

The good part is, my workload has become considerably lighter despite all the new stuff coming in. The new guys I've trained are now 6 months into the job, and they have also considerably done well. I've unloaded quite a lot of stuff on them, which is only fair since I'll be shouldering whole new motherloads of sh...tuff in a few weeks' time.

Ga-Gym Ka part? Oo.

10/05/2005 04:01:00 PM
I started going to the gym today.

No I don't want rock-hard abs, steel buns, and such. I just want to get rid of what my roommates half-jokingly call "love handles." Bilbil. And also maybe get rid of the pot belly that I worked so hard by logging insane hours sitting all day at work and mastering my couch potato techniques at home. Overall, I just want to be fit and trim. I look forward to the day when I no longer have to struggle into my size 32 pants, or turn blue from all the holding my breath in so my stomach won't uninvitingly prod the next person standing in line at the movie theater (this unfortunately has happened once or twice.)

Gio and I talked about this before... what did I want out of it? Why go to the gym? Why not just lift a couple of dumbbells or a half sack of rice in the comfort of your home? Why shell out precious coffee money and divert it to monthly gym membership dues? Or why not just go FAT and get it over with?

My reply was a simple 'WHY NOT?' Wait, it wasn't as simple as that. I actually said a bunch of other stuff. I said that I wanted the responsibility and the discipline. The moment I said that I realized something. I wasn't taking care of myself the way I was supposed to. I was neglecting my health and my obligation of keeping competitive in the rat race.

And if keeping ahead in the rat race requires a flat tummy and pants that fit comfortably, then by golly I'll do what it takes.

Besides, I'll be 25 in less than a month. I've decided to go and submit myself to a discipline. Something I know is big enough to merit enthusiasm and I know I can do and won't ignore.

I'd rather pay to run on a treadmill than even be paid to run in the streets of Manila even on the busiest time of the day. Pick your poison. Plus it did help put matters in perspective when a friend of mine helped in getting us a ridiculous discount in membership dues in some fancy gym in Makati. It is unbelievably cheaper than my water bill. (Unfortunately, it's not something I can offer to everyone else.)