The Metric System

Whoa.

I'm stronger than I thought. Imagined.

This morning I went to the gym. Did the usual workouts, with slightly heavier weights. Why? So my muscles can develop. Anyway, I'm using machines instead of free weights. For the legs (hamstring and quads) I set the weight at 30 now. For calves at 40. Chest press and low row are at 25, and shoulder press at 15.

Here's the thing. I always assumed the weights were in pounds. No problem, I have no qualms admitting I'm a weakling. So for me to be chest pressing 25 pounds, or even calf raising 40 pounds would be amazing. My shoulders are weakest, I can only do 8 reps for the first set then just 4 for the second. At least I was making progress, because I started at the shoulder press machine lifting just 5.

Only the weights weren't it pounds. The weights were in kilograms. I just found out this morning. So I've been lifting a lot more weight than I was expecting. Hence I am apparently stronger than what I was willing to give myself credit.

Even the triceps pushdown. I'm pushing 15 KILOS for 10 reps first set and 7 reps second set. Now I know that may not be much but it is a big improvement.

Sheesh. Kilos. Apparently only the dumbbells at the gym are in pounds. And this morning I was able to lift 20 pounds in concentrated curls. For the left arm 6 reps first set, 3 reps second. The right arm is weaker, 6 reps first set, 1 rep second.

Ah progress. I'm stronger than I thought, and now I think I'll push myself a tad more.

Now if I can only lose my goddamned stomach flab...

Out.

Hey...

I'll be "shooting from the hip" and writing down the first thing that comes to mind, with minimal editing so here goes...

"Steal My Sunshine" by Len (thanks Dylan for telling me the band name) is playing in NU107.5 and it has been a really long while since I heard this song. Years. If I remember the MTV, it had this happy looking guy and this girl doing the vocals. The girl looked liked a battered girlfriend of the happy looking guy, if you ask me.

Just got two Sigur Ros CDs from HK courtesy of my mother. Yes, I listen to Sigur Ros. For those interested, they're a group from Iceland. Nice music, a far cry from what I usually listen to. But I do enjoy their music, and I have to credit a book I read for opening my eye to this band. The book is "Some Kind Of Monster" by Joe Berlinger with Greg Milner. The book is a behind the scenes look at the making of the Metallica film "Metallica: Some Kind of Monster" (which I've also watched and own a copy thanks to Maica). There was a part in the book that says that the remaining members of Metallica went to a Sigur Ros concert and were blown away by the band. So I looked up Sigur Ros... and liked the music.

Anyway Maica left for the States again. Sorta pissed off and depressed. This shouldn't be happening. But the die has been cast, yadda yadda yadda. We've both got to do our best to resolve whatever issues are keeping us apart. And believe me, we are resolving them.

That's all. For now.

Out.

Which Supervillain Are You?

Got this off Third's blog.




Your results:
You are Mr. Freeze

Mr. Freeze 59% Venom 58% Dr. Doom 54% Apocalypse 48% Lex Luthor 47% Dark Phoenix 46% The Joker 43% Magneto 43% Juggernaut 41% Two-Face 41% Riddler 36% Kingpin 31% Green Goblin 29% Catwoman 29% Poison Ivy 26% Mystique 21%

You are cold and you think everyone else should be also, literally.

Click here to take the Super Villain Personality Test

My Views...

I can be overly opinionated and very critical of things, people, issues, and other things. But I choose not to. Why bother? Everybody has an opinion and some are more vocal than others.

I choose not to be as vocal. Or not be as vocal to people I don't really know or give a damn about. Because what should they care what I think? And why should I tell them?

I've encountered lots of people who will just jump in on any conversation and offer their two cents. This I find rude, specially if they think they are the absolute and only authority on the subject matter. Just freaking annoys the living (and watery) sh*t outta me.

And these people act so damn arrogant, what's up with that? If they think they're better than you they won't even try to get along with you. No thanks, I'd rather not associate with people like that. I've learned how to get along with others, but I draw the line with arrogant sons (and daughters) of soulless b*tches.

I'd rather not get my already short temper up with people like that. I let them be, but stew inside because the world is unfair. Unfair because those vocal, arrogant people usually get ahead of me because lets face it, people in power love seeing "ambitious" people. The latter are usually ambitious not because they want to be the best, but usually because they just crave the power and the glory and the fame. They don't even have to be good at what they do, they just have to look like they're good.

Image is everything, substance is nothing.

Sadly I am more of a substance person than an image person. I'd rather let my actions (and works) speak for themselves. Because I know if I brag or become arrogant, people who are better than me (and I do know that there are more people better than me in higher positions) will see right through the act and look at the work I do. And I'd rather walk the walk than talk the talk.

Anyway enough of that rant, it is Friday today. TGIF (Thank God It's Friday) and, as I learned from my mom, SHABU (Salamat Hesus At Biyernes Ulit).

Everything seems to be falling in place these past few weeks. The "stars are aligning" and all that jazz. My head's getting clearer as to the things I have to do these coming months. Now all that's left is for luck to help me out. Big time.

Out.