No Pain No Gain

"Pain is weakness leaving the body." - Alonzo Mourning, NBA Player, built like a bull.

These were the thoughts that were drifting through my head as I was puking my guts out for the second time in the bathroom of this gym I went to last night with my officemates. That's right. A gym.

You see, I've been out of shape for most of my life. Maybe even all of it. And I never bothered to do anything about it until now. Okay so I went to Slimmers World a few times in high school and early college. But I never took it seriously. Now I have to. After two torn pants (torn while I was in the act of sitting down, I might add) I realized that maybe I ought to finally just do something about it.

So off I went with three of my officemates to this gym they go to. Not the typical Slimmers World, Fitness First, or Gold's Gym with the aircons, high tech equipment, and other amenities. This was a gym gym. No aircon, all weights.

So what the hell was I doing there? I was trying to work out. Lose weight. Quick. Fast. Become a size 36 again. But since I was totally out of shape I only did three exercises. Full squats (no weight, two sets, 7 and 9 reps), leg press (15 x 50, 15 x 60), and some other exercise I forgot the name (8 x 8, 12 x 12). Oh and I also puked. Twice. And as if it was following the trend of my exercises, I heaved thrice the first time and eight times the second. Sheesh. First set weak second set strong. Even in puking.

So now my thighs are killing me. And tomorrow I go work on the arms. Then on Friday the back. Then on Monday the cycle begins again. But I can't complain too much. This is my fault, letting myself get this way. Had I controlled myself a bit more earlier on in my life then maybe I wouldn't have to do this anymore.

But I feel great. I feel good. Even if my legs are cursing me out and muscles I never knew I had are reintroducing themselves to me in a very unpleasant way.

Things to do to Kill Time

Third tagged me to write down a list of what I do to kill time. Got me good. Hook. Line. Sinker.
So... Here goes.

Things I do to kill time...

• blog (an outlet for my frustrations)
  
• surf the net (specially www.flickr.com - addict hehe)
  
• practice my maya skills (gotta keep up with current trends, yes?)
  
• talk on the phone with my girlfriend (because i love her and i love talking)
  
• play guitar (actually just do finger exercises, plus the first solo of metallica's one)
  
• play ps2 (nba live, gran turismo, front mission 4, way of the samurai 2, etc)
  
• take photographs (with my brand new canon eos 66)
• watch tv (pimp my ride, nba, f1, wrc, etc)
• hang out with friends/loved ones
  
• stare at my toys (guyvers I-III, f1 cars, gt40 collection...)

Basically that's that. Can't think of anything else.

But here's the catch. Now that I've done it, I have to tag FIVE others to do this too. So, sorry to you guys but...

Hector
Titam
Marko
Pauline
Ver

Your turn. Hehe.

OPM???

Lately I've been noticing a trend with regards to our music scene. Remakes.

Now I've got nothing wrong with remaking songs. I used to have a band in high school and we just played alternative songs (and a couple of Black Sabbath songs). Technically we remade them. But we also played them only at home. We never made money out of it.

Now here we have a new breed of singers who are just that - SINGERS. They can't write songs so they go and butcher, er, remake old, famous pop songs so that their albums will sell. They remake songs to make money. Jeez. Wahoo. Hooray. Kudos.

What's up with that? Making money out of someone else's ideas? And your supposed to be an artist. Why don't you write your own songs? Or are you afraid that no one will like them and you'll end up washed up? Better rich and a crummy bastard doppelganger (God I just LOVE that word) than an original artist.

Wanna make easy money? Remake songs.

Be a butcher. Ruin old songs. I used to like the song "Love Moves..." or whatever it was called. But ever since Nina sang, no, BUTCHERED that song it has become revolting to me. That's right. Revolting. Can't you write your own songs?

And while we're at it, this is for all you "singers" out there: Start learning how to write your own songs. I'd respect you guys more if you wrote your own songs rather than ripping off others. But of course you guys don't care what I think, right? If I was in your place and I was the one making thousands (millions?) ripping off others then I wouldn't care what others thought. Bravo.

And since that seems to be the trend nowadays watchout for my new book, CATCHER IN THE RYE. Shyeah, right.

Me, Taz...

Taz! You scored 57 Aggression, 42 Sophistication, and 57 Optimism!

Aggressive, optimistic, and vulgar to the point of complete incoherency, you have a tendency to plow though life leaving a virtual swath of destruction in your wake. You personal energy is bottomless, and when motivated your actions can seem like a blur to onlookers. You possess the self-confidence and the belief that you can handle anything, or anyone. This will often cause you to bite-off more than you can chew. You also tend to be very impulsive and often oblivious to the harm you may cause others. Your anger tends to be quick and intense. Try relaxing and taking a little more time to think things through, not everything has to be met head-on as soon as it appears.

My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 45% on Aggression You scored higher than 13% on Sophistication You scored higher than 26% on Optimism

Link: The Which Looney Tune Are You Test written by coolguy3000 on OkCupid Free Online Dating

Bakit???

Matagal ko nang gusto ito isulat. Ilang beses nang nabubuo sa ulo ko ang mga salita, ang mga pangungusap na gustong-gusto ko na isulat. Ngunit 'di ko tinuloy. Tamad? Tamad. Pagod? Pagod. Nagpipigil? Nagpipigil. Oo sa lahat ng mga katanungan.

At simple lang naman ang iniisip ko. Bakit ang daming mga walang konsensya at garapal sa mundo natin? Sige, liitan na natin ang sakop. Ba't ang daming garapal at walang konsensya sa Pilipinas???

Matagal ko na itong iniisip. Marami nang halimbawa. Ngunit kanina lang talaga ako tinamaan ng sipag. Bakit?

Nagsimula ang lahat nung nagpunta kami ni Enzo sa Park Square para bumili ng bag para sa camera ko. (Might I digress a bit? I recently acquired a Canon EOS 66 SLR Camera) Nakabili ako ng isang matinong bag. Tapos nakita ko na mura pa rin ang isa pang bag na gusto ko. Kumuha ako ng pera sa ATM at habang hinihintay kong lumabas ang pera, naalala ko ang sabi ni Enzo. Parang, "Ang dali talagang mawala ng pera sa ating mga kamay". Amen, kapatid. Tignan mo na lang ako.

Ano naman koneksyon ng pagbili ng bag sa garapal? Wala. Doon lang nagsimula ang kuwento. Nung pabalik na kami sa opisina, narinig namin sa AM radio sa loob ng taxi ang usapan tungkol sa isang kongresman na di sinabi ang pangalan. Mahilig daw kumain sa Japanese restaurant sa may Greenhills. Dalawang libo raw isang order ng sushi. Mahilig raw sa sushi at sashimi. Kinakamay pa raw at di kuntento sa chopsticks dahil madulas. Peste. Baboy. Nakakahiya.

Tapos pinaalala pa sa akin ni Enzo na marami raw mga kababayan natin sa probinsya ay kumikita lamang ng P32.00 kada araw. Maraming naghihirap daw tapos siya lalamon sa mamahaling kainan na ginagamit ang perang galing sa atin? Tayo nagbabayad ng pagkain niya, ang mga buwis na binayaran natin ang nagpapakain sa kanya.

Ba't maraming garapal dito? Mga taong di nakokonsensya. Mga taong patay-malisya. Iisipin ang sarili, wala nang pakialam sa iba. Talangka. Bastardo.

Kung akala niyo'y sa mga tangang nagmamaneho lang ang galit ko, kulang pa yon. May mga garapal din. Mga magulang. Mga dupang. Mga sugapa. Gahaman. Hay naku.

Bakit ako 'di ko ito magawa? Ba't ako may konsensya? Alam ko naman na ako ang tama dahil di ako garapal, pero teka. Sabi nga raw sa banal na aklat na pagdating ng Judgement Day ay makukuha rin nila ang nararapat sa kanila. Ang ibig mo sabihin maghihintay pa ako sa pagbalik ng Diyos bago ko makita ang hustisya?

Teka, lugi ako. Ako na 'di garapal. Ako na nag-iisip. Ako na nagsisikap at di umaasenso dahil sa mga garapal. Lugi ako. Oo lugi ako, inggit ako sa kanila dahil wala silang konsensya. Matagal dumating ang karma nila. At yon ang rason kung bakit ako galit. Dapat ngayon pa lang makarma na sila. Di naman tayo sigurado kung may afterlife e. (May I just say that yes, I am a Christian and that I believe in God.) Bakit ang matitinong tao maghihirap tapos sila masarap ang buhay? Nasaan ang hustisya doon?

Kaya di umaasenso ang bansa natin. Maraming garapal tapos yung matitino lumilipat sa mas matinong bansa kung saan mas kaunti ang garapal.

Tama na nga. Masyadong pagewang-gewang na ang pag-iisip ko.