morning
recovering
dang im up and still groggy from the thousand blanket treatment i had last night to sweat out the sickness. yep ladies and gentlemen, i got sick again. for those of you new to this news, lemme give youz the low down, a couple of weeks ago, i got sick and had little red dots all over my body. xu doc sez it could be probably be dengue. recovered the next day. 3 days ago, (due to lack of sleep and eating more than usual) i had dyspepsya and impatso all together and a head ache on top. had to skip class again and felt better after a tablet of motilium and 2 bottles of yakult. 25 mins later, a fever attacked me and redered me unfit to go to class in the afternoon. and just last night i had a 37.5 fever. what the hell is wrong with my immune system?!
im currrently listening to love songs. . who doesnt? alright fine, im in love, so what? i dont care. i this girl is too special for me to ignore.
got nothing to report as of now. . stay tuned.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Saturday, May 2, 2009
Weights and Rain
saturday morning.
waking up.
i wake up to another summer's day with a smile and look out. Rain. Nice. . . .
well, that's me, i just love the rain. especially on a friday. the cold wind, the pitter-patter or the roaring currents of the rain and the comfy hug of my fav jacket. that might sound so emo, but its not. you'd be like thinking "steve likes rainy fridays? that's so emo man," well, Mr. Judgemental, I love the rain nevertheless. so shut up and read. it rained almots 3 times today, once in the morn, hard in the afternoon and a tad little in the eve.
afternoon.
walking to breadhub.
planning to buy sting.
i went to the usual internet cafe i go to almost everyday to check on my mail,(dapit sa sports zone, breadhub) check on cdotaku.com, and facebook. oh and check up on the daily life of my bestest buddy whose a music teacher daddy (you know who you are.) so, im there, surfin and sippin on sting. .
later on.
Rain.
In torrents.
Oh joy.
i was trapped in the internet cafe. dang it, and i had to go to the gym at pelaez sports center. yes, im now a gym jockey. why? because i wanna be healthy. (and i saw too many sylvester stallone and arnold swarsenegger movies and the new hulk movie. hahaha.) but im not aiming to be a huge, muscle-bound, genetic pro-wrestler, i just wanna have a little muscle to aid me in case of a fight, (and please the chicks and probably the girl i love. hehe) anywhoo, i waited till the rain stopped, and it did. so i went out and enjoyed the wet scenery. walking to the sports center, i noticed it was drizzling, then it got stronger, and stronger, and bucket-like drops of rain just drenched me. CRAP. (had to hail a motorela and waste 5 pesos to get to the sports center.)
later on.
pelaez sports center.
rain has evolved to huge water baloon-like drops.
i got to the sports center wet and cold. got to the gate and had to pay 30 pesos to use the gym. unfortunately, the rain was so strong all i could see was mist, water and wetness. and no dry way to get from the gate to the gym. OH EFFING GREAT. so, i did what every guy did to get there. RUN LIKE HELL. so i ran, great rain drops attacked me from all sides, i was so worried of the fact that my phone and my mp4 was in my pockets and they might suffer death from the deadly wetness of the harsh rain. so i just ran like i never ran before. *sings* "go speed racer, go speed racer, go speed racer go!!!"
gym.
soaking wet.
socks wet and squishy, underwear is up my ass and moist.
finally, i got to the gym. dripping wet, but ready for a workout. so, i started on the bycicle and did 15 mins on it and started on the weights. after 2 and a half hours of intense weightlifting, boxing, and bycicling, my sis came and announced that i'll be starting swimming classes there by monday at 5pm. looks like my dreams of looking like stallone or swartsennegger is starting to become real. i hope.
-Stephen-
author's last words,
"remember kids, never run in the rain with portable technology in your pockets, water will kill them."
I wish the best of luck to Manny Paquiao in his fight tomorrow.
waking up.
i wake up to another summer's day with a smile and look out. Rain. Nice. . . .
well, that's me, i just love the rain. especially on a friday. the cold wind, the pitter-patter or the roaring currents of the rain and the comfy hug of my fav jacket. that might sound so emo, but its not. you'd be like thinking "steve likes rainy fridays? that's so emo man," well, Mr. Judgemental, I love the rain nevertheless. so shut up and read. it rained almots 3 times today, once in the morn, hard in the afternoon and a tad little in the eve.
afternoon.
walking to breadhub.
planning to buy sting.
i went to the usual internet cafe i go to almost everyday to check on my mail,(dapit sa sports zone, breadhub) check on cdotaku.com, and facebook. oh and check up on the daily life of my bestest buddy whose a music teacher daddy (you know who you are.) so, im there, surfin and sippin on sting. .
later on.
Rain.
In torrents.
Oh joy.
i was trapped in the internet cafe. dang it, and i had to go to the gym at pelaez sports center. yes, im now a gym jockey. why? because i wanna be healthy. (and i saw too many sylvester stallone and arnold swarsenegger movies and the new hulk movie. hahaha.) but im not aiming to be a huge, muscle-bound, genetic pro-wrestler, i just wanna have a little muscle to aid me in case of a fight, (and please the chicks and probably the girl i love. hehe) anywhoo, i waited till the rain stopped, and it did. so i went out and enjoyed the wet scenery. walking to the sports center, i noticed it was drizzling, then it got stronger, and stronger, and bucket-like drops of rain just drenched me. CRAP. (had to hail a motorela and waste 5 pesos to get to the sports center.)
later on.
pelaez sports center.
rain has evolved to huge water baloon-like drops.
i got to the sports center wet and cold. got to the gate and had to pay 30 pesos to use the gym. unfortunately, the rain was so strong all i could see was mist, water and wetness. and no dry way to get from the gate to the gym. OH EFFING GREAT. so, i did what every guy did to get there. RUN LIKE HELL. so i ran, great rain drops attacked me from all sides, i was so worried of the fact that my phone and my mp4 was in my pockets and they might suffer death from the deadly wetness of the harsh rain. so i just ran like i never ran before. *sings* "go speed racer, go speed racer, go speed racer go!!!"
gym.
soaking wet.
socks wet and squishy, underwear is up my ass and moist.
finally, i got to the gym. dripping wet, but ready for a workout. so, i started on the bycicle and did 15 mins on it and started on the weights. after 2 and a half hours of intense weightlifting, boxing, and bycicling, my sis came and announced that i'll be starting swimming classes there by monday at 5pm. looks like my dreams of looking like stallone or swartsennegger is starting to become real. i hope.
-Stephen-
author's last words,
"remember kids, never run in the rain with portable technology in your pockets, water will kill them."
I wish the best of luck to Manny Paquiao in his fight tomorrow.
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