Coñologs: The Origins

Now kids let me tell you the story about one road trip we had last February 19, 2009. Yes, it’s one of the best trips I had with Prinz, Ron, Ariane and Raph. It’s an 8 hour drive home and you have three options:

1. Sleep

2. Pick a color and count the number of cars in that color that comes a long the way.

3. Do spontaneous song numbers.

When you are the one in the back seat, you have a sole responsibility to keep the designated driver (Raph) stay focused on the road! And yes we did that with flying colors. Heck, we’re still here telling you this story aren’t we? Anyway, I am not quite sure how we end up having this conversation but as I recall we were talking about education and the masses. See, we also come up of intellectually stimulating conversations from time to time.

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Boxing Day 2: Fly like a Butterfly, Sting like A Mudafucking Bee

Surprisingly, we made it to day 2 (mandatory applause, plz). We deserve a pat in the back or rather a slight tap will do because my arms are still beyond repair.

What is the best part, you asked? The best part is sweating like a pig in front of your trainer (who looks like Boom Boom Bautista)  asking for double jabs, jab straights and six combos of left hooks and straights. Also, stretching and getting a free massage.

The worst part is everything else after because you have to take a shower and go to work then deal with the repercussions the next day.

Day 3, I’ll punch your brains out. That is if I am not yet bedridden by Friday.

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In the succeeding post, expect that they will be shorter. Ugh.

Boxing: Day 1

Yowtch! Last night was our day 1 in training. Me, Ariane and Raph were excited! In fact, we were amped. We were beyond psyched to try our hot pink wraps and gloves. Today:  Every inch of me hurts like a bitch.  My arms feels like two huge jelly rolls. I have a new found respect for the sport and for Manny Pacquiao! Even typing hurts. I fail to elaborate at the moment. Sorry.

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Also, my trainer looks like Boom Boom Bautista. Eh, sinong hindi maiinspire nyan,aber???

Can someone spare me 2 Alaxan FRs plz. Thankyouverymuch!

bed, books, and boxing

Huwaw. Lots have happened in the past few weeks. First off, I got myself a new bed. It’s not actually a bed..just a new matress. It looks like an egg tray BTW. HAHAHA. It’s suppose to be good for the back. So I went home and told my Dad that these backaches would not go away…. even if I pop 2 or 3 pills of pain reliever. So he got me a new one. hehe. So now, I’m trying this out. It might lessen the bad mornings or rather evenings that I often wake up to.  So goodbye brokeback bed!

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I LOVE BOOKS. Lately, I’ve been trading books with an officemate.  So far I already read two. I plan to read more and more. Hopefully, 2  every month. I don’t want to get drowned by work. It’s gonna be busy this first two quarters. It’s becoming more demanding. Quite frankly it’s hard trying to keep up. So I plan to destress through books and from time to time passing by Book Sale  and getting 6 magazines for 400 bucks. 

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No, I don’t plan on following the footsteps of Hilary Swank’s character in Million Dollar Baby. It’s part of the master plan. 90 days to Wellness, man. For 3 grueling months, I’d try to commit myself into something like this. Low sodium diet - nothing but geriatric food. Ugh. Training - Every Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays. So basically, it’s no fun. Now if only my will power does not give up on me.  I CAN DO THIS! I MUST DO THIS!