Jab, hook, straight

Yes, folks (all 7 of you, yes, nadagdagan na ang readers), I have another addiction – boxing. I never thought that I have this tendency to be addicted, but I knew even before that I have this tendency to become fixated and obsessed.

Just a few months ago, I became addicted to photography (read my previous blog entries). And now, I am addicted to boxing. I’ve been into different health regimen and programs before – gym, walking, belly dancing, jazz dancing. But I think boxing is the most interesting. It gives me that sense of empowerment that I can actually punch the punching bag (and the trainer if he becomes really strict hehehe). It is a great cardio and endurance workout. I feel that I’m sweating my fats off (maybe I am, look at Juday now!).

I’ve bought myself hand wraps and boxing gloves. I’ve also paid my membership to Elorde Boxing Gym in Katipunan Extension. I like Elorde since it is a no-nonsense gym, not like the usual yuppie gym where a lot of goers are just there to hook up with someone. At Elorde, you get a personal trainer every time you train. The people (mostly women) are all hell-bent on losing weight or learning the sport, so it feels like a real boxing gym.

I have a really good feeling about boxing. Who knows, after a few months, I could also be a model for Fitrum (hahaha, wish ko lang).



23 June 2007
Saturday
05:57 pm
Fairview, QC

Blogging

I started writing for my blogsite as an exercise in free-writing. I’ve been writing technical stuff for 10 years now, and I got worried that I might not be able to write human interest articles again. That is why I started to write about emotions, observations and everyday experiences.

However, after stumbling upon a blogsite, I felt very juvenile and irrelevant. This guy (itago natin sya sa pangalang ‘Guy’) really writes well, and I mean really well. Sometimes, I don’t completely understand his writings, but it sounds so melodious that I cannot help but to read it again and again.

After I read several of his entries, I re-read my blog entries. And I wanted to delete my whole blogsite! Why couldn’t I write pieces like such? My entries seemed so shallow and trivial.

I am not pretending to be a literary person (on the contrary, I am very much into pop culture), but I do wish that I can write even just a single piece with so much poetry. And I’ve been trying, without much luck. I guess I still am waiting for that elusive muse. Or maybe, I just really can’t.


17 June 2007
Sunday
11:36 pm
Fairview, Quezon City

Mama, para po…

Yesterday, after more than a year, I rode a jeepney again. Not that I belong to the sosyal crowd, believe me, I’m as jologs as jologs can be. I’ve been away for a while and there are no jeepneys in that island.

From Fairview, I took the jeepney going to Cubao via Kalayaan Avenue. I only paid P16 for the entire trip. That means I saved around P140! I usually pay P160 from City Hall to Fairview. If I take jeepney instead of a cab, I would be saving around P6,000 per month! That means after 5 months, I can buy my precious DSLR!

But do I really want to take the jeepney everyday?

Sorry for sounding snobbish, but I’ve had very bad experiences as a commuter. One time, a crazy woman decided to be super friendly with me, talking to me during the whole trip. She was talking in straight English. Based on her stories, I think she lost her son from a disease, and that no one helped her during this crisis. How sad! After a few minutes of talking to me, she decided that we were really close, and she offered me the piece of chicken leg bone (drumstick) perpetually stuck in her mouth. I wanted to jump off the window!

Another time, on my way home to Project 8, a drunk man boarded the jeepney, and unfortunately sat beside a police officer. Being dead drunk, the man was resting his head in the policeman. This irritated the trigger happy police officer. He took out his gun and started shouting at the drunk man. This caused panic among the passengers. The driver stopped the jeepney in the middle of Espana, in front of UST. The trigger happy police officer was only appeased when the drunk man went down the jeepney.

I’ve also been a victim of snatching – twice my necklace was snatched, and once my bracelet.

Flat tire, no gas, weak brakes – these were only a few of the “experiences” I had with jeepneys.

So for now, I think my car would be the best bet – no drunk men (except for friends after a night of partying) and no crazy women (except for the me).

For anecdotes about my car… that would be an entirely different story.



6:20pm
10 June 2007
Sunday
Santiago City, Isabela

liars go to hell

sabi mo...

yun pala hindi.

bato ka nang bato...

baka tamaan ako.