Got my hands on Chillout Ibiza. Am into chillout tunes. Story goes like this. We had access to a London radio station (Capital FM) but like a couple years back the subscription was cancelled by plenty of reasons that I never really gave a damn about. They played chillout tunes every morning and it caught me. Since then I've been hunting the tunes down and 'meditating' to them while doin my stuff.
I just find tranquility in the songs. Being an audiophile, I tend to place genres into my mood slots. Chillouts seem to be able to fit into most of them with ease. A lil review on Chillout Ibiza. The songs are not as natural as I would've expected them to be. Unlike the Buddha Bars or Asian ones, this one's a lil 'Ibizaetic' and has electronic synth in it. Still, it ain't so bad and I'd give it a 4 out of 5 under my own genre of "Electronic Chillout".
Anyway, to the story of my life. Life has been great so far. Been pulling through with many things to keep my mind occupied and been thinking so much lately. The myriad of thoughts is taking its toll and training seems to be the only way to keep them off my mind. Questions that need answers and answers that need questions. It all may seem stupid but my life's been a tangled mess no one would believe in either. Ever had that crazy thought that we might be alone in the world? And death. No one would be there to watch over our backs and if we die, it'd just be a big giant fullstop. The promise of heaven and hell is just there to give us a hopeful and happy death when we're alive. The hope that there's something in store for you when you shut down eternally. The thought of meeting god in all his greatness when we have played our parts on earth. I personally think that god is an image created in the likeness of man. To quote Karl Marx "religion is the opiate for the masses". ("Religion is the sigh of the oppressed creature, the heart of a heartless world, and the soul of soulless conditionst. It is the opium of the people".) My beliefs clash with that of the social norm. I see religion as a public expression of morally correct ethics. Praying is a schedule that need not be followed and when you need that extra boost of hope from the chaotic pulldowns, you turn to the hopeless act of praying.
Looking forward to the things in life can be depressing. I've been there many times. Yet I never stopped looking forward. Maybe I love the pain and depression that comes when the hope collapses. Maybe that's what churns my life. The life built upon the foundation of broken dreams and depression. Being emotionless has it tolls. You keep everything to yourself and never let anyone break that trance-like depression state you're in. Breaking it would mean breaking you. How ironic can it be? It's like a freak tumor. To stay alive, I gotta hold on to that tumor and to remove it would mean the death of me but keeping it would bring the same consequence.
I've told people around me that I plan to live life from day to day without worries. Honestly, that's a big lump of bullshit. Would you ever drive on a road to nowhere without anticipating what the end of the road has in store for you? No matter where it ends, you'd still have to worry about fuel and condition of the car. You are the car. Your fuel is your hope. Going nowhere drains your hope. With all hope drained, you'll be broken.
I love movies. They show you the great things in life that don't happen very often. Especially the part where the dying hero telling his loved one that he loves her right before he breathes his last. Sure. All this motivates us to have a loved one. But letting them know that they are loved is the other problem. Walk out the front door and get hit by a truck to a near death point with every bone in your body broken. With no one around you but the fugly truck driver, be my guest and tell him to "tell Laura I love her". The point is that life ain't a fuckin fairytale. The things that flash before our eyes before we reach the giant full stop ain't the things we've done in our lives but the things we didn't do in our lives. What we could've done...
While my whole post might seem to revolve around death, I never planned to talk about it. It was more about the regrets in life. If one ever regrets making a decision in their life, it's never too late to take it back...
* taken from MH March edition but modified to fit local products.
Ingredients:
1 bottle Skippy Chunky Peanut Butter (500g)
2 scoops ON 100% Whey Protein
2 tbsp whole flaxseed
2 ripened bananas (thin sliced)
Mix them all up in a bowl and make sure they're evenly spreaded in the mixture. Using a teaspoon, roll them into equal size balls. Place them on a flat pan and freeze them for 4-6 hours before putting them into a container. Keep it frozen. Quick grab high protein snacks. This recipe can make up to 60 peanut butter balls. Delish!
Nutritional info (per ball): 55 calories, 2.5g protein, 4.6g fat.
Babulang festival is celebrated by the Bisaya community every year. Harvest festival to be exact. So what happens at this fest? Buffalo race, food, gatherings, more food, traditional carvings, and more food. What happened in this recent one is quite vague as I wasn't present. My parents just happened to keep the pictures in the camera and I accidentally came across them. Compilation of family oriented pictures aint what I'd call description of the ambience but I managed to pick some out for the Vox album.
Just got myself a gym set and plans to train have been kickstarted in a very positive way. I dont need much and I am an iron faithful. All I needed was a simple bench and a couple of irons and I am happy. So many can be achieved going back to basics instead of getting the big bulky machines. Those things limit the range of movement and iron can easily substitute the need for the cabled machines. However, there are some capabilities to what irons can achieve compared to cabled machines especially in training the deltoids, pectorals and the smaller muscle groups. Practicing what I know for my upcoming project. Training has been intense and taxing on the body.
I love it.
What's a saying or phrase that's never made sense to you?
Confucius says:
"A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step..."
WTF??? It makes so much sense that its stupid to even be made a saying... Just cos some old hermit with a long beard living in a deserted place on top of a mountain says so...
A big DOH to that~!
Joe says:
"A journel of a thousand miles begins by tying the goddamn shoelace..."
Video: Show us your favorite TV or movie villain.
Submitted by Felipe Anuel.
Just got myself Hannibal Rising. Hope its good!