i geek out on wrestling for different reasons

half pinoy, 6'6", thicker than me, successful carreer man (hehe), and in his 30's. i think i am in love. you can have your Gael Garcia Bernal. i want dave batista.




Alfie says: dude
Alfie says: 6'6', 318 lbs
HatrackPimp: he's a hoss, big dave is.
Alfie says: WHAT FUCKING TRIBE IS BATISTA'S PILIPINO PARENT FROM?
Alfie says: fuck just fucking him, i think i found my breeding stock
HatrackPimp: the superpeople.
Alfie says: i want uber super human strength pilipino kids
Alfie says: that'd be rad
HatrackPimp: HA!
HatrackPimp: little batistas running around
Alfie says: hell yea!!!
Alfie says: shit, i got my own bodyguards running around..
HatrackPimp: right?
Alfie says: "who's that? oh that is isagani batista, my five year old son/henchman"
Alfie says: be still my beating heart
HatrackPimp: isagani batista...
Alfie says: ok fine.. alfred batista. i haven't thought of names for my future sons...
HatrackPimp: that's funny shit
Alfie says: i'd have to forgive him for the sun tat around that belly button.. that's lame
HatrackPimp: that's a sixpack stomach...i doubt you'd care TOO much.

silly willy

because of the gawdawful gas prices here in cali, i have my eyes set on this beauty.


meet suzy...



(( salivating)) man, that's fucking hot...


please buy art from me or hire me to do graphic design. you can save the enviroment by doing that. contribute to "alfie wants a bike" fund.

[music | Mystic-"neptune jewels" ]

i have realized that the most direct path to my heart is to find my scars and kiss them.

or thru my chest plate...


one for the poetic romantics and one for the morbid brutal realist.

saturday just up and went away

its 2:50am and its amazing how time just flies. i woke up saturyday afternoon feeling groggy. almost sick. i realized that i haven't slept much in a few days and i have let the stress get to me.

in my attempts to reclaiming myself (body, mind and spirit). i began to meditate and pray more. not that i haven't done it but i have not done it with a present mind. often times, i would meditate/pray and my mind drift.

but nowadays, i have been extra sensitive to my body. the slightest imbalance upsets it and i am left with battling ailments that i could have just possilbly prevented them in the first place.

today, my body said "bitch, don't you dare take me out again. don't you dare run me ragged. i am tired. i do EVERYTHING for you and you haven't done shit for me."

so, i listened.

and i watched movies. not like "fold laundry, clean checkbook, talk on the phone" type of watching but really laying in the couch and watched "the incredibles" and "missing."

and then i talked on the phone with my sister...and then with phloe. talking like "make your tummy hurt cuz we are laughing so much type of talking."

and then i walked six+ miles. "pumping arms, powerwalking" type of walk.

got home and then chilled with the housemates. i actually listened, "away from the computer, stopped working or doing anything else distracting" talking iwth the roommates. oddly, i haven't done that with all three of them. our lives have been very busy that we haven't had that bonding type moments.

and when they slept. i practice escrima for an hour.. and then did yoga..then abs.

now i am blogging


whoa..

and you know what? my body thanks me, because everying aligned for at least today.

lets see what happens tomorrow.. the next day.. this next week.