crack is whack

my right knee feels funny. too much leg work, i guess.


my gym is on a crackdown. locker crackdown, that is. see, i took a pretty good advantage of them lockers. they were quite lax with the whole thing but as the time went by, they are slowly getting into my nerves.


oh well. some good things never last.


goin' back to the knee, i think i've lost lotsa tendons there with all sorts of exercise i've thrown its way. good thing no mishap happened or i'd be on a wheelchair now. see, it feels like there's some lose screw on my right knee that at some point in time while walking on the treadmill or doin' squat, it seems ready to bend or detach itself. weird? you got that right!


another snag. yet another reason to back off from all that gymin'. it's better to drink, dine and be merry yeah?!? NOT!!!


at twenty one hundred and fourteen hours (09:41 pm) i'm ready to hit the sack. i am getting really old, huh? it used to be that i sleep like twelve midnight or in the wee hours of the morning like on a regular basis.


geez, between nine and ten in the evening, it's lights out baby!!! it's been the norm since, uhm... shiz, i can't even begin to remember!!!!

marry the night

we was gonna go party-party tonight but my pal had me waiting for hours, motha... no can't be. honestly, i look forward to weekends since i've started going out again a few months back. i'm kinda awed when i see them beautiful ladies ramping around waltzing on our way.. really, it's like all these flashy cars such as a lambo or a porsche or them h1's or that lincoln stretch, man, you only see them beauties at night!

i kinda feel young again and my heart beats as fast as 'em that furious flick...

but waiting isn't one of my best virtues. i just go impatient and bored... i think about my little baby and i feel really bad that i'm wasting away time being away from her sweet little smile (though i was watching that documentary Fat, Sick & Nearly Dead. an eye opener. you should watch it) whilst waiting for his shift to conclude... feels like a desperate girlfriend waiting for Romeo to finally arrive.

so yeah, i go "lets do this some other time, bud." besides, there's still work tomorrow and we'd usually finish our little adventure in the wee hours of the morning... usually hammered and all, as useless.

i can, though, trade all that fun with a simple cuddlin' with my little baby or spend it with my grown up kid, Neil messing with them bad guys playin' Call of Duty. we kinda compete who gets to win or has more kills... while i sip some GrandMa.. no, that grandma, ya creep, it's that brandy!

anyhow, when time and opportunity permits, i'd still go out and hang around... strut 'em biceps for all to see.. ha ha!!

speaking of biceps, i haven't done any direct bicep exercise for, like a month or two now. i've focus on getting my bench numbers up.. i gotta say, i've upped my stats on that lift and not only that, i've somehow perfected the proper form of doing it. i can honestly say that before this year ends, notwithstanding injuries or whatnot, i'm gonna hit 250 pounds... that's my modest forecast. and that 120 pounds of dumbbells sitting around there barely used, it'll be mine... i will own that darn weight.

so God help me.

now that i've mentioned God, though there were times i doubted Him, i gotta say that when i called His name for help (aren't we like that? calling God when we're stuck on a foxhole or in difficult times?), He almost always does.



thank you, thank you good Lord above.