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shot. that's right, my shoulders are shot!

it's pretty sore actually. i did one too many shoulder presses earlier. what can i say, when it comes to workin' out, i love hittin' the shoulders hard with everything i've got.

a few days ago i had little mishap. whilst doing rack pull of roughly five hundred pounds of weight, my lifting relic of a wrist straps snapped on me! well, only one gave in but it made a huge thud of a sound in the gym that everyone got the shock of their lives... good thing the olympic (oly) bar didn't break or bend or i'd be the object of hatred in the gym. why? cos there's only one oly bar and it is the most useful bar you can find in the gym. not many gym around here have that kinda bar, sadly.

i guess it's time to buy a new heavy duty variant. the one where you're shoulders would pull-apart or your spine break loose but never them straps. isn't that nice? hah!

anyway, the work had been tremendous you wouldn't wanna go there. backlogs had piled-up but it ain't my fault. it's the other end that needs to deliver as i have done mine. unfortunately, there's just so much you can do or control, beyond that you can only hope that somehow things get done. i wouldn't wanna worry too much about it though, cos man, it's not gonna make things better. good thing i'm into weights, otherwise i would've been drinking my worries away.

meanwhile, wifey saw this fella of mine drinking with a friend while we were out in the mall. i guess i must have hurt this fella's feeling cos he hasn't bug me since that fateful night... fateful cos we smoked some serious dough carousing with you-know-who, of which i seriously felt would have been better spent on something more "productive."

we went there to drink but things got out of hand, we deviated. we ended up spending more than we planned... in short, we were a few grand poorer after all the bills were paid.

i guess he felt bad that we had to split every penny. it was a rough time for him, i understand. he had some work related issues. and for me as well as i just had an "instant" baby. we ended up spending more than we probably could earn in a week... he must have thought i'm loaded and it should be my treat.. which is really, i wouldn't mind at all spending on food and booze for our little rendezvous. that side trip however was too costly and to be perfectly honest, i would very much rather spend it on milk, diaper, etc. for my little baby.

so yeah, i get it. i don't feel bad at all.  if anything i'm happy he's moved on with his new or old friends and still pull that kinda shit. i mean me, i've gotten older. i'd love to drink once in a while or go on a gimmick trip but i can't go back to those days wherein we end up going home in the wee hours of the morning.. like almost on a daily basis.

these days, i don't need to be "IN". i don't need to belong. in fact, as i've said here many times, i can easily blend in if i wanted to. in the office alone, i can easily join anybody's circle. more so, in the gym. there's not many strong mofo's out there like me. just a handful.

BUT...

i am soooooo waaaayyyy pass that. i kinda miss those "glory" days but i don't wanna go back there. at least not that frequent.

if you've been following me you know i've turn my life around, thanks to the good Lord above.

memories are good.. the past is a good place to visit once in a while but life goes on... i moved on. it's nice to have friends and buddies to cheer on and to toast to, but today more than anything else, i have to get my priorities first.

make a wild guess what they are....