Gym thrice

Had a plan of going thrice gym sessions today, but dad told me in the morning he needed the car. He offered for me to pick it up in the afternoon, but I thought "stuff it, I'll bus it like the good old days" and bought a weekly ticket to do my journeying.

Had a couple of pieces of toast (grape bread...yum) and then went to the gym at the Bra. Half expected to see her there but didn't. It was that skinny guy with the Asian girlfriend. I swear, sometimes after a set of pressing my elevated knee down, it hurts sooooo much to bend it again. It feels like unlocking a rusted lock.

Onto the bike, I used my headphones to watch a game of NRL. It was pretty exciting, cause I got to see a few tries scored, even though it looked like it was going to be a blow out.

I caught the bus back home and finished watching Hot Tub Time Machine. It was actually pretty good, somewhat had a moral to the story, and it had a happy ending. I liked it, and I think Shuing would like it too, since he likes reminiscing about the past so much. It was a bloody hilarious movie, I needed a movie like that for a good laugh.

After that, I caught buses to Bondy, where I went to the gym first and did my stuff, and then checked out Harvey Norman to see how much it was for a device to record digital tv. They had one going for $200, and I reckon I could've been persuaded into one if someone had served me, but no one had so I left. I went to Myer to get my dad a father's day present. I had in mind a red polo shirt, but my mom said to get him a white business shirt because he needed one.

I thought I'd get one both. The business shirts were on sale, so I got that for about $22, but the polo shirts were like fucking $119!!! I'm sure dad wouldn't approve if I spent so much on such a simple shirt, so I didn't. I continued looking through the shopping centre, and sure, I could've gotten one from the cheapo store for $20, but then that was kinda disrespectful. It seemed like these things were either too cheap or too expensive.

I thought about going home and then going to the gym, but then thought maybe that took too much time, and I had to stop off at the Wick anyway to change buses, so I thought I'd do it all in one. I went to the Wick's shopping centre and had a fruit salad before going up to the gym. I half expected her again and was disappointed when I spotted two guys from afar. So in a day, I had pretty much ensured that she wasn't working at any of the venues.

Sometimes when I lie down and stick both legs up into the air, it actually looks like my right one is flatter and straighter than my left. Could it be possible that I've pressed down on it so much that it's passed it's natural stance?

I was really exhausted by the time I was doing the exercises against the wall. Exhausted not so much that my legs were tired, but just mentally, doing this three times a day, counting one to ten, one to twenty. It was when I was sitting at home earlier that I thought maybe this was why some players don't come back after surgery as the player they used to be - because they cbf doing rehab. Think about it, when I was sitting at home on the computer, the thought of skipping a session was really tempting. Now let's say I had a few million dollars, friends and women hanging around - why the hell would I go do physio???

The only type of person who could pull it off would have to have the Kobe mentality - even though he's "made it", he keeps working to better himself, and you gotta give him props for that. Pretty much since the day he came into the NBA, he had millions of chances to tank it (see: Kwame) but he didn't. Props.

After gym, I went to the video store to see if they had the movie Creation, because it seemed interesting, but they didn't. I noticed one of the girls working there had their big doofus Tongan boyfriend hanging around, and wondered what on earth he had that they found attractive. They must be really, really young.

I then went to KFC for a snack box, and as I was eating, some guy made a comment about going to the gym and then KFC, and sat down next to me eating. I politely responded, and then there was a bit of silence. He started talking again when a girl rode past in her bike, and I started talking, but kept my mind on finishing my food and leaving.

I'm sure he was probably just bored, but I wasn't exactly sure of his intentions. As I waited at the bus stop, experiencing that made me feel a bit more confident in approaching a random girl on the street. But I'm sure that mood will wear off soon enough.

So my mom's not home because she's out gambling, and she was supposed to cook dinner tonight. Now my sister and I both have nothing to eat. The sad thing is, I know what she's going through. I'm sure she's there at the club, thinking "another five minutes, after this round" and then when it becomes totally unreasonable to use that excuse because too much time has passed, she'll think "screw it, they can make something themselves" and keep gambling.

Don't know why, but tonight I've been thinking about Naby. I checked the forums to see if anyone has seen her, and there's no mention of her. No surprise really, even when she was here there wasn't any mention of her. Some other girls (one which I think is the friend she pointed out to me) seem to be the more popular ones.

It made me think of Toni Braxton's Unbreak My Heart, so I listened to it, and it made me so sad. If I could turn back time, I would've seen her on the very last day like she asked me to. Maybe she genuinely wanted to see me?

I feel like going to bed and crying. I'm not even hungry because I'm sad. I picture myself seeing her again and hugging her and crying...