Big Dawg

 Nothing much is on my mind, الحمدلله it's not one of those day where I feel like my fucking brain is on fire. I just feel like I need to go heavier with my liner and my fucking weight. Last time I hit a PR with a girl I met at the gym "'Esraa" a sweet soul who studies physical therapy "هستغلها وش". I hit around 70 of hip thrusts excluding the bar, I don't know how much it weighs. Another thing that I was extremely excited about was that little vein on my right bicep. Goddamn lawd have mercy I was feeling big af Lat pulling 30KGS. Still I can't do a fucking pull up "super sad". 

I've been thinking of learning some boxing, kick boxing or sth some Kung Fu ass shit. For the past couple of weeks I've been eating like a fucking DAWG I nearly reached 55KGs but I stopped eating 5 days ago. دور البرد اللي كان مستنيني. اه يا وجع القلب.

I still dream about that big ass closet that's waiting for me. And them Mexican boots. I'm not proud nor sad about where I am at in my life right now. Still craving more. I just feel lifeless. Like I'm not able to feel anything. "I feel empty" Dexter ahh type shit, nah fuck these series, I was about to commit a felony بس ربنا ستر.

And if I'm too choose to kill someone it will probably be Samer Sobhy, I can't help but laugh cause I can hear my strawberry muffins screaming. LAWD. 

In my Christmas pants, black t shirts. I want to hit legs as soon as possible, It's a need. I have nothing to talk about clearly but one thing that I want to mention is that I started reading اذكار الصباح و المساء و بقالي بتاع 8 ايام بصلي قيام الليل. و حقيقي راحة بال مش طبيعية. الحمدلله.

وَظَنُّوا أَنْ لَا مَلْجَأَ مِنَ اللَّهِ إِلَّا إِلَيْهِ :

I just feel like the gym, uni and work are the only things that are truly worth my attention and time, and tbh that's just a form of self respect. I can't afford any distractions or limitations. Day number six of writing this blog, See you tmrw.