/img src="http://dl5.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1824/1824585m5vy6k3xmf.gif" width=12 height=12 border=0>Wednesday, May 6, 2009

People ask why nowadays I make myself pack with stuffs till there's no day I can relax. Well, the answer is simple. I want my mind on something be it where I am. I don't want to have time to think about things that may not even happen. Like one sided "blank". I just I only start doing something to "blank" when I can hear a clap. ( It take two hands to clap. Not one.) It's disatrous to "blank" someone when someone don't feel anything. It's tormenting to me and in the end I suffered sliently and no one to blame for. So.....
In the meantime, I work myself to death, or either I exercise till I feel extreme fatigue.
Happy news. I'm dying soon. But, from 89 to 88 and to 87. Elated I am.