Cloudy day, I arrived at the confides of my mattress.. muscles aching, too much weights for the day. Was able to run for 300kcals, not a bad sight for 30 mins, targeted my pectoral area and triceps.. I don’t lift heavy stuff now. It still feels like every tissue is screaming in pain. Trying to slim down and take the fat off.. Well here I am writing this shit on a piece of paper that was a waste from the office printer, a total scratch.. Ouch my chest hurts! It feels like pieces of papers tearing the muscles every single movement.. I’m holding the damn V5 pen..
I guess i have this birthday jitters to begin with.. its feels bad because of Tita Cory’s funeral all over the news just before my . So quiet, i can just hear my fan spinning. In some sort of disruption with my body beat up, i tried to lay down, close my eyes and attempt to sleep. my mind is awake with my eyes closed. Im feeding information on what and how am i supposed to be excited on the eve of my birthday.. Pull myself up after nauseating for a good hour and still unable to sleep.. Its almost 16:00, damn please let me sleep, I’m excited but i need to rest for a couple of hours.
Still can sleep.. FUCK!! ok i went down, browse a couple of facebook, meebo and check gmail. One more stick after and im done.. On my ass back up, stairs, door and off to bed.. now i crave for a couple of maki rolls. Nope but my L- Carnitine bottle serves the purpose.
Come to think of it, my team wears black every Wednesday, heck i don’t give a fuck.. I’m wearing yellow tonight to pay my respect to the late President and expect mayhem once the clock hits 12 midnight.. ahhh
I greet myself a very Happy Birthday! =)