Saturday, August 27, 2011

The Mask

I am in the bus going home from work as of this writing. I started wearing medical masks of the ordinary kind the very first day I started working again, which was 2 weeks ago. I am now in the day shift which makes me take the train less, so I take the bus more often than ever before to and from work. Regarding the mask, today, and I mean just earlier, when the bus was so full; I noticed that no one wants to sit beside me. I am currently sitting in the 3 seater seat near the very back of the bus and an old guy in his early 40s (I think) is sitting beside the window on the same seat where I am at. I caught him staring at me like I'm some sick guy. Earlier, the bus was so full, there were a lot of people standing, and almost nobody dared to sit beside me even if I was already moving towards the window. I think there were only two people who sit beside me and both transferred seats when they had the opportunity, even if the seat was only in front of where they were and it was just as full.

So this mask makes me look like some sick guy? It does bother me in a way, it did actually, but why would I be bothered about what other people think about me, when it is my own health that I am protecting. They are just effing scared, I can't blame them; so am I, I don't want to catch any opportunistic infections along the way while I'm commuting.

In all fairness, I was hurt.

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Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Xperiencing Sony Ericsson's Xperia X10 Mini Pro (a review)

I wanted a new phone. I want a phone that I can carry around anywhere conveniently and has all the things I need and want. Basically, all I wanted was a phone that can connect to any wi-fi connection and can store and play a huge amount of MP3s as well as having an onboard radio. I wanted a Sony Ericsson phone, this will be my nth time to have one. All of my exixsting phones were all provided free by the carriers that I subscribed to. So this one is the very first purchase of mine, yes, the very first time I purchased a phone for myself.

I made a brief research of locally available phones from Sony Ericsson, this one in particular caught all my attention. The Xperia X10 Mini Pro. There are two X10s, both are almost identical, the only difference is that the Pro has a keyboard that the user can easily slide out at will; this feature is a big convenience and a big buying factor for me. The phone is almost as small as a credit card, actually, a bit smaller, so the screen is small too. It's thick enough to be held comfortably either singlehandedly or with both hands when using the qwerty keyboard. The screen is big enough for me, around more than 2 inches diagonally and is so clear, clear enough to watch high definition videos in youtube with great awesomeness. The phone came with a 2 GB SD Card, but my friend Jay gave me an 8 GB card, hurray for me! The phone can accomodate up to 16 GB up storage on an SD Card. It is quite fast too and it has an automatic orientation detector so it changes the orientation of the screen depending on how you hold the phone. It also has an ambient light sensor so it automatically adjusts the screen's brightness as well as the keyboard's backlight depending on the available light, it's a nifty feature to save precious battery life. It also has a GPS antenna, so all GPS capable apps like Google's Latitude and Maps do work well in this phone. What I like most about this phone is the size and form. It is small enough to fit comfortable in any pocket, it's quite light too, yet it is packed with wonderful features as well as typing and connectivity convenience. I love the keyboard, I do think that it is a very important part of an anatomy of a phone of this size. I tried composing text messages using the on-screen keyboard and it was not a good experience at all. The screen being very sensitive made me type all the wrong letters and punctuation marks, plus typing on-screen is an extra effort to do, tedious, because I have to toggle between capitalization of lettters, to small letters, numbers, etc. The keyboard made typing such a bliss! Each key on the keyboard is separated by a tiny space, which makes even the biggest fingers press the correct keys, plus, there is a one touch key to numbers, capitalizations and special characters. The keyboard also has a left and right arrows for correction. If the user noticed a correction somewhere above a few lines of whatever he is composing, just tap the screen on where the correction is to be made, that's it. If you missed, just press either the left or right arrows. The keyboard can be slid out horizontally, so it is perfect for typing long entries such as this blog post of mine. Also, the screen changes orientation right away once the keyboard is slid out. The screen is so clear that even right now, as of this typing, I can see the letters clearly and in clean lines, no fussy and fuzzy pixelated parts anywhere. The phone has a couple of nice built in apps like some of Google's own, like Gmail, Latitude, Youtube, and Maps. It also has a native audio player which is very battery draining, I am using Winamp right now while listening to Usher and composing this blog entry. The Facebook app is already installed, which I never tried because I don't have a Facebook account. Other native apps include an app to Sony Ericsson's own app market as well as Android's app Market. The OS version in this phone is Android 2.1, which I am not sure if it will be upgradable to a higher OS version in the future. Being an Android phone virgin, I was lost and was awestruck with what this type of phone can do. I was amazed on how many apps are out there and what they can do. This is the time that I am trully amazed by our present mobile technology.

Xperia X10 Mini Pro is relatively fast. The screen is very crystal clear and very accurately responsive. I must say that this is no ordinary cheapo Android phone. The feel is very solid despite of its moving parts, the slide-out keyboard. I have the black one, which has a matte finished back and a very glossy front. The slide-out keyboard is in silver and the face only has three buttons, there is a separate single button to turhn it off or to change modes. This phone has an earphone jack that can accept all types of earphones or headphones, I guess we call this the 3.5 jack. The camera has 5 MP of resolution size, but it does not have any manual modes, it is fully automatic. It does shoot good photos so far, although I am yet to test more of it using the Adobe Photoshop app. The phone cam be a bit laggy at times, specially when you used a lot of apps for sometime, so I downloaded a task manager for this phone, with just a tap or two, the phone becomes ultra fast and the battery lasts longer. The ultra usefull apps will be blogged in a separate entry.

Overall, I have no regrets in buying this gadget. I am loving this phone so much! It is a cute, small phone, yet packed with features and giant functionalities.

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Monday, August 22, 2011

My new pill: Efavirenz

So it has been five days since I started drinking my new medicine, Efavirenz. Which side effects include insomnia, sleep deprivation, depression, vivid dreams, paranoia, mania and suicidal thoughts, dizziness, impaired concentration, confusion and anxiety... All of which I've already been through in the past, so I guess this will be just a breeze to me. Although on my first day, I really felt the dizziness effect, I was so dizzy that I couldn't even stand, that was within the first few hours of drinking my first pill. Then the next day, when I was about to go to work, I can still feel the side-effect of the drug, which was dizziness, it went on until I arrived at work and while I was working. As the days go by, the dizziness effect started to be tolerable, or because I have been expecting it to happen so I am already mentally prepared for it. However, the other day, I was on my way home and I was caught outside within the time I need to take Efavirenz, so I did. I felt so dizzy that while I was walking up the stairs of my building, I almost fell and it took me almost 10 minutes to arrive at my unit. That's why I need to be home before the time I take that pill. So far, no vivid dreams, but I am anticipating it. That's why I watch a lot of anime before I go to sleep.

Do you remember or know the feeling of getting so drunk that you cannot almost text right and your speech is slurred? You're so drunk that your motor skills get affected so much you cannot walk right? That is how Efavirenz affects me. Well, it gets better everyday, tolerable.

I take Efavirenz once a day together with Lamivudine/Zidovudine which is taken twice a day. I still feel weak these days, or it is because of me being overweight. During my stay in the H4 Ward during my confinement, my lungs were discovered to be already inflamed due to smoking and being already too sensitive to irritants, well I haven't been smoking since I took my first ARV pill which was more than a month ago. Also, my heart is already weak, so I have to minimize my bad fat intake and start doing mild cardio workouts. People living with HIV must take care on working out not to stress themselves too much and the workouts must be on a progressive process so that the body won't be surprised with the sudden activity. Last time I tried doing cardio during my ARV trial, I got sick. I can feel my body weaken, perhaps because of all the toxicity of the pills I have been taking. Well, I just have to live with it.

Saturday, August 13, 2011

Confined in San Lazaro Hospital H4 Ward (part 2)

Part 1 here 

DAY 3 - Sunday, my 3rd night in the hospital, was very emotional for me. Dad's wife showed concern by coming to the hospital to see me, which she rarely does, well, she rarely see me anyway; this time she did. Anne's entire family came to the hospital to visit me, all of them cooked something for me. Angel, went to visit me with a bag full of cheesecakes and beef tenderloin in mushroom sauce. Anne's ex-boyfriend's family and friends came to see me too; which was very unexpected and we were all wondering how did they find out. We had a little feast on my bed that day, it went on until early evening. Every caught up with one another and Angel met Anne's family for the first time. It was a wonderful night indeed. I was very full, and sleepy after all that eating. Angel stayed after everyone went home. He stayed and we talked for a while, all the while he held my hand and showed me how much he cared and how he dearly misses me. I missed him too.

DAY 4 - Monday, early morning, Fred (one of my exes), came by to see me before he gets his blood extracted for his 3rd CD4 count. He bought someone along with him, a friend of his whom I met in one of his birthday parties in the past, he is also a PLHIV now. After Fred went to the SACCL clinic for his blood extraction, doctors came to do their rounds. One of the more tenured doctor ordered Wiggly#1 and #2 to be transferred to the male ward because they have fever, while Rico, and Marsha to be transferred to the female ward. The goals is to have all patients with fever in one room and those without to another. Good thing I didn't have any fever on that day anymore. So there we were; me, Rico, Marsha, bikiniboy and the female OFW all in one room. Rico and bikiniboy were already close, so as Rico and Marsha. I asked dad to bring my Monopoly board game so I can play with my roommates to get rid of boredom. So we did play monopoly; Rico, Marsha, bikiniboy, and Rico's older brother. We started late afternoon and until the early evening, we played on bikiniboy's bed while we drag our IV stands along. Everyone was so excited and noisy that some of the nurses had to come by to our room to hush us down. My dad had to interrupt us several times because we weren't eating at all; we were so all into the game. So we had our dinner (food ration) together using bikiniboy's table and everyone sat and ate together. After eating, it was already 8 PM, just in time for everyone's medicines. My dad went home, and after a while the nurse came by to inject diphenhydramine on my IV tube. At first, as the drug goes into my veins and I felt a jolt of pain in my arms, but I felt all light and funny after a short while, and I dozed off.


Rico - an OFW, he said he thinks he got the virus while he was in the middle east and doing sidelines as boy-for-pay because he needed the extra money. He entered some bikini open contests locally, that's where he met bikiniboy. The two had a thing in the past. He also told me that he is seeing someone lately and that guy doesn't know he is a carrier. I told him to better tell the guy as soon as he can before things get too deep. I told him that if the guy accepts as what he is right now, that he must be truly sincere in his intentions. So Rico did tell the guy the same day I told him so. The guy he is seeing went to visit him in the hospital and they talked. So after a while, Rico introduced the guy to us as his boyfriend, the two were all flirting inside our room. Rico then asked his new boyfriend what if he gets infected because the condom broke? His boyfriend told him it is okay to be infected by him because he loves him so much. Okay wait..! I thought I did not hear that statement correctly! Yes I did, that is just fuckin' stupid! Why would anyone be so foolish to have a mindset like that? It is okay to be infected by the one you love? Don't you love your own life? Fine, it may be selfless, but didn't he already see what are we going through? That same mindset, I think, is one very careless way to be infected and die! 

Bikiniboy - Is from the province. we call him "contesera" because he joins one bikini contest after another, and that is all he does. His mom sells food in construction sites and on the streets and they have a little sari-sari store. He has several siblings and his ex-boyfriend who is also a PLHIV lives with them; who watches over the store and his siblings. He has pretty eyes, and that's it. You don't want to hear him talk because of his provincial accent and annoying high pitched voice, but he's nice.

Wiggly#1 - A young lad from the province, he's around 21 or 22, I think, I can vaguely remember his age. He was fragile looking because he was so thin and his skin became dark because of the ARVs. He has a sharp nose and deep set eyes, he has the facial features that would have that piercing look. He's almost as tall as me. His parents never knew he has HIV until the day he got sick. So sick he almost couldn't walk anymore and has several infections including UTI. Wiggly#1 often gets fever attacks during the early evening and at dawn. He chills so much it scares the hell out of out me. They even need a lamp to warm him up and wrap up in plastic bags to make him sweat then wrap him in several layers of blankets. As the days go by I notice his eyes turn yellow, and the nurses told them that an option to be transfered to the ICU was open for wiggly#1, I saw tears of devastation came out from his mom's eyes.

Wiggly#2 - 20 years old, a very bright boy. All he does when he was not having fever attacks was to read books, not novels, but science books. I have the impression that this boy is a geek. I got to talk to his mom one day and she said his son finished college ahead of his peers, he was a scholar from highschool through college and was a teacher by profession. He was one of the youngest teachers to ever taught in the school (name not to be mentioned anymore). He had to quit teaching when he got sick, he was planning to be a professor one day, because all he wanted was to teach; his mother told me. The mother only knew of his condition when he got so sick, but wiggly#2 already knew he has HIV way back, he just kept it all by himself and he never asked for treatment, until it got worse.

Wiggly#3 - 25 years old, from the outsourcing industry who quit his job because he cannot work anymore, he's just too sick. His mother only knew of his condition when he got hospitalized. Wiggly#3 never knew he has HIV until he was confined to a hospital near their place and the doctors don't know what to do anymore, so they asked him if he wants to have an HIV test, because the medicines weren't working at all. He tested positive, he was then asked to transfer to San Lazaro Hospital. There, they found out he only has a CD4 count of 10. He's the middle child amongst 7 siblings, his mom is the one with him in the hospital. He has pneumonia, his fever almost never goes away, and he is already becoming all skin and bones.

The female OFW - She's pregnant with a baby she never wanted. She was working in Malaysia when she was raped. It was how she got the virus and got pregnant. All the while, her relatives thought she was still in Malaysia, working. She's in hiding right now, because she can't face her family in her present condition. Her husband is taking care of her as she recovers.

Alexis - Was already in the H4 ward for two years. He was already skin and bones when I saw him, and he looked so fragile that a mere touch might seem to break him apart. He always sleep on his side facing the wall. He always wears a sando and pair of boxers. They say that he was confined for 9 months the first time, it was then he knew he has HIV, he began to lose his sight until he got completely blind, one complication of HIV. He is back in the hospital because he was bleeding through his stool. his mom and nephew diligently watches over him. I saw Alexis' face for the first time while I was talking to his mom. He almost just a skull, he obviously has nice facial features in spite of all the wasting that occurred. He has a dominant jaw line and high cheekbones with a very sharp bridged nose. I wanted to look at his eyes, but I was too scared to do so.

Marsha - I got his attention when I played Donna Cruz's hit "Kapag Tumibok Ang Puso". He just stood up and went dancing to the exact dance steps of that song! I was laughing my ass off while watching him, he was so full of energy! After he danced, he grabbed a broom and started cleaning the whole room. He was still in the male ward when I first met him. He is just so full of life, he's so funny that he makes everyone burst out laughing. He is the only one who can make wiggly#3 laugh so hard he almost fell out of his bed laughing. He has the typical "pa-girl" type attitude and lines that makes everyone around him light-up and laugh. He is no longer a cross dresser anymore 'though. He has a sister who is a tomboy, so the two of them literally switched genders. He is also strong, in every sense of the word. With his IV still attached to his wrist, he cleans the room, cleans the rest room, if there's no water in the restroom, he gets water from outside all by himself. He was even able to fix the female ward's ceiling with a hammer. When he transferred from the male ward to the female ward where I was at, he even carried the wall fan from his old bed to his new bed, and he installed it all by himself. Marsha, was already there for two months because of a fungi in his brain. He had a Lumbar Tab procedure done to get spinal fluids to be cultured and find out if the medicines were able to eliminate the fungi. The lumbar tap procedure was done in the ward and everybody watched, including me of course. It was scary, the doctor drilled a hole to his spine! and we all saw how the clear spinal fluid was dripping into a small glass bottle. After the procedure, Marsha was told not to move and eat for 8 hours. We were all worried. After several hours, Marsha was very quiet, we were worried, until... He talked in a husky voice and requested for Donna Cruz's Kapag Tumibok Ang Puso to be played, so I did. While I was playing the requested song in full volume through my phone, he was dancing along to the song while he was lying in bed and with his eyes closed! We all smiled and said "he's okay and back to normal". After a while he yelled for the nurse and said "Pabilisin niyo ang oras! nagugutom na ako!" We all laughed and said, welcome back Marsha, you are indeed fine and well. The said procedure is so dangerous that he is the only living survivor of it, it was already his second lumbar tab procedure. The others who underwent such a procedure weren't able to survive, after it; they just stopped taking, responding, functioning, and they eventually die.


The male ward where the wiggly boys are, is what I call the fever ward; because everyone in there have severe fever. During late nights, that room seemed to be a greenhouse with yellow lights focused on giant cocoons of wiggling worms. All of them are shivering in their beds at the same time they seem to have a choreographed dance number. They seem to do a wiggle dance every night, they all looked like giant worms wrapped in cocoons 'though. They may look funny, but they are dangerously ill.

The picture below was taken by me after bikiniboy cleaned our restroom, because before, we have to cross to the other room just to use the restroom. Bikiniboy then decided to just open up the locked restroom in our room (the female ward) that says "Out of order" and check out why it is out of order. I had a Lysol cleaner with me and Rico asked his older brother to buy muriatic acid. Bikiniboy spent more than an hour cleaning the restroom, and he found out that the only thing wrong there was the faucet. So we asked for the plumber to come over and fix it, he was able to, but the water just wouldn't flow as fast as in the other restrooms. We just have to live with it. We have the cleanest restroom in the whole H4 ward 'though. So because we have the cleanest restroom in the whole ward, Marsha did not want just anyone to use it. So he posted a sign as you see in the picture below. SP_A0097
I had a great time in the hospital. The female OFW, Rico, Bikiniboy, and Marsha and me... We all ate together, laugh together, play cards together, share our stories with each other. I've met a lot of interesting characters, and seen different faces of HIV that I only see in photographs. I saw different Opportunistic Infections, specially the scary ones. I met the nicest nurses and had a great laugh with Marsha's antics! The female ward eventually became the Becky Ward! Our usual routine was breakfast, shower, then sleep, lunch, sleep, afternoon monopoly and card games, dinner, meds, sleep. Sometimes Anne's dad, Angel, or Rico's mom or brother would bring lots of food to share with everyone, so we give away our food rations to the other "bantays" who cannot afford to eat. On most nights, since the female ward became the becky ward, nurses would often go to our room to hush us down. There was even one incident that we were so noisy that the guard came to our room and told us the the noisy ones will be escorted outside the ward... Yeah right! Whatever! Female OFW never went out of her bed except when going to the rest room, but when we were already becoming noisy and were having fun, she joined in and started walking around too! She too became so noisy the nurses had to tell her to quiet down. Everyone in the room got well, so well, that me, Rico, and bikiniboy got discharged on the same day. While female OFW was told she needs only one last blood transfusion and she will be released. Marsha on the other hand needs to stay because he needs to wait for the results of his spinal fluid culture.

I technically spent 6 days in the H4 ward. It was an experience worth remembering, but I don't want to be confined ever again.

Thank you so much to everyone who visited, gave food, brought books, made me laugh, bought laptops and MP3s players, and those who pleasantly surprised me. I appreciate all your efforts, thank you so much!

Friday, August 12, 2011

Confined in San Lazaro Hospital H4 Ward (part 1)

It was August 3, morning, Wednesday. I was on my way to San Lazaro from work, when I started to feel unusually tired. When I arrived in San Lazaro to have some lab work done, I was already feeling weak, so weak that I could barely walk far. I decided to go to the H4 ward to have a temperature check or perhaps an impromptu check-up, but all my vital signs were normal, so the nurses told me to go home and take a rest; so I did. In the train, I was so weak I can barely hold tight on the metal bars for support or even on the over head bars. Good thing I was able to find myself a seat. I was able to go home safely that day. A few hours after I arrived home, my fever shot up to 40 degrees. I called up the ward to tell them what happened and what to do. They told me to take paracetamol tablets. The next day was my check-up; so I'll have everything checked on that day.

Check-up day came, August 4, 2011. I was feeling a bit better, dad drove me to the hospital that morning. My fever was intermittently high on some hours and I have to take paracetamol for it to go down. I was inside the car the whole time because I was so weak to even sit on the plastic chairs in front of the ward. When it was my turn to be checked, the doctor asked me if I wanted to be confined, I said no. Although he warned me that anytime that I feel something else aside from the fever, I need to be confined right away, the doctor also told me to observe anything unusual so we can determine what causes the fever.

August 5, 2011, I woke up in the morning and saw my arms with bright red spots. I told my dad who then just arrived from the market. He told me to pack my things, I am going to be admitted. While we were in the car, I started informing people that matters that I am going to be confined. Everybody responded with well wishes. I was soon to know who will visit. When we arrived at the hospital, the doctors were on lunch, so we have to wait a couple of minutes more. My fever started to get high again so I was shivering at the ward's lobby, I laid myself down on one of the benches and slept. My name was called after some time, and a wheelchair was waiting for me to take me to the doctor's office. I told the doctor I am ready to be admitted, so the doctor arranged all the needed documents. A bed in the female ward was prepared for me along with other male patients who were just kids. The only female patient in that room was a pregnant girl. we'll call her Female OFW.

DAY 1 - It was my first time to be confined in a public hospital. This is better than nothing at all, I cannot afford to to be in the pay-ward anyway. I was put in the female ward, with only 1 female patient and with three males; all three were in their early twenties. The room was around 50 square feet with green walls and screened windows. There were 5 beds that were made of old hospital metal frames and some foams already have cracked because of age. My bed was the one with the cracked foam and was at the very end of the row of beds. At my right was a kid with both of his parents at his side who frequently has severe fever attacks at night, let's call him wiggly#1. On my left is a small space where some stuff are stored a bit further down and was Female OFW's bed, and at the foot of my bed is bikiniboy, the twenty something provincial lad who was confined because his body reacted violently to Nevirapine. At my far right was a twenty year old someone from somewhere in NCR, let's call him wiggly#2. While my dad was at the mall shopping for supplies I need. A friend from work who lives nearby was the first one to visit me with her boyfriend. We had a little chitchat and we caught up with some stuff at work and about her kid. She helped me settle down some of my stuff I brought with me. My dad came back in the room late afternoon and my friend and her boyfriend had to go, we had fun catching up. My mom came late afternoon and I told her to have dinner with my dad. While the two were away I was left alone on my bed, half asleep, when the mother of wiggly#2 told me that I was bleeding. I looked at my hand and saw a fountain of smooth flowing blood gushing out of my wrist. My IV tube went out, thus, the bleeding. The blood was gushing out so fast that almost half of the bed-sheet got wet of blood. Infairness, I was at awe on how much blood gushed out and how beautiful the flow was that I almost did not bother to stop it from bleeding. The next thing I knew was that my hand was full of fresh, warm blood, and so as the sheets. The nurse came and and immediately wore his gloves, took the paper towels at my stainless steel desk and stopped it from bleeding. Half of my bed was full of paper towels because I have to pat it dry. My IV tube was then transfered to my right wrist. Anne, my best friend was the one who was with me on my first night in the hospital. I asked my dad to go home and take a rest. Anne was very diligent on checking my temperature and wiping my back and changing my clothes. I never knew she would do it, not until that day. She bought DVDs and a player with her. So after watching a flick, we slept. She was not able to slept soundly because I kept on coughing and moving around all night and I was sweating like a roasting pig with my pink-rashed skin.

DAY 2 - More visitors came by to greet and bring food. Anne's dad dropped by and brought food during lunch time. I also was able to get to know more patients as I my fever goes down and I was able to walk around inside the ward. I was able to talk to a mom of a mid-20-something boy who has a CD4 count of 10, let's call him wiggly#3. Who struck me the most was Alexis, more of him later. Rico, was a former OFW, he was confined at the same day I was and because of high grade fever. There was Marsha, a loud, flamboyant, and very funny gay guy who was already there for more than two months because of a fungi infection in his brain; because of HIV. Wiggly#3, Alexis, Marsha, and Rico were at the room opposite to the female ward, that's the male ward, with a brighter atmosphere and big windows with plenty of fresh air circulating. Marsha, is so loud that he screams when he is in pain or wants attention from everyone. I noticed him when he was yelling... "ANG SAKIT... ANG SAKEEET SAKEEET... NG ULO KO!'. All the nurses came running to his bed and I came to the door of their room to see what the commotion was about. He asked the nurses if there is are pain relievers he can drink to ease his headache, he said "Nurse, may gamot ba?" ...all the nurses said was "wala kaming kumot Marsha eh, wala nang extra". Marsha said, "Aanhin ko ang kumot, kelangan ko ng gamot! Jusko"! I walked back to my bed with a grin on my face. Night of day two, I asked my dad to go home. I am strong enough to take care of myself anyway, even if I have an IV inserted on my wrist. I don't need someone to watch over me at night. So he went home that night and I chatted with the other patients until bed time came.

Part 2 here

Monday, August 1, 2011

On Being Alone

It's so nice to be just taking care of myself while making time to spend a few hours with my mom or dad, or even with a few close friends. It's nice to be back on focus on more important things and to be detached from particular distractions. Time to be back in good shape in all aspects of my life.

Traveling this road alone is not so bad at all. After all, it is where we are at peace with ourselves. Being a hermit at times means focusing one's energies to more important things, like improving on one's hobby, learning a new skill, or getting close towards a goal, or discovering something new... about yourself, about your world, about the world.

Being alone doesn't mean being lonely, it just means one can be happy on his own.

Some tips on how to be alone (click play on the video) -> Learning to be Alone - Tanya Davis

"Did not want to par-ti-ci-pate. In no silly conversations. Had no time for new relation-ships" - Diggin On You - TLC