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This blog is presented to Tracy, for ur long-time concern. thanx.

for the disappointment, I'll tell u a black humor as a compensation. u may have read it before.

      A man comes home from work early and takes the elevator up to his seventh-floor apartment. When he gets off the elevator, he notices a smiling man with a big cigar getting on. When he goes into his apartment, he smells smoke and sees some ashes in an ashtray. Since neither he nor his wife smoke, he becomes very suspicious. His suspicions are confirmed when he goes to the bedroom and sees both his bed and his wife in disarray. He runs to the balcony, and sees the smiling man with the big cigar walking out of the building below. Blinded by rage, he picks up a refrigerator(for he is a very strong man) and throws it down on the man with the big cigar, flattening him. His wife runs out of the bedroom and over to the balcony, looks down, sees the dead man, and cries to her husband, "What have u done? I've never seen that man before in my life!" Consumed with remorse for killing an innocent man, the jealous husband jumps over the balcony to his death.
       Next scene: the entrance to heaven. Three men encounter St. Peter, who asks them to describe the moment of their death.
       First man: I was walking along smoking my favorite cigar, thinking of how good my life is when---bang!---out of the blue something hits me on the head and I'm dead.
       Second man: I had just killed a man who I thought had been sleeping with my wife, but discovering I was wrong made me so upset that I killed myself in remorse.
       Third man: I don't know what happened. I was hiding in this refrigerator...

      And for the days left in May, I desire that u can make a good schedule and give urself (and us---all ur friends) a good result. Hope for the best.  

      I am all right these days. Just a little distracted, and a little lazy.