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2003-01-29 05:50:23 (UTC)

Poison Medicine

Damn, what a day it was yesterday. Went to visit the doctor
again for the final results of the lab tests. Turned out
something WAS wrong... IS wrong. They told me I've got
blood-circulation problems and that no medical solution is
available to treat it. They said that blood flows rather
weak and has a hard time going to my head. Hah! That's a
laugh. If anything, there's nothing in my head right now
but blood. Well, they said the only way to improve
circulation is exercise and a right diet. But then, too
much exercise could "traumatize" the brain and may result
in high blood pressure when pushed to the limit.
Eventually, it would result in occasional blindness and
fainting, so they say. So what then should I do? They told
me to exercise a little bit for about a month then
gradually increasing intensity every month. I asked if I
could go to a gym or something but they strictly prohibited
me from doing so because "strenuous activities tend to
increase heart rate and might be to much for the brain to
take." Great. The only cure is exercise and I couldn't even
take it. Oh well... I guess I better do what the doctor
says.

Got home and was greeted by Paul, the guy who sold me the
Ring VCDs. He replaced disk 4 because it wasn't
functioning. Great, now I can continue watching.

Had dinner at a nearby "turo-turo." Only when I finished
my "bulalo" when I remembered that I wasn't allowed to eat
fatty foods. Damn, there goes my "healthy" diet.

Toochie called again, as usual. This girl is starting to
get in my nerves. Good thing Natalie called after, and we
had a nice chat. She was asking to get together again this
coming weekend. I didn't answer. Have to check with the
doctor first if sex and booze is okay.

Went online to check mails. Got some from my classmates
reminding each other of the deadlines for report papers.
Good thing I finished mine days ago. That's the advantage
of having nothing else to do: no fucking day job to suck
the life out of our brains. I guess the "overworked,
underpaid" syndrome no longer applies to me. I'm now a "no
work, no money" kinda bum. Well not exactly. I still get
dividends from my Shell stocks and a few royalties from the
Young Blood of Inquirer. Not to mention... I still have
some cash circulating around the financial market. Erick's
handling my currency-trading account. I should be able to
survive till I get another job.

Well, Imma bounce. Bootycall! Getting back to life. Later.

ps: I really have this feeling i'm being stalked. argh!!!





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