Day: January 14, 2008

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Cause For Concern

The day I had those chest pains (early Saturday), I felt a familiar dizziness later in the afternoon as I tried to pick something up from the floor. A bad headache and neckache followed and soon my left eye was as red as Maya Karin’s in PHSM.

I have been resting and sleeping most of the time, however last night, after dinner, as I stared at the ceiling, there was a sudden “spatial blockshift” : the celing moved on its own to one side, only to return to its original position less than a second later.

I woke up this morning, felt a neckache. So I tried taking my blood pressure and the result is shocking: 147/95 with a heart rate of 95bpm.

It has now gone down to 140/90 with a heart rate of 91bpm. I wonder if there is an elevation in haematocrit, and/or increase in coagulation of the blood. A logical reason would be in the diet: oversupply of protein, as protein promotes constriction of the blood vessels. However, I have been staying off meat. Could it be now that I am getting this from the amount of fish I’ve been having?

I have lost 5kgs since the beginning of December, exercising, eat more fish and veg, abstaining from meat etc, meaning I am doing something right. And I hate sugar and salt. So what is wrong with me?

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L-O-V-E Is A Four-Letter Word

Maybe love is just a farce, and to say love is a beautiful feeling is a fallacy.

Love is just a feeling that one gets, and falls in the same category as hope does: HOPELESS.

I could smell the intoxicating odour of cigarette smoke, as the Lost Woman puffs away, probably looking at me from behind as I stand and stare outside the window: the roads in KL are still wet from the heavy downpour an hour ago, as wet as the torso of both Lost Woman and I.

I took a sip of my JD Coke. In the back of my mind I know that the Lost Woman will soon start thinking about what Ambrose Bierce had said about love:

“Love: a temporary insanity, curable by marriage.”

Whereas my quote on love would be:

“L.O.V.E – like F.U.C.K, is just another meaningless four-letter word.”

She took another puff, inhaled deep, and exhaled poisonous gas. Finally finding the courage, she asked, “You have had me so many times now. Do you actually love me?”

I turned to look at her, slowly sipping my JD Coke, then turned back to look out the window.

I just made love to you, Woman. Doesn’t that count?