doc says im at the early stage of bronchitis. zzz. bottom line is, if im still not gonna take this seriously. it will turn to brochitis and she will send my fat yellowish white ass to the hospital. where i can dress up in those fugly robes, take blood tests all day & consume the notorious hospital food. (bleah)
these are the terms ive laid out for myself till sch starts. 1) quit smoking. for the last time. shisha included. 2) visit grandma's grave more often 3) exercise, 5days a week. 4) read up on business law 5) since i have the time i can read more books! yay! 6) drink less. period 7) spend more time with friends ive neglected 8) go for makan tours ardsingapore! 9) more time for my research on homosexuality during the roman era yay! 10) redo the room!
anyways we realised ytd that the gawd damn relief doc gave me pills for flu which caused drowsiness for 24hrs. (which of cos he nor the nurse had any sense to inform us) no wonder thr were tractors in my head. that bald ass bitch is sooo unprofessional my gawd!
its time to adjust my lifestyle.. (chants) anyways gonna leave you guys with this. Miles Davis & John Coltrane- SO WHAT sch old jazz, this is what i call jazz. not like those popjazz riff raff we get these days.