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So much for detoxifying.
Ever since I got that yet-another-case-of-dysmenorrhea-from-hell, I’ve been wary of the things I put in my mouth (stop it, perverts!). cigarettes and alcohol included. Yes, you read it right. Not only haven’t I had a decent meal since Sunday, I also haven’t smoked nor drank anything alcoholic. See, while I was throwing up and altogether cursing my womanhood, I was also seriously thinking about what could be the cause of this hyperacidic stress that was damn near killing me. Spicy food? Maybe. Alcohol? Yes. Cigarettes? Yes and they’ve also cut my life in half, for all I know. So when I finally stopped heaving my innards into the bucket, I sorta promised God and all the santo santita out there that if cutting back on these things won’t torture me the next time I get my period, then I would definitely avoid them.. and then I lost interest in going out. In fact, I’ve been off since yesterday and I haven’t done as much as staying home, sleeping the whole day and just inviting my friends to visit me instead. And it actually felt good.
Until after dinner, when my brother casually asked if I wanted to catch a movie. I said yes even before he ended his question. We caught the last show for “Shark Tale” (which was pretty funny) and pondered on where we should go next. After much walking, we ended up in absinth and I disappointed myself by buying a pack of cigarettes and a glass of kurrant 7. I was again reminded on what was so tragic about the nightlife on this side of the metro.. the same people, doing the same things in the same places!
The sad thing is, I was one of them. Ack.
For the first time, when he asked me if I wanted to go home, I said yes. I put my half-consumed drink on the bar and pocketed the pack of Marlboro lights, wondering who I should give it to since I only had 2 sticks from it. In the cab on our way home, I was yawning like an old lady. Then I touched the sterling silver bracelet I had around my wrist, traced the heart-shaped link on it and was suddenly eager to get home.. because I couldn’t wait to see if there’s an e-mail from the man who sent me the bracelet for my birthday.
It was the best feeling I had all night.
Ever since I got that yet-another-case-of-dysmenorrhea-from-hell, I’ve been wary of the things I put in my mouth (stop it, perverts!). cigarettes and alcohol included. Yes, you read it right. Not only haven’t I had a decent meal since Sunday, I also haven’t smoked nor drank anything alcoholic. See, while I was throwing up and altogether cursing my womanhood, I was also seriously thinking about what could be the cause of this hyperacidic stress that was damn near killing me. Spicy food? Maybe. Alcohol? Yes. Cigarettes? Yes and they’ve also cut my life in half, for all I know. So when I finally stopped heaving my innards into the bucket, I sorta promised God and all the santo santita out there that if cutting back on these things won’t torture me the next time I get my period, then I would definitely avoid them.. and then I lost interest in going out. In fact, I’ve been off since yesterday and I haven’t done as much as staying home, sleeping the whole day and just inviting my friends to visit me instead. And it actually felt good.
Until after dinner, when my brother casually asked if I wanted to catch a movie. I said yes even before he ended his question. We caught the last show for “Shark Tale” (which was pretty funny) and pondered on where we should go next. After much walking, we ended up in absinth and I disappointed myself by buying a pack of cigarettes and a glass of kurrant 7. I was again reminded on what was so tragic about the nightlife on this side of the metro.. the same people, doing the same things in the same places!
The sad thing is, I was one of them. Ack.
For the first time, when he asked me if I wanted to go home, I said yes. I put my half-consumed drink on the bar and pocketed the pack of Marlboro lights, wondering who I should give it to since I only had 2 sticks from it. In the cab on our way home, I was yawning like an old lady. Then I touched the sterling silver bracelet I had around my wrist, traced the heart-shaped link on it and was suddenly eager to get home.. because I couldn’t wait to see if there’s an e-mail from the man who sent me the bracelet for my birthday.
It was the best feeling I had all night.