solitude kills...

okay, okay, maybe they dont.. at least not to that extent. but they sure break you down.

like how when i used to be warded for close to 3 weeks at sentosa for the stoopid dengue.. yeap. how come i'd never thought of writing then? even like perhaps maybe just on a foolscap pad. i dare say now it wuld've been most illustrious then... and imagine reading back on 'em now...
but alas, those few weeks of endless hours of solitude were spent reading every single article in the papers, walking the halls on that floor, venturing into parts of the floor where no single soul was around. yes, i walked right up to operation room doors, where they really had those light boxes at the door. mom warned me not to wander around. but funny how i nvr thought of it that way then.. i was just too bored. too free. and when there was nothing else left to read, no where else left to walk, i started thinking, .. of solitude. of human rights. of why the doctor kept refusing to discharge me. of why they put criminals to jail. of humans' rights again. of why some canggih prison cells overseas hav nothing but slanted slabs jutting out of the wall, where the prisoner cant do anything but just look at that slab, of how wonderful itd be if the slab was flat-out and not slanted. simple rights to a good rest on the horizontal slab. but no, it was slanted. thats waht u get inside that advanced jail cell. of how the walls were painted crazy shades of bright, bright colors. not your happy yellow or blue but crazy, crazy colors like neon green and ugly purple... in equally crazy coordinations like crazy trapeziums of black and white zig-zagged all over the walls.
anyhow, yeah, thats waht got into my mind .. those few weeks of endless pondering and pondering...

you see, sis is down with chicken pox.. yes, the dreaded chic pox that gets worse as you get older. sis is 33 this year. can u imagine? i had my anti-pox jab on monday right away. will be back to get the second jab in 6 weeks' time. this is no joke. i wouldnt want to take any risk AT ALL.

she sms-ed me... regrettin' and feelin' a tad sorry of how we'd miss this sat's night run at putrajaya. no worries, che.... there's always next year. and tenji can wait. we'll go for the full-priced one who cares. it's on me!!! :)

i can imagine, 2 weeks of solitude for che... but lets just put it this way. 2weeks' worth of endless hours to maybe ponder somemore and put life into perspective. at least, you're at home and you're entitled to wash your hair anytime! hahahh!!!................


gone bonkers... i knw...



another itch scratched...