Silence

Had dinner by myself today. My mother had insisted in letting me try her tonic soup, which was a cornucopia of herbs and seeds. Then she proceeded to send my little sis to the hospital. The chicken tasted bland, the soup tasteless. It felt strange eating barley mixed with chestnut and gingko nuts, dumped along with chicken and pork in a concoction.

Remembered bits and pieces of my hospital stay last year. All I remember was that I had been jabbed more than 5 times, had violent convulsions and shared the same ward with two very old men. Not exactly a happy memory. If I recalled, it was during the pre-Sars period. Still, I must thank my OG mates for showing concern for me; they had specially gone all the way to Changi Hospital to visit me. I am very touched. Sheryl's homemade card together with my OG mates' well wishes lay hidden in my secret, sweet smelling (with the liberal use of perfumes) drawer, among other secrets. (to ensure that no free radicals will come in and degrade my precious stuffs)

Sadly, my A levels is round the corner. I am forbidden to visit my sister's ward during this crucial period. Recover soon man!