Ever wonder what's inside an RP's head ?

Heavy Rain

Tears of heaven fall from darkened skies,
the smell of rain evident in the still of a Sunday morning.
Though the sounds of raindrop peltering the window pane seem enchanting,
it fails to mask the sense of foreboding which cues the inevitable catastrophe.

Slowed Time

As he stood in solitude ; waiting for time to pass,

time seemed to be only crawling by.

Minutes seemed like hours ; hours like days,

an ordeal it seems will take infinity to end.

I am still coughing but otherwise I'm fine. I'm still in the midst of recovery from my viral infection that struck me sometime last week. My temperature peaked at 39 celcius...though I should count myself rather fortunate that the fever subsided the day after I was diagnosed by the medical officer.

Actually, to be dead honest, my stint in the army has probably the highest frequency in terms of doctoral visits. Since a toddler, I grew up on traditional Chinese medicine and illness diagnosed by Chinese " sin-seh". Call me "stick-in-the-mud" or " old-schooled"...personally...as long as it works...it is good enough for me then.

Anyway, moving on from my medicinal habits, I would have to admit I was rather disappointed to have missed out on my JC class gathering held during the time I had taken ill. It was a pity not being able to meet up with friends and chat up on old times...but well...there will be a next time.