kwentuhan 2008

Getting sick is one of life’s simple pleasures. Reminds us that we’re still human. Me, after more than a year of not getting sick (last time was summer 2005, and I was trying to finish a poem for Perspective), I finally got the chance to experience it again. My head feels heavier, as if my 32 year-old brain (according to Brain Age) is trying to squeeze itself out of my ears. But somehow, it feels good. So good, in fact, that I wanna be sick for the rest of my life.

Madness!