It's no wonder why disease and decease rhyme with each other! In my imagination, those two words are inseparable. Ever since I suffered from deadly Malaria in second year of college, even a little something like cold has been enough to get me thinking about death! I hadn't eaten anything in two days and as far as doctors are concerned, there's only one part of me that doesn't loathe them - my unconscious self! Lying on a very untidy bed, thinking about death, I felt my heart was going to stop. And just because I thought it would be really embarrassing to die of a stupid viral flu, I decided to act . . . I decided to eat!