the storeroom

A small rectangular room, you couldn't stuff too many people in it at one time or else you'll die of oxygen shortage. It will be too saturated that you end up standing facing one another, not having a space to budge more else sit.

The storeroom, my favourite hiding place in hospital.


The place where i'll be when i dont want to be disturbed. Though it's really hard to get some peace and quiet even when you are secluding yourself in that room, as there will always be people poking their head at the door ( maybe those who seek the same reason as me ), and would go.." ops, sorry.., ingat takde org tadi ". And when i was just about to close my eyes in the comfort of silence, the cleaning lady would enter and start banging around with mops and brooms. I will patiently wait for her to finish doing whatever she's doing, and have to remind her for like every time.." kak, nanti tolong rapatkan balik pintu bila akak keluar ye..", which she usually forget and leave the door hanging open. Sighh...


A good place when you want to be alone. When there's this thing on my mind, i will head towards that small room and slowly close the door behind me, needing the time to be with myself. When im sleepy and need a few mins to doze off. When i want to read my novel peacefully or write. When i'm bored or too tired to talk with anyone, then the storeroom would be the most ideal place to sit and relax. A place where there'll be only me, staring into space.


The small room consists of two, old and unused chairs, situated facing the wall. If i outstretched my leg i believe i can reach the wall opposing it with my toes, to describe how small the room is ( or how long my leg are hehe ). There are boxes, quite a number of boxes containing stuff like the black garbage plastics, tissue papers, 'tikar', slippers etc. And wall of lockers used by the DSA's to keep their belongings, ( which also one of the reason why ppl alwys come in to the store room, killing my precious silence..). And there's this cleaning trolley , with all sorts of detergents. But what i like most about the store room is its big, glass window. The source of sunlight to the dark room, and when the clinic gets too cold, i will find warmth in the room, standing facing the glass window, drinking in the warmness of the sun while watching ppl's cars parked below. Floating into dreamland, i would imagine me driving the big cars, speeding like Angelina Jolie in 'Mr & Mrs Smith"..( fuuuh),with big 'cindy crawford' sunglasses on my nose, driving effortlessly as everyone gawked and stared at this speeding lady..hehehe..

Enough of dreaming.

Well..i guess the storeroom fulfill one need in me, the need to be with myself, the need to be alone. When the only company tht we want is ourself and the voice that we want to hear is our own. And sometimes too, when i sit on the old chair, in that small store room talking to him who is so far away from me....suddenly the room becomes the most comfortable place.

So..people, if you come looking for me and can't find me anywhere, try checking the storeroom. I might be in there.