I wonder...
If I were to someday be hospitalized, would you come to visit me?
Bring me roses each day, send me a get well card & entertain me when I'm bored to death.
Or would you just pretend you never knew me & continue living your own life without caring about me at all?
Or would you just walk away and silently pray that I die in that hospital bed?

Well, the answer is sitting in front of me isn't it?
You won't find out, so you won't come.
And most probably even if you found out, you wouldn't care about me because you don't.

Still, you might just visit me. Who knows?



Why am I saying such scary things about me being hospitalized and such?

Well, you never know if you're going to be sick one day...


These thoughts lingered in my head throughout the entire bus ride home this evening.
I've been thinking about how I might get into an accident, slip into a coma or may even have some rare disease. You never know, fate is cruel.

This all started on Friday morning after World War 3. My grandfather called my dad & said, "Adil. Bapa tak boleh tahan lagi. Panggil ambulans."
It means, "Adil. Father can't take it anymore. Call the ambulance."
So my dad, being the ever filial son-in-law called the ambulance, went over to my grandparent's place & accompanied him to SGH.

If you want to know, my grandfather has been sick since Tuesday. Well, we got to know about it since Tuesday and my family had just visited him on Thursday evening. He claimed that he felt better but I guess not.

I had planned to go job-hunting on Friday afternoon but after hearing what my mom said, I decided not to go. After all, family is more important.

After examining my really really stubborn grandfather (I'll tell you why he's so stubborn later), the doctor said that he had stomach infection. Doctor suspects that my grandfather ate seafood such as clams, cockels, oysters. Shellfish, to be exact.
Hence the doctor asked him but my grandfather denied. My dad just kept quiet because he knows that my grandfather ate it. To be exact, my grandfather ate 2kg of shellfish! ALL BY HIMSELF! D:

And my dad was telling my mom to reprimand my grandfather... WHY?
You know there are those tubes connected to the drips to give the body vitamins & oxygen when you're in the hospital. Did you know, my grandfather un-plugged his?!
What's the point of going to the hospital if you don't use the drips??? D:

He can still say that it's irritating and he doesn't need them... -.-''' And he can still say he's not sick. If he's not sick, then why is he in the bloody hospital?

Sheeesh. Anyway.
On Friday, my mom & I cabbed to the hospital.
The bloody cab driver tried to cheat us!
If I had a gun, I would have shot him & if I had a driver's licencse, I would drive us to the hospital. Sheeeeesh. Even I knew how to get there & by which roads... D:
Our cab fare was $25! D: Bloody hell. My cab fare to Downtown East was $35 & it's all the way at the East okay. This is halfway. $35 is a bit too much.
Oh & the best thing, our cab fare home was only $12. So you can see the difference...



Oh... And so you know that my grandfather is in hospital because of shellfish...

On Saturday morning, I accompanied my mom to the market & I got her to buy me _________. And then she cooked it for me! :D

Heh. You should be pissed.



I am allergic to seafood especially shellfish! So I ate this. And apparently, if I get stomach infection, I don't really care.

Oh. Goodluck to me.

Yes, I'm allergic to seafood. ):
However, I like oyster omelet & I always eat it! :D

I don't really care anymore. Oh & I need to stop eating.
I'm getting fat. D:



Till next time.