17th February 2007
Saturday
A phone conversation, a visit and a dinner.

This morning, at about 0040, I had a phone conversation with Beatrice. We talked about stuff, stuff and more stuff. It also gave me a clearer picture of what I have learnt yesterday. Anyway, the phone conversation went pretty well and soon, it was time to hang up.

I woke up at about 11am after that. Wrote a bit in a narrative supposedly sequel to my 'O' levels essay. Nothing much happened after that and I had time to actually think of how am I going to develop this new narrative. I cleared my room a little and then prepared for a visit to the hospital.

My maternal grandmother is in hospital due to some lung infection and we went to visit her there. She looks so different from when I last saw her. She looks so fragile now. Like how a wilted rose placed beside a rose in its prime would look. Seeing her current state makes me feel depressed. That is the reason why I hate going to hospitals. It makes me feel depressed. I hate to see a person so weak. The only feeling I get from hospitals is death.

I felt so hopeless at that point. But I guess life is like that. Reunion dinner was as usual. Nothing really interesting happened.

Guess this year will be a boring one.