The Death Ward
Sunday, February 04, 2007
Sometimes, we tend to blur the lines of Life and Death. We tend to forget that life on earth is merely temporary, and eternity is just few pit stops away.
I visited my uncle recently at SGH and he seemed pretty okay. I really miss his random questions he always asks us. After visiting him, i visited another relative of mine. Well, he's my aunty's brother-in-law.
He has stomach cancer and was residing in ward 48. It's known as the Death Ward. My uncle said ever so often they will wheel bodies out of that ward.
Seriously. I think we are all dense. Even myself. The outing to Kranji War Memorial for the Lit Learning Journey was refreshing. It was so beautiful yet so morbid. And hanging out with Wenqi and Jojo was what i really needed. I'll be going back there, hopefully sometime really soon, just to hang out and feel the afternoon breeze.
I'll be turning 19 in two weeks and I'm not a bit excited. My last year having the suffix -teen in my name. Relatives will be coming over and i have to act all "happy" & "pleased" with my darn live. Fucked-up father will be ever so fake and hypocritical, being the perfect host while i gesture gag reflexes to my little sister & mom.
And thanks guys for asking about me and my dad but please don't bother. I'm not being the least rude but seriously, i couldn't be bothered about my relationship with him. I don't even want to talk about it. Just want you guys to be grateful for having a fully functioning father who cares for you and the family. I don't think you know how lucky you guys are.
God i sound so dysfunctional, and broken and fucked.
Might come up with a plan to start studying. And revamp my old poems. Should i approach my Lit tutors with the poems for publication? Do you guys think its good enough for school publication?
I'll start some sketches for drama and my personal art.
I think i need a nice drive around the city. A nice long drive. But i don't have a car * insert sad face here *
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