gollysmolly

‘Tis Thursday yet, but not all bodes well as life progresses in this
dreary world many mistake for a home. Ever on the horizon, prelims lurk in the darkness to trap all those who
wander forth in blind search of liberation. I am one such witness to this entrapment, despite lingering in such
close proximity to the obvious impending doom awaiting me.

Situated outside the Surgical Intensive Care Unit (SICU) at Changi
General Hospital, I express melancholy without passion on this ebony machine (stained by the sweat of too many
fingers striking it harshly, but ‘tis merely a tool which many take for granted
yet regard so highly as an essential item in their daily life).

As life lived in a hectic pace not unlike ours, time is scarcely enough
for affordance of the leisure to spend with our elderly and the first
generation of Singaporeans whom we now call our grandparents. No justification will be satisfactory for the
reality in which our apathy is the root of much anguish in today’s society.

Deep-seated views originate within me, but they come with neither passion
nor particular purpose, except to pilot the narration of the recent abrupt
incident in the household.

My location may initially have seemed peculiar, but the rationale for
such an anomaly may not be explained sufficiently in so short a period or
space.

Currently seated contentedly in the waiting room outside the SICU (Ward
33), I type hastily against the desires of my kin in the seats
surrounding. With the continuation of
the prelims just the following week, I commence not on contemplating what
desperation that my lack of preparedness would lead me to.

Bluntly putting the commotion caused, my grandmother has a chronic
cranial haemorrhage, and is undergoing a relatively straightforward surgical
procedure to remedy the situation. However, the circumstances are further complicated by her mature age,
coupled with her unique blood type.

Family reunited in difficulty is not an infrequent sight, but a whole
reunion over one member seems a minor exaggeration of the accustomed scenario. Such is the authority that age commands in
the hierarchy of a conservative Asian family.

Thus, productivity is sacrificed once more for the sake of filial piety,
despite time spent lounging about for the sole purpose of relaxation and
leisure, all outside the SICU.

Translation: That was a whole day of studying wasted, but it was one heck
of a fun time just sitting around doing nothing =P

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