I remember how my grandpa proudly showed me his notebooks filled with Chinese phrases the last time I visited him at his place. He makes me feel guilty with all the diligence he puts into learning Chinese when he's pushing 80. He's now been warded, and it's painful to know that he might not be present at my wedding. I'd like him to meet Dippy, but yet again it's going to be hard. It's hard to remain optimistic, given his condition, but do keep him in your prayers.
I love the old Changi Hospital. It's strangely calming and tranquil, given its history, and I think it makes a wonderful place for soma sessions and deep thinking. I returned last night, along with the usual few and the addition of an irritant. Lugging and keeping an eye on tipsy, off-the-rocker singing guys at OCH was a first.
Travelling anywhere is subjective. I don't see why one has to go with the flow. I respect your decision if you decide not to follow, and I applaud you for that. Wanting to conquer your fear is worthy of praise, but not if you're going to blabber away constantly about your cowardice. If you intend to visit OCH with me, I suggest you just hold my hand - that is, if I even want to touch you, and shut up.
11:13:00 pm
