Please be safe.

Andy and I went to McD’s Taipan for lunch, when it was raining really heavily. Parents were on leave, so we found them visiting the same McD’s outlet (they knew about it when mum phoned me earlier), saying that USJ 13 and 6 traffic lights area were flooded up to half of the cars’ wheels, resulting in a massive traffic jam and cars breaking down.

An uncle sleeping in the middle of McD’s.

We went back at about 3 something when the rain subsided.

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Have you ever wonder how different people cope with worries? Some eat, some couldn’t sleep for hours their head filled with nothing but the sources of their worry, and me, I spend my time in front of electronic equipments hoping I don’t think too much about it.

I don’t show it when I worry. I try not to take over my mum’s horrible tendency to worry about the slightest of things, and thankfully I do not. I try to be stupidly optimistic, and smile and say “It will be alright”, but if my indulgence of said equipments to take my mind off my worry fail to work, I start to realise the reality of it all.

I don’t know if I’m painfully selfish or ridiculously apathetic when I didn’t follow my mum to the hospital earlier to see herself getting admitted for the night for a minor surgery tomorrow on her ear.

I have a distinct fear of the hospital’s atmosphere: the complete moroseness of it all affects anyone’s mood who enter it and I fear that. I fear the reminders of needles and blood painfully drawn out and the miserable looks of the patients. And the occasional subdued tears on their faces. Call it phobia, if you will.

The hospital is essentially disturbing. Depressing.

I can’t stand seeing people suffer. Perhaps I’m one of the only few who’d give up battling worthless diseases without putting up a fight, knowing the slim chances of winning isn’t very much.

I can’t take it seeing people I love suffer. I can’t stand it to the point I wish I don’t have families because it’s too painful to bear, knowing their anguish is triple of mine.

It’s just a minor surgery tomorrow in the morning, but I pray the merciful gods and creators of the cosmos to keep my mum safe from harm, even if I don’t believe in any of you.

Just for her sake.