This is the first time that I've written a blog after a year or so. What's funny is that I've no paper to write my ideas nor am I in front of a computer, so I've decided to just write on the foil of my cigarette pack, because if I don't, I might lose the interest to write.
Anyway, my sister was just confined in a hospital near us after almost collapsing due to dehydration and then was later diagnosed with amoeba. Amoeba, a disease I loathed since I was a child after being struck by it when I was young. Right now it's 2:10AM and I'm in the hospital attending to her needs. It makes me smile realizing that after leaving my previous job as a call center agent for 2 years, because I grew tired of having to go to work at night when others are already sleeping, probably even snoring with their mouths wide open, I am the one assigned to guard my sister every night while the rest of them come in the morning. (Technically, I have the night shift schedue.)
Tonight is my third straight night being spent in this hospital. I really hate going to hospitals, because just the smell itself disgusts me, much more walking to the hospital corridor seeing other people suffering from different diseases and hearing babies and children crying make me just wanna go nuts. During the past 2 nights I've experienced a lot. I've seen things I shouldn't have seen, or never wanted to see, I've also seen and heard people vommiting left and right and other things I can't write right now (remember I'm only writing on a small piece of foil from a pack of cigarette.) Good thing about being in the hospital is that I've seen my sister recovering well that made me thank God and re-empowered my faith... My letter ends here because I ran out of space to write and lost the momentum to write after finishing what little space I got.
