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Monday, November 03, 2008

today my grandma got admitted to hospital.then i was listening to the doctor.its funny how ppl tok bout making decisions of whether to do everything possible to keep the person alive or let the person leave comfortably when the person is in actual fact still alive.hmm.i guess its part of the protocol.

i saw a lot of old ppl in the hospital today.my grandma oso.i realise becoming old is really quite..i cant think of a word.i cant imagine one day im gg to become liddat oso.frail,weak,dependant.and ready to leave the world anytime.i wonder where ppl go after they leave.is it realli such a sad thing?

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