September is almost over.

I don’t know what I feel about this month. Happy, sad, excited, bored… yeh, just like every other month.

Forgive my dull tone; I had a dream last night. I dreamt that I was to get married to a guy the next day. I was in my wedding dress, and Mum complimented that I looked stunning.

Yeh, you already know which girl was in my mind the whole time.

Anyway, back to reality.

My paternal grandmother is in hospital right now. Heart disease. Damn heart disease. Looks like it really runs through my father’s side. First my uncle, then my dad, and now my grandmother.

The doctor said that there’s nothing we could do about it. In other words, we’re to wait until she dies. Her situation isn’t that bad, and she could probably live for a few more years. And maybe more. I don’t know. I’m just guessing. I didn’t ask. I didn’t dare to ask.

I’m not even emotionally close to her. It’s just that feeling: somebody who was still talking to you just now, somebody who was still moving, somebody who was still alive; could be dead anytime. And of course, same applies to anybody and everybody – healthy or diseased.

My hamster is pretty old already. He could drop dead just anytime as well.

It’s okay. I’m okay. *sigh* It’s PMS indeed.