Gibberish Babble: 23/07/2014 Illness + Ramadhan-related Pictures

So... I've been wanting to babble about something, but then nothing much happened. It's Ramadhan, it's summer vacation and I've been doing... doing... What have I been doing? Really, sleep half the day and pull all nighter till Sahur. Aaaaaaa~hh..

Actually... There was something... So, my grandma fell sick. When dad checked her in her room, she was lying down on the floor and when dad picked her up and placed her on her bed, the right part of her body couldn't move. My dad got worried that maybe she got stroke, so he went to the pharmacy, or wherever, and got that device to measure one's blood pressure. He checked her blood pressure and it was normal. Then... I don't know. I went to my room and slept. When I woke up and some time later, dad called an ambulance and brought her to a hospital. When we hear from dad again, indeed, grandma got stroke. There was bleeding in her left brain and so her right part of the body can't move.
The next day, mom took me there and I stayed there while dad goes home to rest. That morning was hectic. Not really, but busy nevertheless. Doctors or staffs came to see her condition. And she wasn't admitted to a room. It was a bay, if that makes sense, and there were a number of other patients who were admitted through emergency entry/way/whatever. Later that day/evening, when dad took turn, grandma got her room. I didn't want to come the next morning because I thought there'd be doctors swarming, checking her and I thought that it would be much better if dad was there to assist/cooperate the doctors during check-ups. I'd be a no good since I'd forget what they said in a matter of an hour or give them good feedbacks.
Wait... I didn't want to babble or write about what happened with grandma. Why am I so indifference about what happened? Well, not completely indifference.
Anyway, the first day I took turn when grandma got her room, dad said, before he left, that he'd pick me up after Maghrib, but it was over 9 pm. The next evening, mom got sick and couldn't drive to take dad and pick me up, so dad took a taxi with my brothers. Why? Why don't just use the car, drive to the hospital, take me home and drive back instead of taxi? That had to take some time until after Taraweh. After 3? or so days, I told dad that I won't be coming the next day, Friday. He's the kind of person when shown a little kindness, he'd take advantage of it and ask for more, even if not verbally. He can't. He just has to do everything by himself. This may be an excuse for me to pull out myself from helping, but he sure does "ngelunjak". Still, I can't refuse what he asks since I should also help my grandma who is sick in a hospital bed.
I didn't come to visit grandma for a few days (2, maybe?) after she was moved to another hospital to undergo therapy, or so. Then, dad called late in the afternoon that he's coming to get me there. On the way to the hospital, I asked why so suddenly. He told me that he forgot to tell me in the morning. He then was saying about how no one has any initiative to see grandma, help out and stuff. Seriously, what he doesn't realize is that no one really cares, no one really likes him or her. No one would willingly volunteer. Sure, some would willingly do what he says (mostly me). The next day, he called close to Maghrib that he needed some things and would pick me up as well. In car, he was saying about how his mobile phones were on low battery and he didn't bring a Nokia charger. Also, how no one is paying attention to what he needs. Seriously from where shall we learn how to pay attention since he himself doesn't quite pay attention to us. Don't expect us to... okay, nevermind. Thank goodness I hold back or else we would bicker uncontrollably. I don't like most of his personality, and if possible I'd not be under one roof with him. That'd be more peaceful, if anything were to happen. I'd take my siblings if they wish to be out of house too. Sure, visit sometimes, but not living for long. After all this years and he hasn't fully grasp his role? Sure, the head of the family, but don't abuse such position. Then again, says me. I think I do abuse my position as the oldest child to some extent. But that's for good, right? ...but... he might also think like that way. Do I take after dad so much? That'd be fearful.

Anyhow, that's aside!!! Let's just look at some Ramadhan-related pictures I found on the internet. Totally not mine. NOT mine.