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I planned to write the essay today... but nothing came out. Don't want to stay up late.. it's the first day of the new term tomorrow after all. Guess I'll probably bring the materials to read and digest along the way and think of ways to begin the essay.

I haven't felt so immobilised in any particular piece of work in a rather long time... the last one being the last essay. =.= I told dear dear over msn just now that it's rather hard to fathom how I'll last through the masters leg of the course.

Well.

Today's Aunty Witwit's day off for this month... and so I'm left with mom at home. Dear came over with lunch in the afternoon after service... then I brought mom out on her wheelchair to watch television in the afternoon. We caught this japanese series which Dori bought - Team Medical Dragon. The series centres upon a male doctor character who's a cardiology expert and surgeon who treats patience first before anything else, even if it means compromising standard protocols and rules.

There was this moving scene of a young hooligan in the hospital begging the said doctor to save his mom, who was about to undergo a major operation under him. Towards the end of the segment, dear dear turned over and asked if I've ever experienced that. Haha... I was trying hard to suppress my emotions and prevent the glands from working when she asked that... and so I kept quiet.

Come to think of it, my experience was that of confusion more than anything else. Everything happened so fast then - received a call to say that mom was sent to hospital... all I remember was the huge chill that overcame me when a doctor brought us into a small room in the emergency ward and told us to prepare ourselves.

It's probably Pa's grace for blocking off those really sad moments I guess... and I'm thankful that mom's around. :)

Alright... time to sleep off the worries of the day... and trust that all shall be good the next day. Over and out.