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Saturday, August 30, 2003

this is not going to be another "poor me" session.

Dad and i fetched my mum from hospital today. when i saw her last night, completely drugged out by the anaesthesia, i just stroked her hand. its so shiny and smooth. literally shiny coz all these years she's been washing most of the dishes while i trot off to do my homework or laze around. shiny because it's become impervious to anything that might harm it. I'm thinking of how my skin gets burnt everytime i stay too long in the sun while my mum's skin just turns brown and becomes shiny.

i sent an email to Dr. Goh about doing my thesis on japanese novels and he says the possibility of that happening is near zero. Nothing has really struck me. Nothing has really made me feel like this is what i would love to do. Even with the rejection of a possible thesis, i don't feel sadness or disappointment.

it looks like i can go on but i can't. i'm getting too sleepy and too lethargic for this.

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