Dear diary,
I just get to move to my my new place, Bukit Batok this week.
Just have a slight regret that I move this far.
Far and cut myself out from the rest.
The week is not going well for me.
Messed up my stats test which was scheduled on Tuesday morning.
I left the table distribution on my desk that morning before getting my feet on the heat.

The food poisoning I had, was not really expected.
after eating yong tau foo from my school canteen.
It wasn't that bad as NUS clinic offers free medical consultation and prescriptions.
The pain commenced as I approached my door step.
Just to find out that no one at home and my key is with my mom.
It wasn't easy as I was struggling, on the verge of unconsciousness before I could tolerate the sour pinch in my stomach.

Questions suddenly came across my mind; do cancer patients feel the hit much more than what I am facing now?
How about those who just met mishaps and are lying on the hospital now?
It dawned upon me that some of those people fight very hard for time to fly and recover, especially those who are still carrying hope and knowing their life purpose. Given an option, some might choose to end their 'journey' in order to escape their sufferings.
What if i am given the option during that moment?
Which one would i choose?
It seems to me that the road to the latter is much wider; tempting enough to end the persecution and confusion which have been robbing me.
It is simply selfish, but it's not blissful.

At that point of time, the image of God appears in my mind. Without thinking any further, I immediately made a short prayer.
I love the usual peacefulness whenever i enter that realm.

The black clouds diminish much faster than i thought as soon as I saw her.
Her aura is truly amazing and radiating.
My depleted vessel seems to be repleting with fluids.
Her delicate voice which has been used to ask me for concern.
Her skills and patience I admire the most.
You are the most wonderful woman I have ever known.

Love you mom~~

another bitter escape
4:48 AM