(26th of Nov)

I set my goal a week ago so now I should start doing it before it's too late. In the morning mum woke me up at 6:50am, 10 minutes later after brushed our teeth, got dressed and all that, we were ready for our first day of jogging. I seriously think that I should get my healthy life back, not sure if I have ever once had a healthy period of time in my life, so now, let's make a change...And come on people, I am super serious this time, damn serious, I have resolute grim determination. Just by thinking about if there is one day I become a sporty type, and that I have abs....*in my dreams*

She only ran for 50 meters then stopped, asking for a rest. I kept it up myself, letting her fall behind >.> Muscle pain was not unexpected and because I am being goal-oriented and ambitious, I completed two rounds at the park with my tiny legs for the really first time jogging.

After jogging, as my friend Nick and I have planned before, we met up in Penshurst and I was actually 10 minutes earlier than him this time (most of the time I will be late for at least half an hour >.>) He was the one asking me to go badminton with him yet he didn't bring badminton rackets at all...We ended up watching a movie in Hurstville cinema afterward. The movie 'Captain Phillips' totally made me feel so intense almost throughout the entire movie since the pirates are succeeded in approaching the ship and taking Captain as hostage. You can feel that the movie is fully in charged by the filmmaker, who splendidly constructs authenticity of the captain and allows this process takes turns to build up tension when Captain's life is threatened for several times. But it will be even better if this filmmaking uses hand held camera to reflect realism in depth. 

Anyways Nick was so nice to cover me with his jacket because the air-con there was freezing. I felt bad seeing him shaky though. After the movie, two of us went to one of the restaurant there ordering two instant noodles with fried wings plus milk tea. We talked a lot as we haven't seen each other for almost a year. 

We were going to watch the second movie but as it started too late, I went to his house to watch another movie under his persuasion. That movie was alright, not really that worth mentioning here. In order to make his room feel like a cinema, he even switched off the light. And we talked again during the last one hour in the darkness before I went home. He's such an articulate person I would say, he even brought up the topic of politics and voting, as an obligation but not a responsibility, which I totally agreed with his point of view. 

Overall it was a great day to be with someone who has taught me something that I should know yet I never noticed. However when I came back home, mum told me that she's been having stomach ache for the past a few hours >< She should have told me to come back earlier yet she didn't, because she didn't want to ruin my fun time with friend :( We both thought that she would be ok later on but after 9pm, the disaster began, when she started to vomit and poo repeatedly. I carried her in and out whenever she felt unwell and needed to go toilet. It got even worse by the time she had a shower, I was just right there supporting and watching her, the next second she was powerlessly close to faint. It freaked me out a lot when she couldn't stand and heavily landed on the floor with her ass, then vomited and poo at the same time yet I could not help her but watched her to suffer. I tried my best to carry her in and out from the toilet, changed all the bed sheets and got extra blankets for her because she felt cold, I was even more scared if this is not normal bad stomach but caused by something else. It was really late at night, she was trembling a lot, vomited and frequently poo without any control. And I was busy preparing for plastic bags, sheets, just everything that she possibly needed. I have thought about to call the emergency number, and I should have, but she said she would be ok because of her unwillingness to pay the high cost of the ambulance. Yet she was not ok, not ok at all. She couldn't even stand up herself, and tiny me tried my best to hold her up, fed her with congee and water when I hugged her at the back. Even though she was the one that was really sick, the only thing she thought about was me. She worried about me getting cold without my long sleeve pj and asked me to take care of myself and not to trip over when I ran around the house busy cleaning and taking care of her. I told myself to be strong so I tried not to cry in front of her, only when I was cleaning her bowl and towel, a moment of emotional breakdown appeared. 

I have always wished there ain't just my mum and I living in here, Australia. She has been teaching me to think positively even though tough times come occasionally, but unfortunate happens to everybody so we might be the luckier ones? But then again, there has been something that is not there, is not complete...