4 days, and i've done 5 interviews, completed 2 assignments, filmed twice, edited once, planned and turned up for a 21st, conducted a focus group, and it's only tuesday.

on monday in lecture we watched an old press release during the initial SARS period. the topic came around to how nurses were ostracised from public transport, and i thought of my mum. how she went to work everyday fighting the battle, how she had that worried look on her face while suggesting the whole family leave her at home and go stay with my grandma for the time being, how she lost her temper and busied around flusteredly when i came home with a fever the first day after all schools reopened.

today while we were editing, an fyp student was working on her video in the terminal infront, and i was just drawn in, just drawn in. it showed how a daughter brought her foreign boyfriend home to see her father, who had a hard time accepting the fact that his little girl had grown up. the father's flashbacks to her childhood and the painful look in his eyes made me pensive, made me pensive.

i am really, really, missing my magnets.