it's not a diary. it's a JOURNAL

I am now sitting in my cubicle, thinking, it's only less than 4 hours after lunch, yet so many things happened. And none of them are work related lol. Less than 1 hour ago, Ijah sent me a dog related post (as usual hahaha) and I asked her how she's doing these days. Well, we used to meet at least twice a week, during cell group and TLG. And I know, with or without the recent changes, it's been a challenging year for both of us. So when she told me, "Surviving. But not denying that this period is very tough indeed." I FEEL YOU JAH. wkwkwkwkwkwkwkkwkwwkwkw. But let me open this post with gratitude of God's faithfulness. Last Monday, after enjoying too much Song Fa and all those café thingy with me in SG, my mom admitted to hospital. Apparently those headache were not ordinary nausea (masuk ingin. no better English translation here lol). It's dengue. We suspect she was 'bitten' in Indo because there's a dengue case nearby