Lobak died today.
I cried with my sister.
I dunno how long it's going to take for her to walk out of grief.
After I left her house, I saw a car with the car plate ALT 217.
Its my initial and my lucky number.
God is telling me he is looking out for me. 😇
I realised the reason I like to speak in public or whenever there is a sharing session, it's because I don't have many chances to speak at home.
I am always listening to my mum, sister and friends complaining. Often I wonder why they don't ask how I am doing. It's not like I lead a perfect life.
I listen to them complain so much that I relish the opportunity of having someone listening to me.
