The Lenten season is always a sensitive/sentimental time for me. It was 3 years ago when I found out my mom had Breast Cancer. I won’t elaborate on how it happened but I remembered it being the Holy Week when we found out exactly. I wasn’t so scared then but I was definitely worried. I was trying to be strong, all the while subcionsciously gathering my fear in unknown places because I was more scared after everything passed. During that time I remember being really thankful to my bestest friends for being there for me all the way, especially Noemi and Chino who stuck through one full day with me when my mom was in the operating bed in the neighboring country Singapore while I was stuck in Jakarta wondering what the hell was happening to my life and how it came this way. I don’t usually dwell on my mom’s sickness but sometimes (like now) I can’t help but feel like crying when I think about how much she went through and how strong …

The past two days my one true companion has been the tissue box. One thing I hate about being sick BESIDES being sick itself is how much tissue I waste because of blowing my nose or coughing out germs. It’s so bad for the environment but it’s the fastest way to go. I’ve been going to the office because I can’t afford to stay home. I’ve only been working here 3 months and I’m leaving for the Philippines at the end of this month for a vacation and I really don’t wanna waste that just coz I have the flu. The good thing about working here is that we have a company doctor who comes in a couple of times a week so I got myself checked and he prescribed some meds so I hope I’ll be good to go because my nose, lungs and throat are so so worn out already it’s annoying. Sleep has been okay, but waking up with your nose blocked is certainly not the way to go. This is my …