Hypoglycemia.

Also spelled hypoglycemia or hypoglycæmia.

It is a medical emergency that involves an abnormally diminished content of glucose in the blood. The term literally means "low sugar blood"

It can produce a variety of symptoms and effects but the principal problems arise from an inadequate supply of glucose to the brain, resulting in impairment of function (neuroglycopenia). Effects can range from mild dysphoria to more serious issues such as seizures, unconsciousness, and (rarely) permanent brain damage or death.

  Less common in non-diabetic persons, but can occur at any age. Among the causes are excessive insulin produced in the body (hyperinsulinemia), inborn error of metabolism, medications and poisons, alcohol, hormone deficiencies, prolonged starvation (THIS IS LESS LIKELY THE CAUSE SINCE I ALWAYS EAT!), alterations of metabolism associated with infection, and organ failure.

It is often self-diagnosed and self-medicated orally by the ingestion of balanced meals.

And that is the definition copied from Wiki. I have no clue whatsoever to how this can even happen to me. It's so weird. I know I have been having low blood pressure since the appendicitis surgery, but what happened last Thursday was something I've never gotten for a very long time already.

So, I was looking into my desktop at work, when suddenly I couldn't breathe properly and my heart started beating really fast. I leaned back on my chair and took a few deep breaths. Didn't work, in fact it got harder to breathe. So, I swallowed big gulps of water thinking that it might help. Nope. I leaned back immediately after that because my vision started to blur and within seconds, blackout happened. I couldn't open my eyes because the pain on my head was so intense and my whole body sort of just jelly-ed. I couldn't even pick up my phone from the table. I remembered feeling SUCH DISCOMFORT that's beyond words all over my body that few minutes. Cold sweat all over me. My office is a very cold place (you would kinda know if you follow me on Twitter) and my sweat was dripping to my back from my short hair.

It's crazy because my colleague turned to me and saw that my face was pale white including my lips. I called Koay 7 times after I got the strength to dial. 7 times because he wasn't with this phone. Wahh. Stress okayy. I thought that I couldn't even walk to his car, that he had to come up and actually carry me. But, thank God I regained back some strength to walk to the lif and to his car. It's crazy. I thank god with my whole being that I'm feeling better now and that it happened. But there is no way that I want that to happen again. NO WAY.

Thank God for chairs. If not, I would have fallen on the ground and it would seem like a big drama thing. And thank God I wasn't out on sales call. I was supposed to drive to Prai but decided to go on Friday instead. In the end didn't go also because I was on MC and couldn't drive for the next couple of days. It's mad crazy.

Now, I'm taking Sangobion, to increase iron due to the low blood pressure and stuff. Other than that, I have to take breakfast. Now, this is the difficult part. I only eat breakfast on weekends or holidays usually. I'm just not a breakfast person. So far, i find it still torturing having to swallow food down my throst early in the morning. DIFFICULT.

So, that's roughly what kinda happened last week towards the weekend. Other than celebrating Koay's birthday. I wonder if he's starting to feel as old as I am.. I remembered when I celebrated my 23rd, I didn't want to celebrate my other upcoming birthdays. It feels so horrible. Makes me feel so old. Goodness. But still, I'm thanking God that I'm still a breathing creation today.

Gonna continue writing the bible now. Peace out :)

Quick Sunday.

HELLO!

Just came back from little girl, Sabrina's first pink-polkadot-themed-birthday-party! Feeling a little woozy after coming home. Hmmm. Well, this week has been a very packed one. Hardly get any good sleep due to activities and plans here and there. The boy is definitely KO-ed at this moment. For me, the body is acting very weird. It feels horrible that you know you don't really have control to what the body is doing. Sucky feeling. Oh wellz, prayer always made me feel better if not okay 100%. 

Goodnight ya'll. 

Adrian, 23 years old and Sha Lynn, 3 months old.

So, today is two person's big day!

Baby girl is chun chun 3months to this date. Can't believe that it was 3 months ago that she came to this earth and we saw her pretty face for the first time. 

And then we have Koay who hits 23 today. Blessed Birthday Bangla! 

Here's a triple B for you! 

LOVE THEM BOTH TO THE MOON AND BACK!

Handwritten Bible.

So, in one of my previous post, I mentioned very briefly that I was gonna plan to write the Bible, message version.

And write the Bible, I did.

Yep, I actually decided to re-write the Bible, no matter how long it shall take. A man in the US took 4 years to finish the whole Bible, by writing it all by himself. King James version.

And I got inspired after reading that at a small corner of a magazine. Crazy huh? At least, it kinda gives me "something" sort of "feeling"! A good kind of feeling. A very therapeutic feeling. This feels even better than shopping.

So, to prepare for the first day to launch this writing Bible, I went and get a specific blue pen, and specific kind of A4 papers (which in the end I just took a new stack from Van's because I've got no time to buy).

So far, I've written till Genesis chapter nine and verse 29. This is the beginning and though I just realized that there's so much more to write and though I'm nowhere near the second book, I will still try to finish the whole holy book in three years.

A bible verse/chapter a day, will keep this heart in tune everyday. Okay, maybe it's not very rhythm-ic.

Oh wellz.

Ben Can Really Cook.

We called for a council meeting without the pastors to re-align certain things in fireBRANDS, and because Ben offered to do it in his house, he of course offered to cook his ever-famous-aglio-olio for us. For us, it's OF COURSE WHY NOT! Initially, I only expected for his signature spaghetti for dinner, but when we got there, it was way more than just a pasta dish.

IT WAS A FINE DINING Ben's style. No kidding! When we arrived, we could smell all those

wonderful herbs smell and he didn't want us to do anything, so we just sat and watched Masterchef Australia Season 4, which by the way did not help to make our hunger less. Imagine looking at those yummy food on the TV and smelling the aroma from Ben's kitchen.

Special thanks to Aunty Mee Thiew and Ben for blessing us with this amazing spread of lovely food!

We had Ben's amazing aglio olio spaghetti, roasted pork fillet with special Ben's sauce, squashed sweet potatoes, the ever amazing green salad and crispy garlic bread. THERE WERE NO LEFTOVER! NONE! ZERO!

It was that gooooood! So blessed.

Last night's council meeting was one of the longest that I've had. We talked about what we really feel, no filter. But whatever was spoken between those walls stays there. I'm thankful for this team.

Anyways, Ben should really start a catering service. Or a cafe. Or a Pasta Corner. Or just anything! You're an amazing cook, Mr Song Min. First time, I had three servings of spaghetti which is like so rare.

:)

The tummy was happy last night.

PTPTN Loan Turned Scholarship.

I mentioned once in Saturday Youth Service how God had blessed me way beyond my expectation in regards to my studies and college stuff. So, I have just received the official letter from the government turning my RM48,000 PTPTN loan into a full 100% scholarship. It is insane. I mean, all this while I knew I didn't have to pay it back since my graduation days, but to get the official letter is just a very rewarding moment and a reminder of how crazy God is. He is able to do anything.

A week before I got this letter, a friend told me that he was asked to pay back the "extra" that we got throughout our whole 3 years course. Because my course fee was only RM40,000 and I was given RM48,000 I had to pay back RM8,000. That was according to the government-person that spoke to my friend. And he did actually pay back the extra RM8,000. He was a first-class honor student too. But when I heard that, I knew God is in charge. So, I wasn't bothered by that info. A week later, a letter that clarified otherwise. Whoa. Crazy huh. 

It gets easier like 0.1% each time I go through this kind of thing with the Big Man. It always gets easier trusting that He is in FULL control. His ways are the most rewarding. His timing is chun-nest of all. I'm grateful. Very grateful.

Two years already since we parted ways. College people, appreciate every moment you spend with your collegemates. Those times are precious. You may not see/feel/know it now. But once you leave and graduate, every part of your being wishes that you could turn back time once again. Maybe except for those assignments due dates and exams. But the hanging out and road trips and the group study till midnight and sleepover parties, boy do I miss them madly. Not to forget, all the unnecessary dramas. Now, to plan for a dinner together with the full clan also takes forever. I miss being crazy and loud in classes. You really do not know the value of a moment until it becomes a memory. It's really true.

Unbelievable Monday.