Bad news comes when we least expect it. No warning. It doesn’t care whether we are having a great time or the best time in our life.

The grandpa suddenly felt on the floor this morning while he was doing his daily small exercise at home. The stroke came back, he had a problem with talking, the waist bone or whatever part it is was said to be broken. He is now at the hospital.

And I was spending my whole afternoon hahahihi with the colleagues at Pisa Cafe without knowing the news. Sigh. I’m not in the mood to write more about the day.