Day 1 Ramadhan
So today… I decided to fast. Not because I’m spiritually glowing. Not because I’m metabolically optimized. But because I thought, “Yeah… I can handle this.” Famous last words. You need to understand something. Since I got sick, I have never skipped lunch. Never. 12 PM is sacred. 12 PM is not a time. 12 PM is a survival strategy. My stomach and I have an agreement: “You don’t burn me, I don’t skip rice.” Very healthy relationship. 10 AM hits. My stomach goes: “Hey… remember "The Last"?” And I’m like, “Oh no. Not the prequel.” Suddenly I feel this little heat in my stomach. Not pain. Just… warm. But my brain? My brain goes full Netflix disaster documentary. “This is it.” “Season 2: The Return of Gastritis.” “Featuring Vertigo — now spinning in IMAX.” I’m already imagining myself collapsing dramatically in slow motion. In reality? It lasted 30 minutes. Thirty. Minutes. It left like a polite guest: “Alright bro, just checking in.” And now it’s 1:30 PM. I’m fine. No sp...