Kangen Water

Kangen Water

At first, I was skeptical— as if drinking a certain water could really shift the tides of my health.

Skeptical, despite the flood of testimonials on the internet— those magical stories where ailments vanish like a well-rehearsed trick.

I tried their other waters—Strong Acid, Beauty Water, Strong Kangen—
and slowly, almost imperceptibly, my skin began to whisper a different story.

So I took the plunge, making Kangen Water part of my daily ritual.

The first week was rough.

My stomach rebelled, sending me on a marathon of discomfort.

I asked the seller, “Is this normal?”

They smiled knowingly—“It’s your body detoxing, flushing out the shadows.”

And today, I finally believe.

I live with Endometriosis—a silent storm of pain and chaos.

Where a normal period might last seven days or less, mine stretch into weeks—sometimes two— and after my divorce, the pain grew heavier still.

Four months without a single sign, and then, today—life returns, the cycle begins again.

Alhamdulillah.

Maybe it’s the water.

Maybe it’s something deeper.

But for now, I’ll hold on to this small miracle.

Mr Romeo

Alhamdulillah—for everything that’s led me here, for every twist of fate that brought me to know this remarkable gentleman.

I never imagined I’d feel this way again— smiling uncontrollably, cheeks flushed with a shy warmth, laughing freely, my face lighting up with a grin too wide to hide.

Our story is a little unusual, a digital dance of connection— first through private emails, then personal ones, whispers across WhatsApp and the occasional text.

Despite the six-hour time gap, the three or four years that separate our calendars, and the differences our cultures paint between us— we share more in common than I ever expected.

He is smart, kind, open-minded, and disarmingly cute, with a quirky sense of humor that catches me off guard.

A gentleman, yes—chivalry alive and well in his every move.

Sweet, romantic, and unabashedly a cat lover.

He has this gentle, unique way of encouraging me to be my best, lifting me when I’m weighed down, turning my troubles into mere shadows with his quiet cheer.

He’s spoken of intentions—future promises whispered softly, and if destiny wills it, I hope our story will stretch into forever.

Good night, Mr. Romeo.