This year CNY is almost equivalent to epic failure.
It started off with me having to wake up at 9am because my period decided to swing by early this month. As if that’s not enough, it had to come with all its glory on its first day, mighty heavy flow, and oh, not forgetting a generous bonus of stomach cramp. Isn’t it just so bloody (pun intended) fun being a woman?
I was supposed to meet Tante for lunch in the dead place called town, but I just had to bail out because my stomach was really shitting me. It’s a sign from the Universe that I need to start exercising.
After the pain decided to subside for a little bit, I bent over, reached under my mini bedside desk where I kept my sanitary pads and a lot of other things just to find out that I RAN OUT OF MY HUGEASS SANITARY PADS. Yes, I’m this kind of woman who just has to use my ultra long pad for the first few days of my nasty days.
I freaked out. Fair Price is closed. Everywhere is closed. I couldn’t do anything except to accept the fact that tomorrow morning I will have to clean up a huge mess because tonight I will create a Pacific Ocean of stains on my bed.
Mirna has been staying over at her aunt’s place since yesterday and she will only be back tomorrow. So, today is officially the loneliest day in the world. I spent my afternoon doing laundry, surfing the vast world of internet, watching Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show on youtube (I love Karolina Kurkova, by the way), reading some Dilbert, and taking a very short nap which lasted less than half an hour.
At around 8pm, I finally gave up on this lonelines (okay, I wasn’t that emo, but I just couldn’t find a more appropriate word) and decided to take a walk to 7-11 to grab some bread for dinner. I have never been so happy being inside 7-11, the only happy place in Depot Road where people are friendly, and food are abundant despite being unbelievably overpriced.
On my way back from there, I saw this Grandma who is always in the neighborhood. She always sits around this benches-area just outside Fair Price everyday. I always suspect that she’s homeless because she is just always there no matter how late I come back from work.
On normal days, there would be tens of people walking about Depot Heights everyday making the place so lively. Sometimes, there are also people who would sit by her just for a small talk. I have also seen some very nice people giving her some food.
Once on Christmas Eve, I gave her chocolates in the shape of Santa Claus wrapped beautifully in a colourful aluminium foil resembling a santa. I passed it to her saying Merry Christmas but she just smiled and stared at my chocolate for a good few seconds not knowing what to do. I told her it’s a chocolate and she could eat it, but apparently she doesn’t speak any english, not even chinese. She speaks Hokkien. And my Hokkien skill is equivalent to nothingness. So there I was, unwrapping the foil to let her know that it’s actually edible. She looked incredibly happy. I don’t know if it’s because of the chocolate santa or because the gesture that I just made.
But today, I saw her sitting there, alone, accompanied by literally nothing but closed shops and a very cold evening breeze. I would definitely go up to her and have a small talk if only I knew how to speak Hokkien.
And there I was, standing 10 metres away behind her feeling like a jerk who whined the whole day about being lonely and all while this grandma had probably been sitting there the whole day not even knowing if she would be able to have any meals today or if she would have a place to sleep comfortably tonight. What was I thinking?
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