Today is my birthday. I am working but I think I will get to dine at the
English Tea House or some other joint tonight. I love the English Tea House but
I feel like something Italian – tomatoey and cheesy. It has been a long time since I ate any pasta
dishes. I did eat a generous helping of lasagne in KL, before Christmas. But
that was almost half a year ago.
It was nearly a year ago that I came back to Sabah. I touched down on
the 20th of May, 2011. It has been one mighty roller coaster ride
that I am not wishing to hop on again. I came home to see my Dad who was
fighting cancer. At that stage, he wasn’t really fighting; it felt more like he
was surrendering to whatever that was coming. After my Dad’s passing, I began
to enjoy my family’s hospitality/attention even though technically, we were
still in mourning. I was even planning for a wedding! Things soured though and
by mid September, I was dumped unceremoniously.
By the end of the year, I began to experience a change that I would
never wish on anyone. As news spread, I became the rejected and used product
that I am now. I actually found this more painful than when two doctors told me
that I was in very bad shape. The health problems immediately ended my chance
to work in KL. When I got better, the job was no longer there. After Chinese
New Year, I was deemed fit enough to work as a Dish Pig and there, I stayed.
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