let lemons be angry

Sharon is one year older, and our table has two additions. So we congregated and put our hands together over the sink and made a pact to protect each other when more difficult times come.

And now it's horrortime.

1. Aimei has been getting mysterious silent calls from a foreign number. The international code belongs to Australia, Christmas Islands or Cocos Islands. She keeps picking up because she's curious, and says she can hear the caller listening, and once maybe crying.
On Saturday morning I got the call too. The same number, the same silence.

2. I cut my hair one night as I like to do before I sleep. The next morning the pair of scissors was gone. I panicked because it's a precious expensive professional haircutting pair, and because I've thrown things away when I'm sleepy. Then my mother told me she found my scissors on her chest of drawers. I can't explain it, but I'm relieved. The same way I couldn't explain how I woke up blanketless one morning and found my blanket draped over my mother's chair. I sleep on a doubledecker. All this night travel isn't very safe for me.

3. But the most horrifying thing is how irresponsible I've become. I'm sorry for hiding behind the wall when I saw you, and for taking an escape route to avoid you. And sorry for the diva attitude in my emails. And sorry for being deliberately m.i.a. in meetings. I just can't take any more work! I promise this is not my usual behavior and I will revert to a more cooperative me in due time.