Almost Homeless

This morning, I visited a Catholic church with my new landlady. I’ve never had a landlord or landlady before throughout my working life. Had always been accidentally lucky enough to be provided with accommodation without ever having to pay for rental.

I had been working in a school for the past few months and had moved into the school hostel not too long after starting to work here because M had told me to leave his apartment.

Just last Tuesday, I had asked the lady boss if I could be excused from night-time hostel duty on Monday because I had an evening class to attend. She immediately told me to leave the school hostel and find a place outside to stay in. I couldn’t feel anything anymore by then. I’ve reached this stage in my life where I’m just already completely numb to feeling pain, rejection and dejection.

Knowing her, she’d intentionally make me move out from the school hostel within just a few days’ time. True enough, I was told by the Human Resource girl that I had to move out before the week is out. That was the second time I was made almost homeless in this foreign country.  The first time was when M told me to get out from his apartment (guess he got bored of having me around by then and had to think of a creative way to politely kick me out).

I know there is a God up there somehow despite the fact that church-goers can be complete duds at most times. I managed to find a decent place to stay in 2 days later at an extremely strategic location.  

The landlady’s daughter and another girl stay in that same apartment I’m now staying in. Both girls come from divorced families. I know how they feel. I would understand them totally if they wouldn’t want to ever be involved with any guy at all in their entire lives because it really hurts to completely give yourself to a man only to have him suddenly push you away from him and then have him behave as though you’ve never existed before in his life.

It’ll be Valentine’s Day tomorrow. I’ve never been on a Valentine’s Day date before in my entire life. When my relationship with M started one week before Valentine’s Day, I could only wish him from my home as Chinese New Year had coincided with Valentine’s Day last year. Come to think of it again, M has not celebrated Chinese New Year with his parents for the past few years (because he's just so emotionally retarded).

I’m thankful for being able to find a decent room to stay in so soon. I hope lady boss dies in an accident soon because she made me cancel my Christmas flight ticket home and ordered me to clean the school hostel until midnight on Christmas Eve last year.