Blank Thoughts

It’s the 7th month – the month where ghosts/spirits/’dirty’ things/they-who-cannot-be-mentioned/pontianaks roam the earth (mainly where there are Chinese), amongst the ashes, joss sticks, candles and smoke. While I walked to the bus stop to go to work in the morning – everywhere seems like a war-torn zone. The remains of the fruits toppled all over, scattered ashes, melted wax and remaining sticks of the candles and joss sticks stuck all askew in the grass, burnt grass patches. It’s kinda eerie actually. Especially when the mornings are so quiet in comparison to the noisy clambouring nights before cos of the getais.

Let’s see if the crazy woman from that block still dares to throw her used sanitary pads out of her window. They say that pontianaks pick bloodied pads that are strewn carelessly by lazy/crazy women, and suck those pads dry. Then these women, will fall sick and slowly succumb to death. Hm. It’s most prolly a story to deter women from being unhygienic and inconsiderate. But let’s see. Let’s see.