Gloomy Mandarin Lime

[Gloomy Sunday on air]

Years passed by yet my brain refused to process that particular memory into regression. While the Chinese folks delightfully wait for that significant change of numbers, here I am, rewinding those days in repetitive, dull, yet tormenting fashion. Being 20 percent Chinese, I didn't have the chance to understand thoroughly what's the celebration is all about. Regrets are absolutely useless, so are all the pain and embarrassment in the past yet what am I doing here, as if the past is alterable?

So they say we can leave the past but the past never leaves us. I thought that was ridiculous but now it seems so true. I can still remember those beautiful, meaningful days like it was yesterday. The past never did leave me. Sometimes it strikes me deeply how changes are absolutely meaningless, so is existence, as the nihilist said. Nothing is ever meaningful, they say, nothing is fact, because after all we're bound with perspectives. Perspectives, which sometimes some of us impose to others to become truths.

Orange, round, juicy, sweet and occasionally hellishly sour, Mandarin lime is my definition of Chinese New Year. The world is full of insignificant little things, big dirty lies and propaganda and things we will never understand. Mandarin lime, a confirmed trifle but it's one those little happiness we look forward to have at times. But little did I know those little happiness we held dear could turn to nightmare.

Seven days.

Seven days of irregular bowel movement. Seven days of massive diarrhea. Seven days of sleepless nights. Seven days of deadly dehydration. Seven days of sleeping on top of pins and needles.

Too much of a good thing, that was the case. Nothing is ever good when done beyond moderation. So is Vitamin C.

Never, never eat two boxes of Mandarin lime, alone. You can actually have too much of a good thing.

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Happy Chinese New Year!