The Big Red

No, it’s not about that Richard Gere movie.

It’s only been 7 days going into Ramadhan and I’m already 5 days behind. Its times like this I just hate being a woman. Stupid period!! You’re early, you know that!! I’ve asked hubby to buy me a big can of pineapples. It works..I’ve tried it. Of course, there are repercussions like having to change my pad every hour but I can live with that. What I can’t live with is having to “ganti puasa” up to 40 days again.

Having lunch at work is a hassle during Ramadhan. You have to be discreet; don’t give a chance to your male colleagues to use the “PMS” excuse on you. Most food outlets don’t open in the afternoon and when you’re working where I am, your choices are limited to begin with.

So today I did the next best thing. I bought food from home. Except today I was in a rush and didn’t have time to reheat the soto hubby had bought yesterday. So I slobbered some jam on five pieces of bread and took those instead. 5 pieces of bread with strawberry jam, that’s all I have to last me through the day. I should really start a food stash instead.