Grains of Independence

It was after work yesterday evening—the first in what feels like many months when we could leave at 6pm as opposed to busy work-ridden 7pm or 9pm—that I went to Sunway Pyramid on a resolve to achieve two and only two things: switch to DiGi’s Smart Plan Lite from my current Hotlink Youth Plan that I had initially used when I was in Melbourne because I wanted to keep my mobile phone number and it’s the only plan that would last up till when I’m 25-26 years old or something without expiring or needing to reload.

And speaking of Melbourne, this (rare Pokemon) post would be full of it.

I spent about 20-30 minutes at the DiGi centre at the LG2 floor waiting for my turn, and the modern Malay girl who attended to me remarked with surprise that I was originally a DiGi user (because of my 016 number), switched to Maxis (because most of my friends use Maxis and it’s economically logical to make the switch before some of them switched back to DiGi… wtf…) and here I am, switching back to DiGi’s data plan. I mean, RM28 per month for 300MB is a pretty sweet deal imo – I paid only like AU$5 (RM15-ish) per month for a 75MB data plan which fit my usage at the time.

But I digress.

So I walked over to Marks & Spencer to look for my favourite Bourbon chocolate cream biscuits (which happen to be lactose-free btw =D) that cost only like RM6 per pack which could last me for 3-4 days (depending on how many I pour down my throat…). There was a deep stillness and quiet calmness in me as I browsed for the items (and I heart Marks & Spencer for labelling properly for allergy —it reminded me of the days when I went grocery-shopping nearly every few days in Melbourne at either Woolies on Swanston St or Aldi on Franklin St, and it reminded me how good and liberating freedom and independence feels like. I think the day you undertake grocery-shopping for yourself is the day that you’ve grown up a little—you no longer depend on anyone for anything anymore.

Perhaps it was something that I’ve taken for granted and overlooked during my brief 6-month stint in my favourite city in the world, but grocery-shopping—especially in Melbourne’s brilliantly cool weather (when it’s not a sizzling 40C summer)—can be quite therapeutic.