Give me Love and Money, I have the rest already

Following the lost of my wallet, I found out that I am in a vulnerable financial state. I cannot respond well to a simple setback and the main reason is because I do not have savings. And I made a secret oath to myself that I will never keep a handphone or wallet if I find one, regardless the value of the object (well if it’s money then it’s a different thing).

It sets me thinking, is there something wrong with my lifestyle? Am I leading a lifestyle that my monthly earnings do not allow me to? Though this is not the 1st time that I asked myself this question, I have never been able to answer it and convince myself. In the past I have always shrugged off the question by telling myself that it’s because I am not working yet, that’s why I do not have enough to save. But even when I have a stable job and let’s say if I can draw a comfortable salary, would I have savings? Or would I come up with more excuses for myself?

And why is it always so easy to win over a person’s heart with material gains? My father and brother, both whom I do not really adore, they both made sacrifices to my losing of belongings. My father gave me $200 to replace my lost cards and my brother offered his phone to me while he used my father’s old 6510. Because of their gestures, I suddenly felt that blood is indeed thick ( but not thicker than money). I don’t understand why I feel this way although I know I’m not supposed to. I’m suppose to love them, with or without the gifts. I don’t want to feel cheap, but I can’t deny it.

Alice gave me a wallet which she intended to use when she’s starts to work. Though she said I can return the favour in the future by buying her a LV wallet, But I know she doesn’t mean it ( or does she?).

Now I’m considering if I should carry my IC with me in the future. I reported the case to the police as a lost case. But Cat told me I should have said it’s stolen as it’ll earn me a lighter penalty ( why didn’t anybody tell me this before I made the report). And that leaves me in a dilemma; should I take the risk and contradict my report to ICA with the one I made to the police?

Damn the faggot who took my stuff.

I lost my wallet and handphone today. I am very sad. Period.

I have decided to give blogging a shot, as much as I am prejudiced against it due to all the newspaper articles I have read about bloggers getting into trouble. Reason? I wish to be able to open a small window into my life, from which my friends can peek into my status quo, sitting where they are most comfortable (in front of their computers). In this fast paced society, with all my friends entering the workforce and beginning their relentless, never-ending pursuit of money and a better life ( a better life is defined by what car you drive?), there is virtually no time for meetings and socialising and activities and celebrating birthdays and enjoying each other companies and cheese pratas and playing beach volleyball and coffee beaning. BUT, there is time in the virtual world because everybody spends quite a substantial amount of time online. So let the virtual socialising begin!

Mission: to create a blog that stretches objectiveness to it’s limit, won’t give people reading the impression that I am writing to impress, and most importantly, tells the truth.

End of papers means that I can take a breather, watch TV without suddenly feeling a pang of guilt, and some time to spend with my little niece. My sister’s a mother now and I am Ah-Gu. Gu chi gu chi gu….My mother becomes a stay-in nanny-cum-Ah-ma. The house feels different without her, and I kind of miss her (only because the laundry is piling up?).

So like a bird out of cage I flew down to Orchard today, eager to enjoy myself after the many guard duties I served at the library. I bought a pair of leather shoes even though my pocket is even more shallow than the baby pool. I did, however, minimized losses by making my purchase at Bata instead of Beetle Bug. The sales person managed to convince me to buy a bottle of mink oil to protect my leather. After I bought it, I discovered that mink is a small cute animal that looks something like a beaver. Did I just encourage the killing of some innocent creature? I sure hope not…..