Money the Root of Evil. Evil the Root of Life.

Don't want a cruel life? Live as an animal. And protect yourself while you're at it.

I'm writing this with a painful left ear, tonnes of reading to do and an important presentation tomorrow. Why? I really don't know. The past few days of my life have really been a blur. What just happened really didn't help.

My family went for the regular after-dinner stroll. Nothing unusual. Then my father asked about some business deal. He had done the work, now my mother had to chase for the payment. You know how it is with people... you can't trust them with payments. They'll try every excuse they have to stall the payment. Why? Beats me. Some people get a kick from not doing their work, from not paying someone for his work.

As expected, the money hasn't come in. Now, I don't blame my father, cos he really works till quite late in a company he doesn't really like. So he starts throwing his temper. The stroll ended up being really uncomfortable and we made our own way back home. (Interestingly, there were 3 ways to get home from where we were.)

So this is where the title comes in. Is money worth a whole night of discomfort for the whole family? What's so great about money anyway? Ultimately, isn't it just a man-made object to facilitate trade? How and why did it become so evil? I don't think I would want to opine on the questions I just asked. I'm not in the mood to do so, and it'll probably end up with a secular argument anyway.

However, the train of thought led me to my choice of studies. Why accountancy? Isn't it ultimately about counting other people's money? If money is so evil, why did I end up choosing a course that deals with it? Is it because everyone covets money, and if by relating yourself to money, you could earn a living, nothing else matters?

Again, my thoughts rushed off like a bullet train. So what is life all about anyway? Just to earn a living? Money again. Save the world? So troublesome, and really not feasible. Do charity, perhaps? Groans everywhere. How am I supposed to live comfortably if I devote myself to charity, you ask. You need the money to survive!

So my conclusion as I sat alone pondering was that life and money are too intertwined. And since money is so evil, life is evil too. But who's complaining? There's money to be made. -Jimmy

Doh! Its Glass!

Let's all bow our heads in prayer... for Jimmy's pride has just taken a hard one. On a glass swing door. Jim, you might wanna not try driving for a while.
To all the clueless duddettes reading this(wat? There are dudes too? Ok to you too then), Here's wat happened. And despite my love of fiction, i assure you that this REALLY happened.

We were at Marina Square shopping ctr, just taking a nice walk, talking about the latest crap movie showing. It was after dinner at DKNY, Hanes treat. Me, Hanes, Rean, and Jim were walking along a wall leading to the cinema entrance. We all, with the exception of you-know-who, noticed the glass door at the entrance. It was swung open already, and had a shy, inconspicuous white sticker line about the height of an average guy's eye level.

So there we were. Night time. Dim light. Glass Door. Shorter than average guy.
It was inevitable. Poor Jimmy walked STRAIGHT into the door. Hahaha! Jim, sorry dude, its good blog material. How's your nose by the way? Gee... I've always wondered what they meant by supercooled liquid. Thanks man, now i know. Means you cant walk into it buddy!!!

But then again, this explains a lot more.Like for example, your flat nose hahaha!
Oh by the way, don't try this at home kids, or anywhere else for that matter. -Izz



Okay. Now that this unfortunate predicament has been made public, I shall state a few things in rebuttal.

Firstly, let me explain that the corridor was really, really dark. There were no reflections on the glass, and the sticker wasn't very visible. In fact, the glass was cleaned so well that I did not even see it until I felt it. Kudos to the the cleaners at Marina Centre, I guess.

Secondly, we were really enjoying a nice after-dinner chat. Guess I was somewhat distracted and didn't take note of my path. (I know it's a lousy excuse, but just play along, will ya?)

Thirdly, I do not have a flat nose! I guess Izzy's just jealous... I'll delve into that next time.
-Jimmy
PS: It was NYDC we ate at, not DKNY! The latter is a fashion label, you toot!

NYDC? Oh ya hor... God, i really need some coffee now. - Izzahar