Saturday, February 10, 2007
Pipe's running dry...Money.
Oh how I hate the fact that we need that to survive.
Why oh why do we need those little bits of metals and pieces of paper anyway?
During this past few weeks, ever since my wallet was stolen by some who probably lost all his/her fingers because of it, my money situation doesn't seem to be getting any better.
I'm neck-deep in all this money problems and thoughts of how-the-fecking-heck-am-I-gonna-survive-the-next-few-weeks-without-the-fecking-money-that-I-fecking-need-and-curse-all-money-anyway-I-hate-it-and-I-hate-how-I-need-it-if-you-guys-hate-money-too-just-give-it-to-me-I'll-make-sure-to-take-it-all-far-far-away-from-you.
Gosh, you won't believe it.
Money is like water in an open faucet over here. You just have to keep on giving and giving. Bladdy heck, I don't think I can remember a day wherein I didn't use money in anyway over here in the Philip of Pines.
I honestly never had to handle money when I was in highschool. If I used too much back in Brunei, there was never any risk that I was
a) Gonna starve because money = food and food = strength and strength = me not dying.
b) Not gonna be able to make it to school because money = transport money and transport money = me getting to school and me getting to school = me actually finishing college and graduating in time.
Back in Brunei, my parents did all the money handling. I didn't have to worry about using too much because if I did, my mom would just scold me and cut off my allowance. Which does not mean starvation-resulting-in-imminent-death or unable-to-be-in-school-resulting-in-ultimate-failure-and-embarassment-among-my-peers.
But, unfortunately, I'm not back in Brunei.
Please take me away from here.
Lotsa love, Jana