Oh Lord... How I Wish For Rain...

Funny how the good things in life turns out to be a dud, especially when it your friends turn out to be ‘duds’. Friends that you used to hang out with turns out to be not much of a friend at all. I do admit that in my problem, I’m partial to the cause. Guess I am my own demise. Whatever happened to ‘Leave no man behind?’ I’m left out so many times that i began to just flush my feelings down the bowl. ‘Friends Forever’ is so much of a bullshit that I learned that keeping to one’s self is the best option. No degradations, no misunderstandings, no lectures nor abashment. So what if I don’t make as much as them. At least I got a real job. I don’t like working for others cause their expectations are dreadful. I mean, you give out an arm and a leg, literally, and they go for your head too. I am my own boss. Screw all them people who call themselves managers or bosses but yet can’t get their hands wet. I realize that I’m not financially able to be social with people, but I never expect them to be in the first place. my idea of fun is just getting together with the least amount of money. Talking doesn’t cost a thing, just time. I see people going to clubs and chic cafes and I think, is it all worth it?

"I work so I could make money to have fun lor…"

Oh yes, heard that one already. Go ahead and spend everything. What you eat or drink will eventually go out of your system anyway, so go ahead and purchase those expensive sushi’s or that designer-priced coffee. Money spent for your fun’s can feed a family of 12 for 4and a half weeks. Where’s the fun now? Go check ‘covetousness’ in the net, and tell me, some of you, that’s not your middle name.

Me? I take my girlfriend out for a nice dinner once a month, a new handbag or a pair of shoes, movies… well, that’s all i could afford (for now..). At least I try. Money is not a priority anyway. But guess I’m the only eccentric amongst the crowd here. I detest money-minded-robotic morons. Really, the only reason relationship don’t work these days is cause of money. Too much, you’re fucked. Not enough, you’re fucked. The rich don’t understand what love really means cause they can afford to buy love at their leisure, like it or not, thats the awful truth. The poor can’t even afford to keep a girl happy, unless she herself don’t mind moping in dirt. LOVE ENDS WHERE MONEY BEGINS!!!

Real love is something that remains loyal in good times and bad, especially the bad. I know a number of people who can’t live without spending $200 a day. And they have the nerve to say that I can’t control my finances. Well guess what dweebs, I don’t have a rich daddy or mummy like you un-independent babies. Can’t do anything without mum’s and dad’s checking account. I bet you all gots a joint credit account with your parents. HAH!!! I may not be rich now, but I still got a heart.

And so shall I say,

"Screw all ye who abandon ye friendship. There nay any worth in pursuit of unity if all me gets is a dirk in me back. Me loyalty ne’er come cheap, but’ll yer pays is trust. I’ll gut meself b’fore me ends up wif ta likes of ye scum-buckets! Yer ain’t gittin ‘ny luv frm me!"