I almost bought food from Old Chang Kee again. Fortunately, all they had left by 8.30pm was a tray of curry puffs. That stopped me in my tracks and made me turn away. Buying from Old Chang Kee can have serious detrimental effects on my budget.
My budget, as imaginary as it is, is what I was trained into having since my primary school days. Back then, I was forced to live on 20 cents a day, which basically allows me to live on a piece of fish cake covered in chilli sold by the Malay food stall, or a small packet of cheap potato... snack things.
In secondary school, I lived on about $1.50 a day. By then, I was used to it.
In JC, it was about $3 a day. It was then that my training in being stingy truly began. Instead of eating at lunchtime, I'd sleep at the grandstand. My motivation was derived from my newly found hobby of Magic: The Gathering. If possible, I'd totally skip lunch and buy several booster packs at the end of the week.
Of course, that wasn't easy. Once in a while, I'd go out with my friends to eat at the market near the JC in order to escape from the semi-grotesque... matters they dare to pass off as food in the school canteen.
Now, I'd scrimp on anything but food and comfort. Heck, I'd even scrimp on food if I thought I wasn't going to enjoy the meal anyway. Call me stingy, but sometimes my situation dictates its necessity.
Specialists charge exorbitant prices just speaking to them. Kinda like high-class hookers but without the nudity and the sex. Yes, just letting them look at my surgical wounds and asking me if I was alright cost me a freaking $50.
Like, wtf man?!
Sticking my hand into a machine filled with moving warm sand, plus letting the physiotherapist look at my thumb costs me yet another $50.
Again, wtf man?!
I don't believe I will be going back to see the doc just to close the case. It's going to cost another $50 just to let him tell me it's ok now...
Hall's Dinner and Dance party will be held at the Butter Factory. $14 per person. Sounds great, but I'm not an official resident. And I don't even know anyone from this hall except HX and CM. Crap..
The packet of Belgian chocolate seashells I bought last weekend is not what I want. Too sweet for my taste, just like the Cadbury almond chocolate. Probably made to be some cheap crap to be sold to people who think that chocolate has to be sweet to be good. People unlike me.
Someday when I feel free enough, like maybe the weekend of the midterm break, I may buy a bottle of cheap red just to drink before bed. Maybe.
Is going to Germany for Oktoberfest considered crazy? First of all, it isn't celebrated in Oktober. Second, 8.30 Euros for a litre of beer. Third, it will be filled with drunken men squashing each other into each other. Kinda like a can of cocktail sausages, except with less "tail", more clothing and filled to the brim with german beer.
Good idea or great idea?
It is 4am right now and I'm still alive and conscious. So is this guy living next to me, on my left when I'm in the room facing the door. In fact, I just found out he's the motherfucker who slams his door all the time. Yea, he just slammed the door in my face as I closed mine before going away. Motherfucker needs to die. Someone set him up the bomb.
Seriously man, 4am and he still slams the door? Wtf is he trying to do? HX probably got a shock since he was sleeping and my door was not closed when he did it. Why do people need to be such jerks? Does he come every time he pisses someone off?
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