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Money money money... It's so funny...

How's money funny? I can't imagine it to be funny, not even in a rich man's world. Doesn't strike me as anything hilarious.
But... with money comes power, and people can become mad with power. So when you're mad you laugh I guess. I mean whether it's funny or not the mad person won't know, he'll just laugh. Uh huh....
Man... who wrote that damn song. What's the title anyway?

Which reminds me, money does bring about this subtle sense of power. I remember when I went browsing a game store this kid popped by the shopkeeper and... (You remember this sharmila?)
Kid: How much is that game?
Shopkeeper: $79 -gives a fake yet mocking painful expression to kid-
Kid: -Looks disappointed-

When it was my turn...
Me: Hi, how much is that game?
Shopkeeper: $85 -smiles-
Me: Ah. Okay thanks.

See the difference in reaction?!?!?! Hahaha. I am expected to be able to afford such a huge sum of money but a kid isn't! Bow to me and be my servant kid! Then I'll consider getting the game you want for you. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! -I'm not good with kids-
I have the POWA!

Bet you all feel the same way too. Like when you've hit these teenage years suddenly you feel this upward inflex of power bestowed upon you. In the form of money I mean.
Suddenly we can buy things that we want (that are within our income btw...) without asking our parent's permission!!! Remember when you were young, and you had to BEG your parents to get you something as cheap as Pocky? Oh that was pathetic now you think of it. But you've seen kids crying over not being able to get a small packet of sweet that costs only $2. A measely amount when we look at it. But that poor penniless kid.... $2 is like WHOA!!! It's true. Oh but those parents were annoying. Like mine. I wonder how I lived.

(This is the memory that you brought back when you bought Pocky to share, Meena)
When I was a penniless sproutling, I loved snacks. We all did, admit it. But my parents would RARELY(about once every month) allow me even a box of Hello Panda or Pocky. Then on special occassions(blue moon), I get to have a bag of potato chips. Never all to myself. Always only allowed to eat a limited amount. AND I'LL SAVOUR EVERY BITE INTO THE POTATO CHIP. By the next day, if I was planning to continue finishing the packet up, it'll already be gone. Maybe that's why now I'm making often trips to NTUC to supply myself with snacks. After-effects of childhood deprivation.

Not blogging as often as JC suddenly seems to leave me everyday exhausted. And everyday I worry about the next econs tutorial. It's total humiliation with that tutor. She's the type that'll call you "STUPID" if you can't answer her incomprehendable question. Now that's something to look forward to. Heh heh..... F*** =)

posted by Cineja @ 6:25 PM