The world is too small. Of all places bumping into a blot in my history when I was getting the charger for the Casio. AnduhmIwentandboughtacameratoo. I'm not very good at small-talk, hell I don't even pass the average mark. I'm a fish out of water in social settings, more so when facing things oops, I meant people, from my past. It gives me the shivers, literally. I tremble and my flight instinct takes over.

That aside. Bloody Cbank, for many reasons. But this means more shots, since I want to get an album of my last vestiges of sanity (and a birthday present for many people) ready. Totally not following my savings/budget plan. I need to be more... informed. Or screw that and let my financial advisor sort out the kaching for me. $100 - $150 every month. Frozen assets. That be good. I'd try StanChart but I don't think I earn enough to qualify even decent customer service.

Hate it how people treat you according to how you look and how much you earn a year. It's not as if I'm stuck up and pretentious. I have manners, I say 'thank you' and 'please' and 'excuse me' (ok, so the tone varies in different situations) and I give up my seat to old people and pregnant ladies and parents with errant kids. Don't get me started on kids. Truth of the matter, I come to your establishment and I have money. It depends on whether I want to part with that money. It don't matter if you're all posh and chichi, if your service sucks and I have the moolah (I could dress like a schmuck and earn 10k a month), I ain't gonna hand it over to you. No matter how much I want whatever it is you're selling.

Then again comes the issue of people who don't earn a lot but pretend and act like they do. Flash and bling and everything else and it's hilarious when later on they say that they're broke and skimp on a lot of things. Opportunity cost? Mayhaps.

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