Sometimes I feel most comfortable when I'm out with my colleagues and close-close friends. I don't feel like we're poles apart. And for many hours, I can forget that the world is made up of huge disparities. Look at the newspapers every Sunday. There's always a millionaire featured. Check out Channel E on Sundays. Forbes' 20 supermodels/celebrities/hip hop singers who made bank. These people seem like they live on another planet and I could forget that they exist the moment I close that newspapers or switch off the television. The truth is ... personally I know of people who are so rich. Perhaps not as rich but rich enough to spend thousands on bags almost every month.

There's really a difference between being in Orchard and being in the suburbs. I feel rich when I'm in the suburbs but really poor when I'm in Orchard. Almost every one is carrying a branded bag. Or drives a super-branded car. Walk in Ngee Ann City or Paragon and branded shops are filled with branded people just looking for something to catch their fancy enough to flash their branded cards.

I don't have that. I'm so poor compared to these people. What's a hundred to them? On the other hand, a hundred is a lot of money to me. Money is power, I believe that. Money doesn't buy one happiness but without money, one can't ever be happy. Because let's be realistic here, money buys a whole hell lot of stuff which without, would make your life a miserable one. And I'm not talking about things we want, I'm talking about things we NEED.

I should learn to live my middle income life. No doubt the future looks really sunny bright, I should not be thinking of living a life that belongs to the future. I should live my life now as it is. I should learn to accept that I belong to the middle-income group and not think of all the branded bags, shoes and branded everything else. Life would be happier that way. So well, the definition of happiness is to be contented with what I have. It may not be the most stunning, it's still comfortable.

Is it too late to make amends and change my life now?

I have three blogs at three different places and I like that.

LJ is for everyone to read. Geez, not much privacy there. Vox is for my deepest secrets. And here, here's for my own ramblings because the readership is so low, if there's any at all.

It's going to be a gruelling one week ahead. So not looking forward to it. I have wanted to take a day off (mentally ill if I may) but I can't because exams are around the corner and it's so wrong to be going off, even for a day. Bloody hell.

However, I'm looking forward to the next weekend! So many things are going to happen next weekend. So many until I could not remember some. Husband's birthday, birthing, start of a good break away from the kids, and supposedly, the departure of the Gerard Darel bag(s !!!) from Paris to moi! I can't wait to hear from Monsieur Benhamou! He's going to make me a pauper. But a delighted one.

In between the week, I'm expecting a few packages too. And bills. Ugh.

When I woke up this morning, the husband was still sleeping. I was flipping through the papers for Urban but I caught a glimpse of Home's mainpage - More dogs are abandoned. With Sandy, our mutt saver friend on the cover.

A quick read told me that because the microchipping option for new pet owners would either be too troublesome or too costly and if not done, owners would be fined. So that's a right to abandon the dogs?

I curse these bastards/jerks/assholes/parasites. I may feel a little guilty when I wrote beside the newspaper article, "I hope they will get abandoned one day in their lives" but I meant every single word of it. The husband read it when he woke up and he agreed with me.

These damned owners never even bothered to put the dogs up for adoption. They chose to just throw the dogs out. There's no excuse for this behaviour. In any case, don't think they're much of dog owners.

We used to stop and think that our brats are not as lucky as other dogs. They don't get our attention and love 24/7. They don't get to sleep in air-conditioned rooms 24/7. But in retrospect, I think these brats have it very good. They get home-cooked food, punctually, even though we have to rush home to cook, they get the best of health care we can provide, their shampoos cost more than mine, and I don't subject them to kimonos or shorts or dresses just to make me amused.

May they burn in hell. He who has no respeect for his fellow earthlings.

Wooohoooo.


Just found out that I have access to the Turner Classic Movies channel. *happy dance*

I was thinking of re-subscribing to Hollywoodclicks just to get to watch some classic movies. Now, there's no need.

Sucks that the airings for the next few days are none in the 30s (I just missed A Night at the Opera), but there's still time yet.

My co-star actually said that I should look at Audrey Hepburn for inspiration. But I just googled Audrey. If she's born in 1929 (which she was!), then in 1932, she would only be 3 years old! Audrey's movies were in the late 40s to 50s, and even 60s. Definitely not 30s.

I am looking at Katherine Hepburn, Colette Colbert, Greta Garbo and especially Mae West for inspiration.

I never knew I have an account with Blogger. I am utterly surprised at the name I chose for this blog even. Karefree karousel?! Karelessly in love?! Where did that come from?