Sunday, December 26, 2004

My dad found $30 in a male toilet today. Why aren't I so lucky?! Damn. Okay, $30 isn't a lot of money in this day and age, but still, it could've gotten me like 6 McDonald's EVM from NTU (not outside cuz they cost more than $5 for each EVM), or a brand new tee from Zara or some other store in town, or 9 three-for-$10 t-shirts from any pasar malam in Singapore. I refuse to compare the $30 to the number of packets of chicken rice that I could've bought. It's time to change the old "adage" of equating $2 to chicken rice, and therefore $30 would have gotten me 15 packets of yummy chicken rice. No? No!

First of all, chicken rice costs at least $2.50 a packet now. So the $2 a packet is very, extremely outdated. For stalls who still charge $2 per packet, maybe you should follow the trend set by other hawkers.

I don't care whether chicken rice lovers come after me, because I do not really have an avid love towards the dish. Or maybe I haven't been eating at the right places. Usually I get plates of not-fragrant-at-all rice, with not-boneless, greasy, stiff, rubbery chicken in pathetic servings. I just don't see what is the big hoo-ha over it, be it locals or foreigners. Or perhaps it's just my insignificant preference.

Alrighty, I think I'm digressing too much. Anyway, what I wanted to say was that I wish I could be fortunate enough to actually pick money off the streets. And this is excluding the times when I picked up 5 cents or 20 cents. The biggest amount I've ever picked up was a $1 coin, I think. Oh well, money just won't fall from the sky for me. This is sad.

Gv complained @ 2:31 PM

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