$1.30

Dad, ellisse and I had dinner at this unidentified S11 opposite Clementi MRT with halfcooked shuijiaos. It was a terrible dinner. So I ordered another yangzhou chaofan and was left all alone ( albeit my minuteappetite sister ) to eat it. Hence I ended up overeating. It was a terrible dinner.

Today I fed the maomaos on the way home again. One maomao was more pristine, the cleaner, nicer looking one. It was slightly hungry, so I ran ( as I always do ) back to 7-11 at Ayer Rajah to buy can food. And the Good Lord Be Praised, canned cat food is much cheaper now. The other one never got enough. It kept miaoing away.

$1.30. who spares such a measly sum to ease the hunger pang of another species?

Day in, day out, we kill each other with sarcasm, door-slamming quarrels in front of our children, and chemicals like titanium dioxide in our dried mangoes. Why further so much negative karma by just watching other species of animals die in hunger?

It is as with the issue with Titties Durai.
Since when did it matter, on our part ( the-take-my-money-and-put-it-to-good-use-part ), how the money was spent? Since when did it matter if the money got cheated away? The essence of charity lies in the process of giving, and nothing else. The intention is pure.


I have you, and another. Who do I choose? Who, in the end, is more true? Who is more true to herself?



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The rhetoric

It just came to me yesterday.

Life is a rhetorical question. There is no need to answer the questions that we face. Time will answer. Most things are inevitable and cause and effect take into play. Why do so many of us think about the dangers ahead and plan for them? Everything now has become planned for, thought about. Nothing happens anymore.

The best part is that the answers to the questions in life are either a yes or a no. Think about it!
Then comes the irony, because I believe in the grey matter, neither black nor white; grey.



I have been walking much these days. In fact, I have been walking only. Home to West Coast Park to Clementi Woods and back. And walking most of my journey home from Clark Quay after Graduation Nite. Don't even talk about it. All I saw was pseudo-glam. Glam.
Glam shit, I say.

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A Fresh, rotten Beginning

Hello to all ( yes, to all, because blogging is in itself a contradiction of DIARY KEEPING)

I have decided to start all over with a new blog for several reasons, one letting this webby have more visibility, and two, the other ones really rubbish.
the old one was at doug3fflux.diaryland.com, luckily I can still use my same nick here. this is the nick I use for my photographic forum, so I am universally and virtually known as doug3fflux.

Ah. First post and I begin ranting. Why doug3fflux? I'll post the reason on another entry.
And many more to come.
Many.



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