Going Pokai

I am really slow to see that coming, but it has been friggin 1 month that my money is go going gone fast and furiously. And to think that I just realized that, I do need salvation army financial version, and that first thing come to mind is... er... dad. Too bad he doesn't read my blog. Crap.

As I was putting the links together in the steps of destruction to my precious account, output was in mad pace. At first, it was my cam gone awry with a bruise on the screen, then my contact lenses solution. And then have to go back KL, which means after 3 months of absence, there are dozens and tons of things to pack up in order to survive (TV series Survivor is total crap for me in this context).

Then, my car bat gone. Then I bought a fuckingdamnexpensive moisturizer that I thought was like RM10 and without looking at the price, just grab. It is 3X that price. Niamah. Showed how noob I am in facial stuff.

And then, there is the indulgence in food and going places. Petrol and rice is the modern Depression Era stuff, and most of my activities involved them. Now, don't tell me to be thrifty on food expenses. Been there, done that. Stopped by at most 5 days. Fail miserably. Gah.

And then, the new sems starts, which comes all the books and college fees. Fark.

And now, just 5 minutes ago, my specs go huan heng, and spoiled. Longer fark.

I think I need financial management, consult and advice is welcomed. And so is the spiritual aunty-like belief that bad financial luck would go away sort of thing.

Now, come to think of it, I am glad my dad doesn't read my blog. Or does he?