It’s always about money

I have a relative who only talks to me to borrow money. She does not even call to say hello or to ask me how I am. She assumes I could just give money away because I own a company. I do not even buy new shoes for myself, woman!

Can I say no? NO. That’s not an option. She’s the closest family I have, aside from my dad. Everyone else is a country away.

I feel like I’m buying her love.

This is why people go to Ireland and become hermits.

three things

THE AUDIT

My greatest happiness this week was seeing getting my favorite white sneakers back from the dry cleaning store. (It’s immaculate. It makes all other white things look yellow).

I have run out of things to complain about. Worse, I think I have run out of the energy to complain. I could actually sit on a bench and eat a sandwich in peace without ever wondering why the world is what it is. This is making me a lot less interesting.

I have gotten so used to the pressures of owning a company (and making sure it stays afloat) that everything seems…well, LAME to me now. When I overhear people talking about their little setbacks, I want to shake them and shout: That is not a problem. Let me tell you what a problem is.

In the next few months I plan to audit my life. I want to get rid of the things that weigh me down, just so I could step back and not put too much pressure on my small frame.

I will attempt to cut down on material things. That should be a start. I will throw out the shirts I never wear. And the cheap shoes I can’t remember buying. I will attempt to survive on the basics – good quality stuff that I bothered to spend more than $200 on. The rest will go to charity.

I was planning on buying a new car (since I sold my old one to Bismuth) but what the heck – I do not need it. Yet. The office is too near my house, and MSP gives me a ride using our Korean eco-friendly/gas-saving car, anyway.

Who knows? In a month or two, I may actually be able to live in a suitcase. This culture of accumulation will wane. And after six months or a year of living a ‘simple’ life, maybe I would be able to complain again.

THE TOY

I know I’m old because I grew up playing Nintendo’s Family Computer, not the Sony Playstation. This new toy works exactly like the Family Computer, except it’s portable – it’s the size of a camera. The monitor is so clear (like a real television) and while the speakers could be better, it is still a steal for under $30!

I sound like I’m selling it, but I am not. I’m just so happy J








You can play virtually every old Nintendo and Sega game. There’s Super Mario, Spartan X, Ms. PacMan, Galaga, Macross, Adventure Island, Battle City, etc.

I’m going to hold on to this toy. Maybe the Playstation I only use to play Tekken should go.


THE COFFEE

Has anyone heard of DANESI CAFFE? Is it common in Europe? Around here it’s pretty expensive.


Look at the foam on this baby.



I want it. But I should not have it everyday, because as I am purging, and everyday gourmet would just be excessive. This will be my treat to myself every week. Weekly. That should work. Theoretically.

fast cars in 3D

So the glasses took up my whole face (and MSP's), but the whole 3D experience was very amusing. This was the most fun we've had in weeks.


Distorted faces

NASCAR is now showing on IMAX in the Mall of Asia. I hear they're showing Superman on 3D, too. I don't know. We are so boring might actually watch that.

the new sofa and others

Every office has a couch. Ours is tangerine.




This will annoy transience. She cannot stand the orange family. She and I share tastes in other aspects of life (books, food, coffee), but we never see eye to eye when it comes to colors and men. I would discuss this further, but she would not want me to.

I will die eating

The sudden strong winds last week actually shoved pedestrians from the sidewalk into the mall entrance, injuring some of them. The wind managed to propel the security guard’s table, the free standing posts where the movie posters are, the fake tree, the giant hanging crayon, and a child.



I took this with my camera phone before the winds came. I was too shocked to take pictures after.

This all happened while I was at the loft, eating low-calorie raspberry Haagen Dazs ice cream.



I thought it was the end of the world.

My last thought? I should have ordered the chocolate peanut butter.