Life Of Debts

Guess you can say that I have entered another phase of adulthood. I am well on my way to complete the infamous 5 C's. Car, Credit Card, Club House, Condominium and I have no idea what the last "C" is. I do not suppose it is Career? Whatever it is, I have achieved two now. Credit Card was first (bless the person who thought of it!).

And now for the second "C", a Car!

My new ride!

Finally my little own ride. It is not the Mini Cooper but it does the trick for me. It would be the perfect car for me if the engine has a little more "umph". It is annoying trying to overtake with this car or going up a hill.

But still I love my car very much. So far, I have washed, waxed and shined the car every weekend now. It is the monsoon season and I love driving in the rain but it is a bitch to wash of the stains from puddles of water. Stains are very noticeable against black background.

Having a car is amazingly liberating. Especially here where there are no public transportations to speak off and taxis do not run on meter. Best thing is when I am driving around and listening to music. The first CD I got is Madonna Celebration. Wonderful album I must say. No other perfect way to officiate my car.

As wonderful as having the car sounds, it comes with a price. A car is not something that can be bought with cash in hand but requires financial aid from financial institutions. So every month, I get my salary slashed to keep my pretty car. So part of life is living a life of debts?

You know you love me.
Queer Ranter


In this day and age, being disconnected from the world is unthinkable. Not being able to contact a person in the stone age is understandable, not the 21st century where everyone is literally hot wired to the "network". But as Murphy said, "what can go wrong, will go wrong". Murphy's Law is a bitch, period...

It turned out my SIM card is busted... Busted on a Saturday after I paid my bills on Friday and after the lady asked, "How's your iPhone?". Very well indeed...

Try being surrounded by people while in a mall and your phone disconnected from the network. It's a very interesting experience. The feeling of disconnected despite having so many people around.

So very disconnected...

I want my connection back...

You know you love me.
Queer Ranter


I was right about the splint being a magnet of attraction and sympathy. I could not take a single step without the "OMG. You poor thing! What happened to you?". Naturally, I smiled and replied to each and everyone of them the same answer like playing a broken record. I should have gotten a parrot and that would save me so much time and effort to explain. Or maybe a "I got Carpal Tunnel Syndrome" sign pinned on my shirt?

But I must say, they are kind to be concerned.

My supervisors were also deeply concerned. Can I type? How fast? Does it hurt? Were all the questions flying to me. Luckily I have a partner to help me out during my healing period. Sure I can do most of the work, just that typing is a bitch and holding a mouse is trickier than trying to pick a marble with a pair of slippery flat Korean metal chopsticks...

It was a very "Sympathize QR Day".

I was filled with so much sympathy that I could not help but show some of it to some of them in my office.

Person: Oh my. What happened to your hand?
Me: Ah just Carpal Tunnel Syndrome. No fuss.
P: That sounds serious! Do you usually get this disease?
M: Uh... STD is a disease. This is a condition...

I truly sympathize...

You know you love me.
Queer Ranter