It was a rainy Friday morning. Something cropped up and brought me down on my knees.
It wasn’t work, clients nor family matters, it’s something I rather keep to myself.
I went to office and wrote a big fat check to myself. Cashed it and found myself holding on to a few stacks of RM50 notes. Although you may find it alarming silly, it’s a customary for me, makes me feel like a drug lord.
“Let’s make this boy happy!”
I went for shopping therapy, but a geek like me would always end up at Lowyat. I got a rock bottom deal for a color laser printer. The original tag was RM1699, but I got it at RM599. Sweet deal except it weighs 36kg! Imagine carrying it alone! It almost ruptured my spleen.
While I was at it, I made a few stops at camera shops. I wanted a dSLR. But considering my tight schedule and how expensive the hobby is, I settled for a new webcam. Youtube posting? Maybe, but not now.
Despite the cash on me and excited over new gadgets, I realized something which is true all along, money can’t buy you happiness. Money can buy you a 36kg printer, which you don’t really know why you bought it in the first place.
I guess I’ll go back to being the bitter me.
ps: Will write about my paintball experience.
pss: Feels safe in my black-red-stripes.