Down But Definitely Not Out.

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When Mr. Reality punches you hard in the stomach and you fall to the ground, the feeling you get is super undesirable. You feel helpless, unable to speak and articulate your thoughts. All you really want is a helping hand, able to pick you up and it would definitely be a big plus, if it cheers you on through your journey. And i'm pretty sure this helping hand is just round the corner. Just that i seem unable to pick up the feint signal that the hand is present for this time round, sadly. :(

Maybe i should just rely on myself to get past these obstacles. I must stay strong. It's gonna be tough but i have to make it through alive. Money is a big factor, and i have to find a solution for this.

P.S. i realised i seldom post positive things on my blog. Mostly negative ones. :/ probably a way for me to take out my frustrations i guess.

May Hell Come Sooner For This Guy.

seems like it's gone forever.
made a police report, did the neccessary paperwork at the police station, SMRT for my ezlink card but my goold, old wallet it's still not coming back to me. :(
grave mistake i have made this time round.
the worst part was when:
DBS bank sent me a letter informing me that someone tried to guess my PIN number after slotting my NETS card into the ATM. and the card was immediately terminated after he/she entered the wrong PIN a few times.
i was like 'WHAT THE F***' man. stunned.

people, oh people.
how i wished the guy who picked it up was a kind soul who realised how important a wallet is to a person.
i would never have done what this guy did, took my wallet and tried to hack into my bank account.
NEVER.

What The (fill in the blank)!

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if i get my wallet back..
i will freaking turn into a vegetarian for ONE WHOLE WEEK.
a single week sounds easy on paper, but it's only on paper.

never been so distraught. :(

disclaimer: the above picture is not the wallet i've lost.