Today, I am especially highly motivated. Perhaps driven by the fact that I had treated myself to a half day off from Siberia, I went on to settle some personal stuffs. Suddenly I feel that I have the power to control my life. I arranged to meet my very first insurance agent. I arranged for an interview with ChinaBlack.I feel energised by the power of knowledge as I gradually learn about economics through current affairs. I booked the advanced theory. Even the least expected person had arranged to meet up. I feel accomplished. Life isn't that hard to maintain afterall.
Refreshed after a haircut, I reached home earlier than usual. And dad was home. Envelops and opened letters spread his bed. Not again, the legal firms. It seems that my home is acquainted to quite a handful in the legal sector. At least it is better off in comparison to 2 years back, when boarish debt collectors standing on one leg banged the door, making a scene. The legal firms like to bring along scotch tapes during their visits. That always leaves tearing marks on my door when I took the paper off. I like the way the legal people handle cases like mine. A writ of seizure of property... forced entry.... Act 123 Chapter 456 ... Blah..
I'm beginning to own more properties, at least in name. Everything inside the house except the title deed will soon be mine. The fridge, TV, sofa, computer, etc. Most bills are credited to my name: 3 handphone lines, internet, residential phone. Bro and I always feel the pain when our income goes to the bills. But it would be nothing compared to the debts that dad handles. Lately I'm getting involved in debts. I never bothered trying to find out more about them. I was amused when I saw the letter to seize my properties. "Oops, they have already been seized by another legal firm. Too late, nothing for you..." I will be auctioning for my home properties, and put them under my name. Only then will the pasting of stickers on my properties cease. And they are auctioning things like the whirlpool fridge at an atrocious bidding price of $200!! Darn. Damn no respect for the fridge.
I'm damn pissed at the fact we are paying the debt for someone else. Months of hard earned money down the drain. The ultimate debt came to a halt when 2 in the home were declared bankrupt. But the rest of the side debts still stand. Few thousands here and there really add up to quite alot man. And irritating court fines come in thousands. I thought I could save $300 last month. It all comes to a naught. HDB rings my mobile. Town Council and their flooding letters. But I was startled to hear one of the debtors we entertained is a loanshark. Headache... A mere $1500 and now we have already paid more than that, which are all interests. Sucker.
I come to develop a vengeful theory. No specific offence meant, but I sometimes despise rich people at my age. Some of them are simply spoilt brats, who never seem to understand a world without i-pods and computers and cars. And thus I often tell people around me that I'll rather be the one who lets my decendants enjoy my wealth, than be the one who enjoys inherited fortune. (Perhaps a way to assuage myself)
Money held a respectable position in my priorities in life. Humanity and friendship tops the list. Given the practicality of the society, I fear the day that money overtakes all others. Circumstances can possibly nurture the unscrupulous seed that had remained intact during its youth.
"I feel accomplished. Life isn't that hard to maintain afterall."
I now feel empty. Life hasn't really begun for me.
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