Money Matters
It's preferable to be spending less at all times, whether necessary or not.
Especially for a person who doesn't have a job since Dinosaurs roamed the earth,
Brandon surprises many by surviving till this very day.
I have a close friend.
He is none other than Brandon Conceicao.
I label him as a close friend of mine simply because he stays just a few blocks of flats away from me and not because we are having some kind of affair.
We have known each other for many many years,
somewhere in a Galaxy far far away.
I got to know him through another friend named Xuguang,
who was my Polymate for more than 3 years.
We didn't know each other by means of introduction by others.
It was at the staircase outside a Lecture Hall which sent sparks flying between us.
The staircase usually has a PSI reading of 500,
with fogs of smoke covering the visible paths of those who wanted to get across.
Almost everyone knew each other.
It is like a tradition that all smokers who hang out at the same staircase during Lectures know each other, regardless by names or by distinctive features.
As soon as Xuguang became a better friend of mine, we started sitting beside each other during Lectures so that we could further enhance our friendship by means of physical contact.
We became much closer after that,
for some reason.
So much that he would even drink my pee if I asked him to.
I began hanging out together with him more often and slowly knowing some of his own companions.
That was when I got to know Brandon the Billionaire.
Time passed real fast and soon he was out of army in the blink of an eye.
He did try working in some companies after that but none had kept him consistently busy till present date. Either he quit the job on his own free will or the company's contract was over.
I don't remember him saying that he was fired by any company,
but that doesn't mean it aint possible.
Basically he is still jobless and God have mercy on his poor soul.
There is practically no way for him to survive well with his pocket money unless he cut down his expenses on smoking. Spending half of his daily allowance on a packet of cigarettes and the other half on outings and food is totally insufficient.
I have no idea what kind of food he is able to afford but I swear that chunks of grass patches at the carpark downstairs his block has disappeared drastically.
It appears to me that King Kong had gone starving for months and ending up filling his empty stomach in one go.
It could happen to either King Kong or someone who is very hungry and less fortunate.
Someone whom I am probably not familiar with,
and also someone who stays around the block.
I went out with Brandon last Saturday night.
We went to the cafe right outside Cineleisure to have a drink each. We sat down, talked about whatever topics that came to mind and at the same time checking out the people hanging around there.
We sat there for a few hours and it was soon 11pm.
Brandon was thinking of places to go next as he didn't really like the idea of wasting a Saturday night away.
I asked him if he wanted to join me and Annabelle at New Asia Bar later on in the night.
But he refused as soon as he found out that the cover charge wasn't free and it's $22.
'No Money Lah.'
He said.
So I guessed he might go home or slack somewhere in the neighbourhood.
Brandon did mention that he was feeling very lazy and wanted to take a cab back instead of walking all the way to the MRT station.
It was not like we were somewhere in a jungle and it was totally inaccessible for us.
SomerSet station was just across the road with a mere 10 mins walk.
It wasn't really difficult for me to finally change his mind and we left the place at around 11.15 and headed towards the station.
We tapped our EZ-Links, walked down and waited patiently for the train to arrive.
I was on my way to Cityhall to meet Annabelle, whereas he was heading to the East.
We would be still taking the same train before we depart our own ways.
'Wa.. 11 minutes sia..'
Brandon gazed to the extreme end and saw the waiting time displayed on the screen.
'Fuck sia, really or not.'
'You see wrongly is it.'
I couldn't believe that it was so long.
It was true.
Fucking 11 minutes before the train would arrive.
I didn't pay much attention to the surroundings and missed out the part whereby the staff announced that it was the last train that was available.
The train finally came and it was pretty empty at first.
But our moods changed as soon as the train went further in.
'Chao chee bye'
'How come only the front portion empty then the behind so packed sia.'
Unfortunately, we were both standing somewhere near the last cabin and luck clearly wasn't on our side at that time.
The doors opened and the people rushed in like Olympic Gold medalists.
I tried squeezing myself inside but was in vain. Brandon saw the outcome and shook his head.
I came out and gave a sigh.
'Nevermind lor. Wait for the next one.'
I said.
'Wait your backside lah.'
'That one last train liao lah,
just now you never hear meh!?'
I opened my mouth and stared into space.
Anyway it was too late to do anything.
The train had gone and we could only get our asses out of there.
I wasn't aware that it was the last train.
If I knew,
I would have transformed into a rugby player immediately.
Dashing and diving into the cabin like a bolt of lightning, ignoring the crowd and injuries that I would inflict on and at the same time hoping for a touchdown victory.
But then again,
Brandon would be seen shaking his head too and waving goodbye to me through the glass door.
We got out of the station and went to flag for a cab.
It was funny to know that Brandon tried to save up the money on transportation but in the end he still had to take a cab,
plus the fare of getting into the station.
I was the one who persuaded him not to spend unnecessarily on cabs and it turned out that he had to spend more because of the unlucky incident.
Fucking funny sia.
We took a cab and I dropped at Cityhall before saying farewell to Brandon.
You can't blame him for not having money.
He wants to,
but somehow,
he can't.
Especially for a person who doesn't have a job since Dinosaurs roamed the earth,
Brandon surprises many by surviving till this very day.
I have a close friend.
He is none other than Brandon Conceicao.
I label him as a close friend of mine simply because he stays just a few blocks of flats away from me and not because we are having some kind of affair.
We have known each other for many many years,
somewhere in a Galaxy far far away.
I got to know him through another friend named Xuguang,
who was my Polymate for more than 3 years.
We didn't know each other by means of introduction by others.
It was at the staircase outside a Lecture Hall which sent sparks flying between us.
The staircase usually has a PSI reading of 500,
with fogs of smoke covering the visible paths of those who wanted to get across.
Almost everyone knew each other.
It is like a tradition that all smokers who hang out at the same staircase during Lectures know each other, regardless by names or by distinctive features.
As soon as Xuguang became a better friend of mine, we started sitting beside each other during Lectures so that we could further enhance our friendship by means of physical contact.
We became much closer after that,
for some reason.
So much that he would even drink my pee if I asked him to.
I began hanging out together with him more often and slowly knowing some of his own companions.
That was when I got to know Brandon the Billionaire.
Time passed real fast and soon he was out of army in the blink of an eye.
He did try working in some companies after that but none had kept him consistently busy till present date. Either he quit the job on his own free will or the company's contract was over.
I don't remember him saying that he was fired by any company,
but that doesn't mean it aint possible.
Basically he is still jobless and God have mercy on his poor soul.
There is practically no way for him to survive well with his pocket money unless he cut down his expenses on smoking. Spending half of his daily allowance on a packet of cigarettes and the other half on outings and food is totally insufficient.
I have no idea what kind of food he is able to afford but I swear that chunks of grass patches at the carpark downstairs his block has disappeared drastically.
It appears to me that King Kong had gone starving for months and ending up filling his empty stomach in one go.
It could happen to either King Kong or someone who is very hungry and less fortunate.
Someone whom I am probably not familiar with,
and also someone who stays around the block.
I went out with Brandon last Saturday night.
We went to the cafe right outside Cineleisure to have a drink each. We sat down, talked about whatever topics that came to mind and at the same time checking out the people hanging around there.
We sat there for a few hours and it was soon 11pm.
Brandon was thinking of places to go next as he didn't really like the idea of wasting a Saturday night away.
I asked him if he wanted to join me and Annabelle at New Asia Bar later on in the night.
But he refused as soon as he found out that the cover charge wasn't free and it's $22.
'No Money Lah.'
He said.
So I guessed he might go home or slack somewhere in the neighbourhood.
Brandon did mention that he was feeling very lazy and wanted to take a cab back instead of walking all the way to the MRT station.
It was not like we were somewhere in a jungle and it was totally inaccessible for us.
SomerSet station was just across the road with a mere 10 mins walk.
It wasn't really difficult for me to finally change his mind and we left the place at around 11.15 and headed towards the station.
We tapped our EZ-Links, walked down and waited patiently for the train to arrive.
I was on my way to Cityhall to meet Annabelle, whereas he was heading to the East.
We would be still taking the same train before we depart our own ways.
'Wa.. 11 minutes sia..'
Brandon gazed to the extreme end and saw the waiting time displayed on the screen.
'Fuck sia, really or not.'
'You see wrongly is it.'
I couldn't believe that it was so long.
It was true.
Fucking 11 minutes before the train would arrive.
I didn't pay much attention to the surroundings and missed out the part whereby the staff announced that it was the last train that was available.
The train finally came and it was pretty empty at first.
But our moods changed as soon as the train went further in.
'Chao chee bye'
'How come only the front portion empty then the behind so packed sia.'
Unfortunately, we were both standing somewhere near the last cabin and luck clearly wasn't on our side at that time.
The doors opened and the people rushed in like Olympic Gold medalists.
I tried squeezing myself inside but was in vain. Brandon saw the outcome and shook his head.
I came out and gave a sigh.
'Nevermind lor. Wait for the next one.'
I said.
'Wait your backside lah.'
'That one last train liao lah,
just now you never hear meh!?'
I opened my mouth and stared into space.
Anyway it was too late to do anything.
The train had gone and we could only get our asses out of there.
I wasn't aware that it was the last train.
If I knew,
I would have transformed into a rugby player immediately.
Dashing and diving into the cabin like a bolt of lightning, ignoring the crowd and injuries that I would inflict on and at the same time hoping for a touchdown victory.
But then again,
Brandon would be seen shaking his head too and waving goodbye to me through the glass door.
We got out of the station and went to flag for a cab.
It was funny to know that Brandon tried to save up the money on transportation but in the end he still had to take a cab,
plus the fare of getting into the station.
I was the one who persuaded him not to spend unnecessarily on cabs and it turned out that he had to spend more because of the unlucky incident.
Fucking funny sia.
We took a cab and I dropped at Cityhall before saying farewell to Brandon.
You can't blame him for not having money.
He wants to,
but somehow,
he can't.
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