I've got many things to say so yes, this should work.
I'm happy because:
- I got a new phone not too long ago - I passed my FTT on the first try - I secured my internship - It's fri now, and that means the weekends - There will be a kelong trip in the June holidays - We are nearly done with all the songs for the church musical that's happening in July - My drumset will be arriving - I'm alive
I'm sad because:
- One of my favourite pants has a nearly irreversible split - The weather is making me perspire alot - Mid-sems are just around the corner - I'm sitting down and not running - NAPFA's coming and i can't pull myself up - Kris, the one who shouldn't win, won - The drumset will only arrive in about 6 months - Cymbals are expensive - I just got news that an ex-classmate had passed away
Life has been pretty routine recently with school, but the usual dinners and suppers are really helping to make school life have a life. The band is coming around, struggling to record as many demos as we can to give ourselves some credibility. Then again, we don't know whether we want to be credible cause not being credible, would mean being in-credible. Hmmmmm. Ah well.
Till then.
Friday, May 8, 2009
Thou shalt not steal.
As my parents left home for cell earlier just now, my maid asked why a bike was missing, leaning on to the perception that maybe i took it when i left home. Alas, it was not to be as we soon realised the bike had been stolen, with fragments of the lock left on the ground. As much as i was shocked, i was actually raging quite a bit inside, which was something i haven't felt in a long long time. Putting aside the fact that i contributed to the cost of the bike, i was really unhappy over the fact that someone stole the bike. And mind you- we stay at like the top floor, where there isn't a lift landing, so the fella probably was eyeing the bike sometime ago.
At that time, i just wanted to do something really severe to the person who had taken the bike, but there was of course no way. And that feeling sucks, it's as good as having a whole happy meal staring in your face when you're starving without being able to do anything, while someone cycles the happy meal away. I've actually tried searching forums for people selling a wheeler bike just so i could get some leads, so csi. Thank God i'm using an external keyboard from my laptop, cause the primary keyboard would probably have died the way i stomped onto the keys with my fingers. I suppose i should give up though, someone who can't afford a bike probably can't afford a computer, much less internet. Oh wait, why not steal a computer and tap into someone else's wireless.
I managed to slowly cool down after a while as i failed in finding any leads at all (CSI is a lie, probably only 20% of cases attempted actually get solved). Which got me thinking, why people would actually steal. I don't claim to be perfect, and for one, certainly doesn't boast a clean slate. I admit to stealing from my own parents (not a very small sum), the school bookshop, mamashopssssss, supermarket and bla bla bla back in the day. It was fun though, but you know what i thank God for? I thank God that he gave me a conscience so after i stole, the joy would last for a min or two, then the guilt would set in, or much rather creep in. Also, for the fact that i have been past that phase.
I definitely could afford the things i stole, but the thrill of having my heart beating really fast as i anticipated the storekeeper's move and having to make a quick dash from the mama shop was indescribable. And so was the guilt, as mentioned. I'm not perfect, but i know what it feels like to resist temptations, and i know that simple happiness (if you would call it that), that you get when you know you managed to overcome a temptation. And that actually happened not too long ago, as i made a purchase with the cashier failing to count the exact number of aluminum trays i got: That would mean paying about $4 lesser from the normal bill. And you know how tempting it is when that happens, but as one of the many super long seconds in my life passed, i was glad i told the cashier about the mistake as i lifted my head up high like i owned the world, with a warm fuzzy feeling in my heart.
My mum said something like this once, "Would you rather keep your soul, or sell it for ________ (insert thing you stole here, which for me was $4)?" How cheap i could've been.
So, to the certain someone who stole the bike, i know you sold your soul for maybe much more than $4 which could be worth it from what you feel, but i hope your conscience isn't killing you right now. Even better actually, if you're somehow miraculously reading this, don't worry but feel free to tag on the tagboard, i won't bother checking your IP address or whatsoever cause you probably tapped onto someone's. I do hope you enjoy the bike, which was actually a birthday gift to my father that he can cycle so freely, rather than a stolen bike i wouldn't even dare take a pedal on. But remember not to be cycling around the area, cause if i do see you around, i would gladly take the bicycle back from you. Here's to your bright future ahead with a bike you can call your own! Careful when you cycle across the road. =)
