And i welcome thee to a life of flowers and wine

I never bothered about it nor did i seek it or dwell in it, sometimes i think life can be tad little disorientating. a constant attack of the senses and impulses, influences and deciders, a fllurry of never ending colours - like a bad LSD trip.

the difference however is that you do wake up from LSD, you dont wake up from life.

Today is one of THE days, a day where it starts of scorcing, with the sun ever too generous with its cancer providing rays and a bad turn which inturned spoiled what i call a section of my life. while today is kinda small if compared to the enless pain that peope have in this world, i am not obvilious to people who are born with just a life of pain and suffering. the religious call it karma, some call it gods will, i call it luck and god just having his divine fun with the unfortunate.

but this post should have a topic, no? while most of my rants have been a rather channel to transmit my thoughts of the world - today i am going to talk about excessive spending.

excessive spending can be called a capitalist dogma, an ideal of economic aid by the people for the people. somehow this cant save the americans (the pioneers of this ideal), but really i think i do live in that world. this world is something where your staff in some loony bubble tea shop gets our her Gucci bag and starts parading it out. a STAFF, sure she works partime and is by nature a student but you get what i mean. This is a world where 1k means a bit, i got this off a friend who thought the difference between two cameras were just a bit.

yet do i belong to this world? i think not and yet like a bad trip, i am compelled, the promise of such mindless spending seems to be similar to the Leprecon at the end of a rainbow. there is no purpose to find it and its pot of gold, but really did the irish care? they sought it as much as they could.

such hendonist-capitalist ideals are hardly asian and i am only half in culture, but the thought behind such mindless waste of value and money supply is somewhat strange. it is simply, satisfying and yet hurtful to think of. something like you burning a nest of ants for the fun of it, the ants all squrming and twisting in pain while you laugh, and when it hits you feel bad about it. it wont really stop you, that requires a higher force with ma-gik powers.

this is the world where we spend the riches and watch the poor suffer.

this is the world who are obvilious to the suffering of the needy in sudan

this is the world where we spend a months pay of someone on a bag that we might throw away.

the poverty of the masses to feed the small amount of the rich,

thus my mates in crime, i bid you a good life and i see you in hell.