Chocolate for the Soul

Went out with one of my cousins. She was reading Cathy comic book and showed me the beginning strip of the book. The strip talked about Cathy's rational for buying shoes, that the shoes were chocolate for the feet.

My cousin then talked about a pair of flip flops which she kind of liked, except that the flip flops costs seventy dollars. Well.. there was the usual parlay of accusations that one of the reasons to buy the flip flops was that she could wear flip flops all the time, even to school, while i only wear my super expensive running shoes for only well... running. And then it ends in confessions that she'd probably not wear it for fear of wear and tear.

Well, given the finances, i didn't think seventy dollars was her kind of flip flops, but then, what would i know about shoes, or chocolates for that matter. Haha.

Anyway she happen to talk about one of her friends, Valerie. And she went like, "She drives a car one leh.". And i was like, "Ask her out leh." And she went on about how i would never have a chance and that her boyfriend (Valerie's) studies in i didn't catch the name university and has some i didn't catch the name scholarship and is gonna have three k starting salary when he graduates.

I would just like to reiterate the fact that the bandit has a very little need and valuation of material things like money. Earning one million more than the bandit doesn't neccessarily indicate a willingness to spend even [amount censored, suspect boss is a blogder] on a girl, something i might well do, which leaves me little for food... But such views on money means i have rather little savings.

But i cannot help but compare the willingness, or the lack of it, to intro girls to me with my colleague, someone whom i would, without any reservations, start name calling like evil, selfish and anti-social. So much so that such words running off my tongue has little weight at all. So when i comment to my colleague that her air stewardess neice looks rather pretty, despite my attempts at villianfying her, she ask me to chat with her neice and stuff.

And it kind of scares me when a girl i'm chatting with for the first time asks me to join her and her auntie's upcoming KTV session. And when i decidedly say no i don't wanna go, i get labelled as undecisive.. hmm... makes one think doesn't it? Anyway, something cropped up that day, i can't remember what, and i was spared the KTV um... implements of torture socialising. But i do believe in integrity. So when i say good things never happen to me in life, then i must somehow ensure that it is true, no?

Oh well... good things never happen to me in life.

Obtw, i doubt anyone would know why i title this post chocolate for the soul. Its kind of hard for me to explain, i'll just leave it at that.