Monday, October 29, 2007/7:19 PM
Hey everybody, where is the love?

You know, I have this immense phobia of people who ask for donations at public places. They either ask for donations or ask you whether you are interested in the latest mobile phone package that comes with 500 free SMSs and free incoming calls at only fifty dollars a month. These are the people I fear the most. You know, I have this problem with guilt. I simply cannot feel guilty. If I do, you won’t hear the end of it until the end of the day.

These people are trying to earn a living. So, they get their money by pestering people to donate a fixed amount of money to their so called ‘foundation’ when actually they are saving up for their next mahjong game with the neighbour that won’t stop asking them if their son is getting married yet. You can never be too sure, actually. Therefore, I try to avoid these people at all costs. I once donated money to this teenaged guy to help the Tsunami victims in Aceh. When I went home, I suddenly realised that the tsunami happened four years ago.

I try to avoid them. But they never leave you alone. So once, I got stopped by this Chinese woman who asked me to donate to a children’s foundation. I told her I had no money. She gave me the ‘Don’t lie, hari raya just passed and you are malay’ look. I actually had twenty dollars in my pocket. That lady had X-ray vision, I could tell. She just didn’t want to admit it because then her secret identity would be revealed and who would save the world then?

I call the phobia:
Fearofpeoplewhoaskformoneyfromyouregardlessofwhetherornotyouhavethemoneyinquestionandwillnotleaveyoualoneandiftheydotheywouldmakeyoufeelguiltylikeshitbecauseyoudidnotdonateforagoodcausephobia.

If you suffer from this phobia. You are not alone!
Lets together combat this CRIME together and save the world.
forget x-ray vision.

self-proclamation.
My life is not a fascination worth the scrutiny of those who watch over me. Yet, I live amongst thin air and sparkling personalities. I am an avid fan of the KoreanPop scene. So bring me to the number thirteen.

read my lips.

they're watching.

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