Wednesday, August 20, 2008

The lives of others

It's confession time.

Curiosity is a slippery slope; Eve was the first to know and over the weekend you've also learned that all it takes is one small push and inquisitiveness becomes blatant iniquity. The way you saw it, it was only right that you went through the contents of the purse you found for any trace of identifiable information to contact its owner. But this is where the moral line is drawn so fine, and to overstep it becomes a simple matter of erring on the side of purported samaritanism; a defense you'd conjure up now to quell any aspersions of questionable character on your part.

And before you know it, the deed is set into motion.

You've lined up the contents of your serendipitous find; her name cards, credit cards, identity card, $500 cash and two months worth of receipts on your desk. With a certain manic compulsion, the assiduous task of reconstructing her lifestyle, her social circle, her likes and dislikes, basically her entire person, has begun.

First stop; the internet. In these modern times, technology has become a pot of gold for stalkers. You eyeball your ex-es on Facebook, you stalk the blogs of strangers and their friends, you subscribe to the photostreams of your acquaintances on Flickr, you sniff out corporate linkages of your colleagues at LinkedIn; the possibilities for voyeurism are limitless, and we're all guilty in this game of e-dirt digging.

Starting off with Google, a quick search with her corporate email account yields her educational background and portfolio. She's a law graduate from a relatively prestigious Australian university, currently employed as a transfer pricing manager at a reputable auditing firm specializing in tax services. She's twenty seven, a Malaysian on an extensive work permit here in Singapore, but she has astutely used her office address in lieu of her apartment's on the ID to fend off would-be voyeurs like yourself.

The two credit cards are both highly indicative of a fat paycheck, and her Amex Krisflyer platinum card seems to be a company charge card used for entertainment expenses. This is of course, corroborated by the numerous receipts you've keenly tabulated to map out her consumption habits.

Food and Beverage (total: $4,842.42)

Grand Hyatt - $829.80
The Universal at Duxton Hill - $749.16
Braise Restaurant at Palawan Beach Walk, Sentosa - $423.75
Asuki Thai - $405.10
White Rabbit at Harding Road - $389.55
Botan Japanese Restaurant - $373.11
Ricotti at China Square - $324.00
Coca Restaurant - $205.40
Hot Stones Restaurant at Clarke Quay - $135.35
Spizza at Club Street - $129.70
Wood Restaurant at Vivocity - $125.40
Brussel Sprouts - $122.40
Viet Lang at Old Parliament House - $115.35
My Humble House - $108.15
Shamus O' Donnell's Irish Pub - $98.50
Prive Restaurant - $77.60
EM Studio - $68.00
Soup Restaurant at Seah Street - $61.95
Harry's - $42.50
Max Brenner - $39.65

Clothing and Electronics (total: $2,224.80)

South Asia Computer - $857.00, $80.80 (All in one printer and ink refills)
Her Glass Slipper - $722.30 (One pair of heels!)
Singtel Hello @ Comcentre - $268.00 (Sony Ericson c902)
Giordano originals - $165.00, $45.10 (lots of polo tees in different sizes, probably for some company team building event)
Prints - $86.60 (5 photo albums and gift wrapping, presumably a farewell gift for departing colleagues)

Groceries (total: $776.64)

Cold Storage supermarket at Kallang - $253.60, $126.40, $271.64
My BBQ Place - $45.30 (BBQ on National Day)
Watsons - $21.40, $46.70, $11.60 (snacks, mints and toiletries)

Transport (total: $75.10)

Taxi rides - $14.60, $11.50, $10.90, $11.60, $12.90, $13.60


She spent a total of $7,918.96 for July and the first two weeks of August. That's almost $8,000 in less than six weeks. Her groceries express a love for fruits, vegetables and pasta, and she should be staying around Kallang. She also has a voracious appetite for champagne and white wine, evident from her typical order of Moet and/or Chardonnay on her extravagant nights out.

If there were lessons to be drawn from the above exercise, you'd learn that (a) your life is worthless (see previous post) judging by other's enormous spending power, (b) never leave receipts in your purse so other creeps may piece your life together in an exercise of futile boredom, and (c) that the road to Hell is often paved with good intentions, like this one.

Oh, if there's any redemption left in this, the purse has been rightfully returned with all contents intact.

The price of altruism is, ironically in this case, self-serving curiosity.

Sunday, August 17, 2008

How to lead a worthless life

When you are unhappy, you find yourself prone to feelings of envy and jealousy. When your own life seems worthless, you often look at someone else's life and want it for yourself. But remember, however much you might want his car, career, lover, or even good looks or intelligence, you would never, given the chance, choose to be that person. You would never choose to exchange souls, because your ego is fiercely bound to your defects and failings no matter how appalling they may be. Once you realize this - once you realize that no matter how worthless your life is, it's still the only one you would ever choose to have - you can begin to see yourself with new eyes.

My life is worthless, but it is mine.
The Daily Affliction, by Andrew Boyd

Monday, August 11, 2008

Another semester begins...


...and the fashion queens are having a field day, strutting around the arts canteen in their gladiator sandals and Kate Spade bags, iced kopi in hand like a glass of Dom Perignon.

But come mid-term, I shall be victorious as I hurl red-ink mutilated assignments back at these sleep deprived, bespectacled, monosyllabic entities clad in FBT shorts and Chang beer singlets.

Oh, such bliss awaits!

Wednesday, August 06, 2008

抽煙二部曲

和你试着有些遥远
我明白这是荒謬的爱恋
你总周期性的的出现
雨过天晴又出现了彩虹
却有一种声音抑制我
浮浅的渴望
当神经胜过了理智...
就要以为我愛上了你
你曾說:"抽煙是浪漫世代最後的遗产"
我想恋爱和抽煙一样是一种意志

和你试着有些遥远
我明白这是荒謬的爱恋
你总周期性的的出现
雨过天晴又出现了彩虹
却有一种声音抑制我
浮浅的渴望
当神经胜过了理智...
不小心煙就上了瘾
吃太饱就像生产
月经痛就像流产
二手煙是我爷爷給我的遗产
你曾說:"抽煙是浪漫世代最後的遗产"
我想恋爱和抽煙一样是一种意志