Having no money = Not funny at all.

There is no money to replace the broken cupboard, of which the back is already completely detached, so it's merely being supported by the side frames and looks more like the leaning tower of Pisa each day. There is no money to top up the EZ link card, so even if I had all the time in the world, I can't go wherever I like. There's no money to get a proper pair of jeans in which the zip stays and doesn't zip open by itself oh so often. There is no money to get the things I really need, much less the things I want. The bank account's zlitch, zero, kosong.

What I do have are the weight of family expectations, family loans and personal financial assistance to pay off and everyday, more and more people are asking me Joker's question, "Why so serious?" Well, damn right I am serious. Maybe it's age, but as the days pass, it seems that it is getting more difficult to be happy genuinely - I have noticed that my mood levels sync very well with the amount of money in the bank, so it's hello all-time grumpy, grouchy depression currently. Imbibing caffeine doesn't help at all. The crash comes all the more quickly.