money my mortal enemy.

I supposed me being a traveller, and a seasoned one at that, may never set in, considering the mishaps that are happening now as I plan for a Taipei trip with my Mandopop-crazed bunkmates. But hey, let's be honest here because I'm not going to pretend like I travel out of the country alot on my own like Adrianna (whose recent entries about India I followed closely and enjoyed reading). In fact, this will be my maiden trip out of the country without my parents at the ripe old age of 20 going on 21.

Well, here it is. Purchasing air tickets online. Because none of us own a credit card, and that some of us had to pay more because of the airline's stupid promo system, I proposed we all transfer the cash to someone's bank card for convenience's sake. To cut the long story short, I gave the wrong account number (all because of one less fucken digit, no less.) and therefore some random person out there is $2150 richer. The bank's informed and the answer is 'not guranteed'. Who knows that person has now spend it on buying a lifetime supply of cat food for those void decks urchins, or bought a one way ticket to Iceland and never return.

All I hope for, is that whoever you are, Mr/Miss Random Person Who Is $2150 Richer Because Of Me, I hope you have a good heart. This money are hard-earned labour of gold from protecting this nation. I will call you beautiful, I will pray for the children in Somalia, I will kiss your toes. I know I've never cared much for money, and that I do have this pseudo-hippied-activist opinion about the corporate evilness of money, but this cash isn't mine. So now it's biting back at me. I promise I will talk nice about money from now onwards.

This has totally spoiled my weekend.
Amitabha, Guan Yin Bodhisattva, please save He Shu-Ming.