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Thursday, August 07, 2008
Bamboozled!

I CAN'T FRICKIN' BELIEVE THIS!!!

More importantly, I can't FREAKIN' believe that I fell for such a ploy.

Ok ok, not really. To people who know me very well, I am super duper naive. Of all people to get scammed of $14, it would be me. ME. WHY ME???

Sorry if I sound whiny. but I feel like whining now. Let's turn back the clock to discover what went so horribly wrong...

So. This morning, I went to the doctor's to have that weird, painful lump on my thigh inspected. It turns out it was NOT:

a) an insect bite
b) cancer
c) deep vein thrombosis (DVT)

It turned out to be a skin infection, and the swollen look was because of a bit of pus. YIPPEE! [Stamp Of Approval] All I have to do now is apply my ointment 3 times a day and I can stop having to sit in weird positions on buses, trams and in class! (you will not hbelieve how hard it was just to find a comfortable position to sit in, since the infection was underneath the thigh, where people SIT on; I kept wriggling on my seats like some lice-infested weirdo CAN??? XD) I think this is mostly due to the fact that the nice doctor poked my infected area with a fine needle (ouch!) and got the pus out, so now it's not swollen and I can sit like a human being once again. ^^

Then I toddled off to the law library to finish my reading for Lifestyle and Consumer Culture. I also managed to load episode 3 of Shugo Chara! OMG. Awesome series man. Funny, yet meaningful at the same time. I guess this anime is going to be as popular as Fruits Basket, if not more, because they both have similar qualities. The most important of which is characters still trying to find themselves, searching for an identity. Which is why I think many people will like this show, since we are all still trying to find ourselves, are we not? Trying to discover if we really DO have this would-be self that is perhaps more glamorous, out-going, fantastic and uber-cool than our everyday mundane selves. Besides, Shugo Chara is SO DAMN KAWAII! (Amazing how I still like it since I tend to avoid shows which are too kawaii, like Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya).

After I was done at the lab, I trammed down to Bourke to meet Jess. And here comes the [Thumbs Down] part of the day. This scruffy-looking guy with about maybe two days' growth of beard pushed his bike to me and asked if I could spare some change, $5 maybe. So I told him I didn't have a $5 note, then I handed him $4 out of sympathy (STUPID STUPID STUPID). Then he asked if I had a $5 note, and I repeated that NO I didn't have a $5 note. Nevertheless, he told me to check my wallet and I then said I only had $20 notes with me. So he should me a crumpled fistful of $5 notes and a large quantity of $2 coins and asked if he could exchange my $20 with the coins and $5 notes.

Seeing as he evidently had ample money to exchange my $20, I was like "Why not?", so I handed him my $20 note. THEN! He thrust the $5 notes at me, got on his bicycle and rode away, saying 'Don't worry, I've counted, it's correct!". He disappeared before I could blink. I looked at the notes in my hand and...

There were only two $5 notes. He gave me only two $5 notes in exchange for my $20. AND HE JUST FRICKIN' RODE AWAY. It made me feel so terrible. I believe in helping people who genuinely need money, but these cheats just give human charity a bad name. Don't they have any conscience?

I felt hurt, used, upset, shocked and dismayed. And then, as I had more time to think, I realised my $14, although gone, was a lesson well learnt. I also find that, instead of really hating that man, I find I pity him. How empty his life must be. To have stooped so low is, I believe, an indication of upbringing. How lacking in love , charity and concern his home must be. I believe people are victims of their upbringing sometimes, and I'm glad I have a happy home and a family who has taught me well.

No money in the entire world can purchase a conscience, and I'm glad I have one. :)
So, [Thumbs Up]! Besides, I hate holding grudges, made even more pointless in this situation since i don't even know who the man is. But whoever you are, I wish you the best of luck, and at least hope that you do something useful with that $14! (Though I doubt so)

*ahem* Class is starting soon, lolz, gotta scram. Cya soon!

...is what I said. Savvy? 2:44 pm