Here's what happening, an order of bankruptcy has been placed on the gate of the place where I usually sleep. It worries me for there will be intrusion upon my resting ground. At the same time I am gleeful to get it over and done with. It's a bit sick, but I really do feel it's partly a blessing.
It is not my family that has gone bankrupt as of now. It is that he has (finally) been discovered as bankrupt. Not that he ever provided properly/willingly/painlessly/lovingly.
A real man will provide for his family, not suck his wife dry and ditch her. A real man will not suck anyone dry for that matter.
On the physical side, it allows for more than a decade of unnecessary baggage to be removed, hopefully sold for what little compensation it can get us. So many books, so little knowledge. What a pretentious place.
And I had to go through my things. There weren't many, as I had been doing my part to box up my unneeded things. A lot of it can actually be thrown away, and I'd be happy to finally get the chance to do so.
The precious/valuable things that I own are a laptop, a few insurance papers (for laptop, bag, etc), papers containing my list of contacts and a few letters, some ang paos which had been opened but not used, a bicycle left behind by my real father, Introduction to Flight which is likely to be my bread and butter, and the OG21'2007 jacket from NYJC because those people allowed me to realize how much I had yet to grow, and how lousy I had been.
The rain did not just begin, it has loitered for a long time. I am sure that this is a point of change.
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I think I should just take the bout of steroids for my lungs.
Someone teach me to swim please.
