No Right Angle$

At 24, and turning 25 in 4 months, I really should get into the property market.

Granted, I've saved enough for myself to put down a sizeable deposit for a house and a job that would still allow me to have my little luxuries in life. And at 24, a certain percentage of the 'ordinary' would probably start to think about marriage. While the 'extraordinary' like us would probably just be too cash-strapped at this moment - we tend to think about Italian suits, vintage tees, limited-edition sneakers, and a whole bunch of Clinique facial products instead.

Pathetic I know, but don't assume I'm one of those extraordinary losers just yet.

Since working full-time, I really have caught myself out with my perception of what money is to life. I don't like the smell of it on most days. I felt that having money is like seeing a sign that you've become stagnated in life; that its merely a symbol of false fruition after a whole year of work. I suppose the real reason behind it is that, I never felt I deserve alot of it anyway. While most of the time I can see my glass being half-full, I still believe that having less is more.

I still dream of being a young artist, who would struggle to make ends meet and would only be able to afford to eat Nutella (instead of the cliche peanut butter) sandwiches, but I would go around different countries and see the ocean from every possible angle, before I die famous.

That's really just another romantic dream of mine, but I am happy to find that the Nutella part is not too hard to fulfill lol.

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It's a little bit funny this feeling inside
I'm not one of those who can easily hide
I don't have much money but boy if I did
I'd buy a big house where we both could live

If I was a sculptor, but then again, no
Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show
I know it's not much but it's the best I can do
My gift is my song and this one's for you

And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it's done
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you're in the world

I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss
Well a few of the verses well they've got me quite cross
But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song
It's for people like you that keep it turned on

So excuse me forgetting but these things I do
You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue
Anyway the thing is what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen

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If money can buy happiness, then I firmly believe that happiness is true only when shared.