For my things are of old.

My laptop: purchased January 2007. New Macbooks run on Leopard but mine runs on Tiger.

My phone: purchased January 2007. It needs recharging every two days. Also, it sucks.

My clothes: I am wearing a shirt I bought at a street market in Penang years ago. 75% of my T-shirts were free; read: low quality. My black collared shirt is faded, and I somehow lost my other one. All my jeans are hand-me-downs.

My bicycle: purchased May 2008. It was the cheapest one in Walmart that wasn’t meant for kids. Now, it wouldn’t go to first gear even though the shifter indicates ’1′. I replaced the brakes when the old ones gave out, now it squeaks on every rotation. And whenever I brake, the squeaks are as loud as car horns. I stopped locking it up whenever I park it outside my apartment. Just take it.

My camera: its about five years old now. I managed to clean out the dust that somehow went inside the screen. But that does not make my shots any better, and neither does my self-esteem for that matter.

My alarm clock: almost two years old now. The backlight is giving way, it has a limited number of snoozes, and I want one with an inbuilt FM radio anyway.

My bag: I’m still using the very same school bag from high school. Dunlop is not even a brand for bags.

My shoes: My left shoe is retarded.

My shaving cream: Everytime I shave, it just keeps growing back. It’s annoying.

Life sucks when you’re on a nylon string budget; you keep wanting stuff and you’re stuck with shit.