Expecting a windfall...betting against extraordinary odds!
Today I went out to Ang Mo Kio and bought a total of $29.50 worth of 4D tickets and Toto tickets, expecting a windfall from tonight's 10 million dollar Toto draw.
I chose to journey there as a high proportion of winning tickets were bought at that particular housing estate.
This is my last resort, my last(perhaps desperate) fling of the dice in the roulette wheel of Fortune,with the belief that this year will be lucky for a bull like me.
I will allocate 10% of my winnings to charity work, with the goal of a Foundation to fight cancers in children should I strike the BIG prize of S$10m.
Yesterday proved to be a fitful night of overcompensated rest for me, as I battled psychologically against the injustice my current employer is inflicting on me.
Allowing myself to prostrate myself psychologically, I asked God for forgiveness for being alive, as I had lost all hope and optimism for my life at one point.
Yet, I met up with my ex-colleague, my only true friend in S'pore, and decided to look at this trying period as a blessing, forcing me to seek opportunities that I would not have not had the gumption to summon the courage to pursue had I been guaranteed my career path.
All passion drained from my current employment, I regained briefly the spark that had sent me into this profession in the first place several years ago only to see it leech out inexorably as I gradually the control of the situation slipping from my hands, and then out of the reach of my fingers...
With a low spirit, I SMSed my mother that I was probably on the verge of quitting and got an SMS from my father early this morning that he was 'sad' on hearing about this.
I didn't cry copiously, but I still felt deflated nonetheless...Symptomatic of this deflation, I slept at 7pm, woke up at a little before ten, and redozed off, only to reawake at fifteen past midnight, only to see that my ex-colleague turned accounting undergraduate had SMSed me t 2145 hrs asking me where I had 'disappeared' to!
A wry smile crawled its way onto my face, after which I watched the 10 000m Sydney 2000 Olympic final for women, where the leader for 23 out of 25 laps, Paula Radcliffe, was bypassed on the last lap by the runner hovering in third place for most of those laps,Derarta Tulu with the latter then sprinting home to win the gold medal with a new Olympic record, after winning the same event two Olympiads before in Barcelona 1992, and relegating the 1996 Olympic champion,Fernando Ribiero, to the bronze medal position.
This is an Olympic year, and I spent a lot of down-time watching inspiring Olympic comeback stories.
I chose to journey there as a high proportion of winning tickets were bought at that particular housing estate.
This is my last resort, my last(perhaps desperate) fling of the dice in the roulette wheel of Fortune,with the belief that this year will be lucky for a bull like me.
I will allocate 10% of my winnings to charity work, with the goal of a Foundation to fight cancers in children should I strike the BIG prize of S$10m.
Yesterday proved to be a fitful night of overcompensated rest for me, as I battled psychologically against the injustice my current employer is inflicting on me.
Allowing myself to prostrate myself psychologically, I asked God for forgiveness for being alive, as I had lost all hope and optimism for my life at one point.
Yet, I met up with my ex-colleague, my only true friend in S'pore, and decided to look at this trying period as a blessing, forcing me to seek opportunities that I would not have not had the gumption to summon the courage to pursue had I been guaranteed my career path.
All passion drained from my current employment, I regained briefly the spark that had sent me into this profession in the first place several years ago only to see it leech out inexorably as I gradually the control of the situation slipping from my hands, and then out of the reach of my fingers...
With a low spirit, I SMSed my mother that I was probably on the verge of quitting and got an SMS from my father early this morning that he was 'sad' on hearing about this.
I didn't cry copiously, but I still felt deflated nonetheless...Symptomatic of this deflation, I slept at 7pm, woke up at a little before ten, and redozed off, only to reawake at fifteen past midnight, only to see that my ex-colleague turned accounting undergraduate had SMSed me t 2145 hrs asking me where I had 'disappeared' to!
A wry smile crawled its way onto my face, after which I watched the 10 000m Sydney 2000 Olympic final for women, where the leader for 23 out of 25 laps, Paula Radcliffe, was bypassed on the last lap by the runner hovering in third place for most of those laps,Derarta Tulu with the latter then sprinting home to win the gold medal with a new Olympic record, after winning the same event two Olympiads before in Barcelona 1992, and relegating the 1996 Olympic champion,Fernando Ribiero, to the bronze medal position.
This is an Olympic year, and I spent a lot of down-time watching inspiring Olympic comeback stories.
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