I came upon this newpaper article today, felt slightly ashamed of myself after reading it.

http://newpaper.asia1.com.sg/news/story/0,4136,142378-1190325540,00.html

I know at once how I would have reacted if I were the one who found the bag of $ I wouldn’t have thought of how important it is or what it is for. I would just check if it is real, and stand in the cubicle for 15 mins, wonder if I am dreaming. Smell the notes, and smirkingly put them happily inside my shoes, my bag, my socks, jeans pocket and maybe bra and pantie. How could I resist this $$, well unless if for some phenomenal experience that I saw images how bad the boy would end up suffering the moment my finger touches the note. If not… 2 new mobile phones, a treat of Alaskan crab to all my friends at long beach restaurant, maybe give my cousin’s a note each, go for slimming programs, spa, facial, and a series of things to pamper myself with, install a bath tub at my place, change the windows of my rooms, buy a set of new furniture, a plasma tv, about 2/3 of the $ would be gone. Maybe donate 1 or 2k to random charity, a baby beaton, and … I haven’t thought of the rest yet.

I am sure I am going to hell when I die….