recently, a couple from next door went back home for good. no doubt they are good people. i chat with them a lot as i always bumped into them in the kitchen. but little did i know about these two very normal people.
they don't have a proper job. at one point, the boyfriend is not working at all, while the girlfriend works part time somewhere in town. but much to my surprise, they brought home different items every time. and i am not talking about spoons or plates from the pound shop, its those expensive spoons and even expensive set of knives. oh by the way, the boyfriend is a chef. one day, i saw a Nespresso coffee machine. it costs a fortune for a part-timer and a jobless to afford such coffee machine. forget the machine for now. they also bring back all these expensive meats and fish. but then, who am i to judge them. they might come from a wealthy family. or so i thought.
so we become friends. we talk and chat. they left a note on the day they leave the house. asking me to keep their mails and a farewell drink or two. so we meet up one of these days before he leave for good (the girlfriend is already back at home). i passed the mails and all, then everything starts to make sense when he opened up to me. apparently, all those stuff that i see in the house, from meats to clothes to kitchen tools (that include the Nespresso) were stolen from one of the respective store in London. i am talking about something more than just John Lewis. well the girlfriend was very good at stealing. its also safe to say that she's a professional thief. she's so good that they manage to steal that big Nespresso out of the building, let alone to bring it home. and all these stories were exposed as i had the last drink with the boyfriend before he left London for good. nevertheless, they are still as decent as we all are. no matter what they do, its none of my business. i wont poke my nose any further and i will never judge them by that.
this post wasn't meant to be about them, but it was meant to be about how people survive in big cities, which in their case, London. things that people willing to do to survive, or better off, to live luxuriously, let alone to survive. there are tonnes of stories on surviving in this mean city. Sometimes, a young girl will stop u "gracefully", asking for spare cigarettes. The most common thing would be to indulge yourself into paid sexual intercourse, especially when u have that 'job' like Belle du jour. A medical students who survive by being a 'call girl'. 'Call girl' earns at least £500/night, hence surviving the whole week.
Its amazing to endeavor in issues like this. U always thought u know a lot, but then think again. i don't simply jump into some stupid judgment just because people do stuff to live. but i admit i am sometimes judgmental towards other stuff. i mean, isn't everyone is? my neighbors are nice people. they are not bunch of wannabes, they just do what they can to survive. but if i were given a choice, i would rather asking for some 'loans' and then work my ass off for what it worth. i don't feel sorry for them for not having money to buy good stuff, neither do i feel sorry for them for stealing stuff. a drug addict could have a good heart. a killer will have his soft spot somewhere. God is great, his creation is mystery. who are we to deny the fact that we are not perfect. there are things that we do, that sometimes don't even making sense but we do it anyway. why? because its just one of those things. and in their case, maybe to live luxuriously or perhaps to survive. but i guess, I'll never know.
-lady-
they don't have a proper job. at one point, the boyfriend is not working at all, while the girlfriend works part time somewhere in town. but much to my surprise, they brought home different items every time. and i am not talking about spoons or plates from the pound shop, its those expensive spoons and even expensive set of knives. oh by the way, the boyfriend is a chef. one day, i saw a Nespresso coffee machine. it costs a fortune for a part-timer and a jobless to afford such coffee machine. forget the machine for now. they also bring back all these expensive meats and fish. but then, who am i to judge them. they might come from a wealthy family. or so i thought.
so we become friends. we talk and chat. they left a note on the day they leave the house. asking me to keep their mails and a farewell drink or two. so we meet up one of these days before he leave for good (the girlfriend is already back at home). i passed the mails and all, then everything starts to make sense when he opened up to me. apparently, all those stuff that i see in the house, from meats to clothes to kitchen tools (that include the Nespresso) were stolen from one of the respective store in London. i am talking about something more than just John Lewis. well the girlfriend was very good at stealing. its also safe to say that she's a professional thief. she's so good that they manage to steal that big Nespresso out of the building, let alone to bring it home. and all these stories were exposed as i had the last drink with the boyfriend before he left London for good. nevertheless, they are still as decent as we all are. no matter what they do, its none of my business. i wont poke my nose any further and i will never judge them by that.
this post wasn't meant to be about them, but it was meant to be about how people survive in big cities, which in their case, London. things that people willing to do to survive, or better off, to live luxuriously, let alone to survive. there are tonnes of stories on surviving in this mean city. Sometimes, a young girl will stop u "gracefully", asking for spare cigarettes. The most common thing would be to indulge yourself into paid sexual intercourse, especially when u have that 'job' like Belle du jour. A medical students who survive by being a 'call girl'. 'Call girl' earns at least £500/night, hence surviving the whole week.
Its amazing to endeavor in issues like this. U always thought u know a lot, but then think again. i don't simply jump into some stupid judgment just because people do stuff to live. but i admit i am sometimes judgmental towards other stuff. i mean, isn't everyone is? my neighbors are nice people. they are not bunch of wannabes, they just do what they can to survive. but if i were given a choice, i would rather asking for some 'loans' and then work my ass off for what it worth. i don't feel sorry for them for not having money to buy good stuff, neither do i feel sorry for them for stealing stuff. a drug addict could have a good heart. a killer will have his soft spot somewhere. God is great, his creation is mystery. who are we to deny the fact that we are not perfect. there are things that we do, that sometimes don't even making sense but we do it anyway. why? because its just one of those things. and in their case, maybe to live luxuriously or perhaps to survive. but i guess, I'll never know.
-lady-
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