Money No Enough? Money No Enough.

Were I to ask you if money meant everything, I haven't the slightest disillusion that you'd reply with anything other than a quick and emphatic 'no' (discounting of course the chain of Huh's, What-a-dumb-question's and What-the-fark's which inevitably follow such an obvious question).Is it such an inane question to pose, really?
I'm sure you'll have met people who'd reply in similar fashion within a heartbeat of being asked, before going on to bemoan the inability to afford their latest escape. Clothes, maybe. Clubbing. Cigarettes. Video games. Cars. Phones. Girls. Drink.
I'm just throwing ideas out right now. You get the picture.
Can you be happy and be broke at the same time? Sure - just look at me. If you can't think of any friends whom you've ever known to proclaim as such, then i'm your milestone man - as with all people, i'd love a briefcase with a million bucks to magically appear at my bedside tomorrow morning, but otherwise let it be known that Shaunie-sama is for all reasons and purposes quite happily broke.
See... The way I look at it, there're 2 parts to money and happiness. And before you start thinking i'm hoarding some great piece of wisdom - no, i'm not, the 2 parts are money and happiness, respectively. Think of them as seperate entities, for now.
Only le freaking stupid could've ever come up with the theory that money can't buy happiness - Monumental. Pile. Of. Royalfreakingbullshit. Obviously temporary happiness is derived from my sudden acquisition of a Maserati Coupe, so who're we kidding here? So the purists argue that temporal happiness isn't true happiness - oh alright, you win, you can return to your little fantasy realm now, freak-you-very-much.
Some people have the good fortune to be born into a life whereby money and happiness are easily acquired, or already staples in the household; well, good for them - they have my sincerest jealousies well-wishes.
Some people have shitloads of money but zilch happiness. Naturally, we'd have to define happiness in order to ascertain its presence... But i'm generally of the opinion that if you've a set of parents who couldn't care less about you, you'd be a pretty deprived of the happiness of familial warmth, and ergo all the money in the world wouldn't really make you a complete person because you'd never understand what it truly meant to find joy in a relative, or a spouse, or your child. Hey - this happens; i'm citing this example from someone I know.
As for the last alternative... Let's see:I'm broke.I'm happy.Voila! Presto! Alakazam! And we have a winner, folks!
Because happiness is subjective to definition, I shall simply rattle off reasons for my current state:
Firstly, i'm not sick anymore - I was getting abit worried at the lengthy tenure of the flu, really. Naturally, you can consider this a really minor reason to be happy, and extremely short-termed in nature.
Secondly, i'm significantly unburdened by any commitments or constraints. Maybe you are too. Why aren't you happy, then? How many opportunities does one have in life to exist free as a bird (figuratively), not needing to heed some demand or pull of higher authority and/or responsibility? Enjoy freedom while you can, dove.
Thirdly, i'm finding gazillions of things to do everyday, within or without the house. I've never had any problems with the common complaint that Singapore's a boring place; Granted, you usually require a car to reach all the hard-to-get places, but once you have one... Boring? How could I ever proclaim Singapore to be boring if I hadn't even explored every nook and cranny thoroughly? All the so-called haunted places? All the run-down shops, ancient with cobwebbed trinkets? All the heights with beautifully panoramic views of the night sky and city lights? All the great places to eat? Plenty of these don't cost much or don't even cost at all. And don't even get me started on the things you can do at home.
Of course, there is one last equation we haven't sorted out yet, and that's having no money AND no happiness. Well, g'luck to you mate - I hope it's simply because you aren't trying hard enough, because i'd hate to see fate stack itself up against anyone. It's the phenomenon of the Gambler's Ruin - the house always wins.
Take a step back from materialistic outlooks, take one towards examining yourself; there're always friends you've neglected, things you've procrastinated on, promises you haven't kept - stuff like that. More often than not, i've found that effort buys greater stakes than mere dollars and cents, thereby explaining why someone as broke as I am can still dish out a mean and extremely memorable birthday gift if I so choose to.
Summary? Being happy and content need not cost a cent, even if the presence of many many cents would probably contribute to a much more... all-rounded form of happiness. JAJAJA.