Loving and Letting Go

We had loved, and lost.

We still do love each other, but we have changed.

Due to this, being together is too painful beyond words.

In the circumstances, he has a better chance in finding another love,

than trying to revive a dead wife.

"Those were the days of our lives" Queen

"If I lay here, if I just lay here... Would you lie with me, and just forget the world" Snow Patrol

"Wherever you go, whatever you do... I will be right here waiting for you" Richard Marx

Well, I probably won't wait for him anymore.

Never had he belonged to me, 

he had not wanted to.

The longer I am in limbo, 

the more I see our incompatibility.

I had been giving in endlessly,

maybe I had lost myself in the process.

I had been happy, I did do my best,

even if it hadn't been good enough for him.

Our moments together, I will always treasure.

Some I wish to forget completely,

but I will hold on, because I need to be reminded

of the sound of heartbreak.

Those were the days of our lives

We used to be happy, and carefree, and trusting.

I didn't know any better.

He had said that I had AGREED to the presence of all those girls.

In my defence, I had agreed to & accepted his past (because we all had one).

I had agreed and understood that he had had friends and romantic interests THAT REMAINED IN THE PAST. We all do, and we have LEFT THEM ALL IN THE PAST.

Unfortunately, they have all encroached into my present, 

and into my private domain I shared with my lawfully wedded husband. 

There was no line that he/ they had drawn between "wife", "romantic interest", "past romantic interest", "present romantic interest", "friendship", and "acquaintance". 

He was friendly and helpful to everybody. 

The words he had used with them and with me, especially with Aiza & Che Na, were indistinguishable. He had loved them, still do probably. Never will they be forgotten, Like nothing has changed. His past and present blurred. He had loved everybody as he had, and I happened to appear out of nowhere. 

To me I was the 'interferer'. I should not have wooed him. I should have minded my own bloody business. His life was fine the way it was. He did not need a wife. I was probably the one at fault, introducing the idea to him and then asking him to marry me. All these were unnecessary. 

I actually did not need him either. 

I was fine on my own, like I will be from now on. 

Now, let me clean up the mess I made.

It has happened before

In 2013, when he was found out, I gave ex-hubby another chance but was sadly disappointed.

The moment my rein was loosened he ran to the other woman and rekindled their relationship, as if NOTHING had happened. We finally divorced in 2014, and that was that.

Now I am facing another divorce situation, hubby wants another chance. I won't likely give it, because I know it would happen again. This habit is so ingrained in him, I wouldn't even be presumptuous if I say that it is who he is, and I am not convinced he will change.

So that is that. Our lives will go on.

Preserving the Sanctity of Marriage

The judge assigned to us (to handle our divorce case) has not even opened the floor for me to speak. or asked me why I wanted a divorce, and August will be our third hearing. Every case he handles, he will ask the husband to reconcile with the wife, and postpone the hearing to a next date: for the parties to discuss, to pave the way forward, and to stay married for a month or two longer.

Go figure. 

In the previous session on 10 June, a wife had asked for divorce from a husband brought into court in prison coveralls AND the judge gave them another date for a reconciliation hearing. Because the husband did not agree to divorce. So many useless husbands, so little time. 

I get his point, every marriage is precious & worth saving.

However, I wished he would at least let us say a word or two. Obviously we didn't wake up one day and decided to divorce. Something would have happened to trigger that divorce petition. Is he not curious to know what that something was?

Well I will let things take its course. There's a good reason that he's the judge and not me.

We are no longer the same people

How I have changed ever since the love pentagon (not even a love triangle) was found out:

1- I have contacted him less, when I do contact him it ain't pretty most times.

2- I have decided to focus more on me and my mental well-being

3- No longer do I crave his company, and no longer do I believe his words.

From this ordeal, I have become more objective: that I am born alone, meant to live this life without a husband (or a semblance thereof), and I will die alone. To my children, wherever I die, please bury me where I drop. Well not exactly the location I fell, but at the cemetery nearest to it. Do not embalm my body and repatriate it back to Malaysia, because my organs need to be harvested for donation immediately after death. Let the nurses and doctors do their work before claiming my body for burial.

Do not mourn my parting with sadness, for I am a mere human, infallible and a humble servant to Allah swt. I have nothing except for the gracious gifts Allah has bestowed upon me. Dear Allah, please do not let me get too attached to any material wealth, or people, because these are but borrowed wealth/ persons/ moments by your mercy. 

He said he has always loved me, and still do. Unfortunately those words, even if they ring true, no longer convinces me. I have become dead inside, and I just wished I could move on. He doesn't have to take any effort anymore to fix our relationship. It never existed and have always been shamefully broken. I do not care to elaborate, because neither Aiza or hubby took their banter/ flirting/ emotional affair seriously and said I was overreacting; so did Che Na who said "what we did was merely a joke, not meant to be serious" (and she was not planning to leave her husband for mine anyways).

ALL that damage and it was not serious???? Aiza claimed that she had forgotten the messages. I don't think so; she was just saying those things as a cover, because her husband may be monitoring her network and communication; she sounded partly convincing... that it had happened a long time ago and the events do not matter.

My foot! You women destroyed my life, for nothing???? I hope one day they will see their lives crush and crash right before their eyes, and they will begin to see how mine was dashed into smithereens. 

Focus

Applying laser focus to finish Chapter 5.

It is tiring, my arms feel like they want to fall off.

My shoulders ache.

But the show must go on!

Once the work is finished,

I can bring the children out on a proper holiday.

This PhD is their sacrifice as much as mine.

A 3 year labour of love (or something like that).

Idea yang mencurah-curah

Trying to complete my final chapter & plan the story so that everything makes sense.

I am proud to have done all myself. I know what is happening. I know what I have done, and I am ready to answer questions but hopefully not too many questions about chapter 3. 

The challenge now is that PhD is a huge body of work, sometimes I may forget. It is like asking JK Rowling about Hagrid's mannerisms in one of the Harry Potter series, she might not remember outright, but most likely she may need to refer to the book to recall that particular section.

I pray that the examiners are reasonable and do not expect the sky and the moon from me. 

For I am only human 🤞

Hati-hati yang terguris | Hearts that are hurting

Both their behaviours have hurt us, their respective partners.

We, the affected partners, triangulated our experiences and found some similarities.

They have always messaged each other, they still keep in contact via whatsapp, calls of the other are taken in private. My hubby takes her calls outside our house; and she takes his calls privately. To the extent of getting up from the dinner table and taking his calls out of earshot.

When she took her stuff from our house (8 years since the day she ended the tenancy), she didn't ask her husband to come along. She had brought a white car home, containing a truckload of stuff originating from Kuala Lumpur. Her husband was puzzled as to (1) whose car it was that she borrowed; and (2) where the stuff came from. 

She had replied that (1) the car was my hubby's, he offered it to her (her husband knew mine, because hubby had been one of the witnesses for their marriage) and that (2) the stuff came from her ex-boyfriend's house. She had given the impression that these were TWO mutually exclusive events/ human beings, when in fact they refer to one person and one location.

What was most puzzling to both of us was this: Why didn't they marry each other when they had the chance? There was ample opportunity and time between them, for them to have done something about it. Personally I think Aiza wanted someone financially stable and hubby married me because I asked/ forced him to. I should not have done that- forcing hubby to marry me had torn the fabric of time. I had inadvertently interfered in the greatest love story ever told. 

They were/ are literally soulmates, joined at the hips. Whatever issues they needed to work out, those issues were (in my view) miniscule. Given their closeness, and connection, and level of relationship, they really belonged together and deserved each other. My husband_  is now better off financially; I had helped him discharge his bankruptcy status a few years ago. Aiza, with age, has probably mellowed down and become a more matured and reasonable person to marry. 

It would really put everyone out of misery if the two of you just get hitched. Don't tell me/ us anything. I/ we really do not want to know anything, and do not flipping care.

The pain is the same

No matter how many times one falls in love,

No matter how little "feelings" were involved,

When the heart breaks, it breaks in a huge way.

There is a sense of loss which is unspeakable. You miss the normal mundane everyday activities, the messages, the back & forth that seems to come so very freely when one is in a close relationship. 

Now that we're breaking away from each other, literally every step is calculated. You don't want to seem too needy, or too cocky, or too self-centred. Somewhat like the early days of dating, but in reverse. 

You wonder how the person is doing, but do not want to venture beyond the usual niceties reserved for other friends or even a total stranger.

What is left for me to do is to embrace the pain and get through it. It is what it is. 

One breath, one moment, one day at a time. That should do it.

Heed My Warning

Many years ago before we got married (but was about to), one of his close friends told me: "Don't marry him, he's a bad guy". In front of him. Of course I laughed it off, thinking that it was an utter joke said right in front of his face.. and as usual I was too in love to see otherwise.

Truth is, he was probably right. He tried to warn me, in public. He probably didn't know how else to tell me. Unfortunately I was in too deep to even see beyond the reality.

Aiza, her story and mine were more intertwined than ever.

She was asked for her hand in marriage in 2018. We started dating in 2016.

Hubby said she got her facts mixed up. She was asked in 2018. Which I don't believe. I am leaning towards Aiza's version, because she was still a forlorn lover throughout 2019, 2020 and 2021. Her version is more consistent with her/ their behaviour. If she was dropped in 2008, she wouldn't have stuck around until 2018 for him. What for? If she did, she was completely demented or so totally in love with him and has no regard for self care for TEN years? No possible. That version is utterly ridiculous. So I am keeping it here for posterity in case I forget why we should remain divorced.

Aiza gave up waiting for him (I don't know when exactly, probably in 2021 when she got married), and he married me in 2019. She continued dating him till 2021, until she was ready to let him go.

[But what about me???]

Newsflash. Nobody thought about me. 

They were too enamored, too in love to even see me as a real living breathing person.

I was just a person who happened to chase him down, and asked him to marry me.

Never again will I be involved in this business.

The person I will marry now is myself.

Have you let her go?

He has not come up with any specific plan to woo me back.

At the back of my mind this emotional "forever love" connection with his exes lingered. 

Where do we go from here? Nowhere literally. I am done.

Our story could have been better.

He could have made a choice: me over all the other girls.

Interestingly no choice/ omission IS a choice in itself.

He held on, never letting go.

Maybe he wanted everything, and everyone.

Have his cake and eat it, so to speak.

At 46 (when we married), he would know the differences between

marriage, love, lust, crush, care, friendship.

Or are those too many nouns for him to handle all at once?

So he took the "big picture" approach and lumped them together.

Easier to manage, so long as I never found out.

Being a high value woman

Let's walk away from this with dignity, and pride. I have wasted enough tears already. His narrative is rather malicious, and I will not be a part of it anymore.

I had loved someone who did not match my level of love for me. I had thought this time I got it. The advise was: find a man who loves you more than you love him. I thought he was it. I have never been wrong-er. He probably had 10-20% and I seem to have given him 125%. Much too much my dear. The facts have spoken for themselves. 

Whatever drama he tries to project on me now is moot. Fact is: I am too good for you. Way beyond your league. You married up, I married down. FACT.

I walk away with great lessons. Wonderful lessons. I have met many beautiful people.

Most importantly, I remain a high value independent woman.

In fact, my value has gone up since the last 5 years.

Now I need to step back; readjust + clean my lenses.

There is much to be done. 

Great things to accomplish.

Let's go!

Alternate Ending

She walked in like the summer breeze,

Unexpected but welcomed.

She is graceful, sweet, funny, clever, witty.

and her questions, she has so many!

and it is cute that she thinks I have all the answers,

when she is the one with all the qualifications.

For her I will give the world,

our union written in the stars.

All those girls before or after her,

becomes immaterial.

I am consumed by her,

there is nowhere else I would rather be,

except in her arms.

I could spend the rest of my life 

being with her, seeing her smile, 

making her giggle and laugh.

Do not shed a single tear my love,

For I am here.

From now on there will only be tears of joy,

For your past and mine have led us both to this moment.

Our happiness is ours, our world becomes one.

Let me shelter you from the storm, and be your rock.

Let me spend the rest of my life loving you,

in the best way I could.

Let us spend every breathing moment,

being thankful for this gift of togetherness.

Every waking moment of every day,

a blessing in every way,

with you by my side.

Forever and always.

Consequences of Bad Behaviour

We are no angels, but we should not strive to be devils either.

Yesterday I called Aiza, in the presence of her husband.

She had selective amnesia just like hubby.

But she remembered the dinner dates that I was not invited to.

She remembered buying clothes, medicine, supplements for him.

She had claimed from him the money yes, but she should not have done that.

Because there is a person called a wife on his side,

well I may not have been much of a wife, but a wife I still am nevertheless,

and the totality of her & his behaviour is just not cool.

About 19 Feb 2019, she could not remember it.

She remembered hubby telling her of his marriage to me (at some point), 

but could not remember the content of her message to her. (or when it happened)

Because it was so long ago (she had said).

What was so significant to me, the date of our wedding, 

was just another forgotten day to her,

and to hubby too probably.

Last night when hubby and I were messaging he said (I paraphrase),

"you wooed me before, let me woo you now".

When he met my mom on Friday he had said that he wasn't the one who sought me out.

[From other conversations with me had mentioned more than once 

that he had other options of women to marry, on the date we wed]

What can be deduced at this juncture: is that I was the accidental bride.

I had pursued him, and asked him to marry me.

Hence that may have been the reason that I was treated this way.

And the reason for him to still contact all those girls who were his options.

That it was never a question to announce our wedding (because it was not supposed to happen).

This would have been the reason for him to decline the sponsored wedding offer,

because the sponsors' condition was to cut off all the girls on the side.

He fulfilled his bare minimum of husbandly duties, he did what he could.

In one sense I probably did too, because he was always so unhappy with me.

It made a WHOLE lot of sense now, why I am treated like a maid by him,

and his mother too, when she visits, or when I visit her.

We were living two different stories throughout our marriage.

He sees himself as my saviour; I was so in love with him that I pursued him relentlessly,

and I took in stride all the girls on the side in a crowded marriage,

because I so love him and accepted all his terms to be with me.

oh puhleeaasse!

If I do not hate him before, I hate him now.

[and Aiza seemed pleased that we are getting divorced,

her husband sounded shocked. Go figure]

The full picture has been unlocked, and it ain't pretty.

This blog may never see the light of day.

For everybody's sake I hope it won't.

I will pass it on to my children to read, so that they understand.

How being in love has always been my vice,

and trusting every husband with my life is not always the best thing.

Please take care of yourselves my children.

Let me bear all the pain of love found and lost,

so that you never have to.

My lessons in life,

for I am only human.

In our own little bubble (in a small corner of the world)

Yesterday me and my girls folded the clothes together and we talked about a great many things. We have come a long way, supporting and loving each other, and we will keep paving our paths into the future with much love in our hearts.

My sons are also my source of strength. We do not have much materially, but we have got each other. We will survive and thrive. The only way is up up up. I will not consider any other options.

The future is so bright, we have to wear shades!

My wake up call after 2 failed marriages is this: being a wife is really not my thing. I have many other talents to explore, but I will drop the "significant other"/ "wife"/ "romantic partner" roles into the backburner. No more. I am saving this post so that I am reminded to NEVER pursue this aspect ever again. I have enough lessons to last a lifetime, and I am totally good till the end of my mortal life.

What I have learnt is that: I must always invest in myself and the children. The love for self and for the children remains burning and unbroken. I am glad for the opportunities I have had. Although the future may still have a few more potholes, at least I will be navigating them without knives stuck in my back.

So my dear girl, keep shining and do your best. 

The world and everything in it are mine for the taking!

May I/ we find peace in myself/ ourselves, and not from unnecessary romantic relationships.

Grow, shine and sparkle always. I/ We have much love to give and receive 💖

The Heart that Broke

No matter how sad I am/ we are about this separation, it has to happen.

I have learnt that there are selfish people in this world, and Aiza will not be returning my call.

With that, I am given clarity and certainty that I have made the right decision.

She is a despicable human being who has no regard of my wellbeing.

Why should she? She is happily married and maintains a good relationship with my husband (soon to be ex #2). She literally has nothing to lose.

So thank you Aiza. I will no longer be in your shadow.

I wish you the best always.

Actually I am very angry, but I will deal with it myself,

because I know you won't.

Do not expect an apology

The person who hurt me will not be giving me any real apology.

In the deepest recess of my heart, I don't expect them to.

I don't think they ever want to.

Why do they need to?

I'm just a person: nameless and faceless.

Collateral damage in their game of love (with my husband!)

People are self-centred and do not think of others, unless that person is a real life saint.

Which is one in two billion.

I think of myself too, like everybody else.

So why would I be so presumptuous to expect that they'll all come begging for my apology?

Let them live their boring lives, let them strive for whatever they need/ want, let me be me.

Ironically I am the one leaving the relationship.

They have done nothing wrong (they claimed). 

They're singing the same song (that what they did were harmless).

He was just being his naughty self (and they engaged in flirtatious banter, nothing more),

and those messages were not at all serious (what, those, they were nothing!),

everyone can laugh them off, what can't you?

BECAUSE based on a reasonable man or woman's expectation,

if they are not mentally ill or demented,

what he did with these ladies were not normal, or naughty, or funny.

The messages did not consider or respect my role as a wife,

or his role as my husband: my protector and guardian.

So now, I will no longer be convinced by his words or promises,

because his words of love meant nothing.. for the ladies (or even to me?),

and his banter was for everyone to consume, not to be taken to heart.

Me, the girls, the women of the world, everyone can have a piece of him. Why not?

Let me be the first to leave this madness.

Call me irrational, or over-reacting, or unreasonable,

You can even write a tome about my unexpected or abnormal behaviour.

I . do . not . care . anymore .

Why don't you be you, and I'll be me (THANKS James Bay!) 

I had really loved him

For all its worth, loved him I did. Despite all of his shortcomings, and oddities, and how I was treated. I had laughed off many things/ events (and comments from his younger sister & eldest niece especially), and put it down to anomalies of cultural differences, or upbringing, or eccentric behaviour, or directness of language, or perhaps even envy. Because he had accepted me as I am/ was. A divorcee with 5 children. I have a past and am weird as hell too. I had felt: now that I am married, someone's got my back. He will defend me because he loves me. I am able to face the onslaught: past, present or future with him by my side, reassuring me of my worth.

This could not have been farther from the truth: (1) that he may have been embarrassed to have married me (hence the marriage announcement was never made); (2) that he had other choices when he married me (there were many past and current loves in the shortlist); (3) that he had wanted to maintain his bachelor lifestyle and did not want to change (so he lets me do what I wanted to do, and he could do what he wanted to do; no questions asked); (4) that he had thought he rescued me from squalor and a life of vice, because I had dated a married before him, when in fact I had broken off that relationship because it was going nowhere/ it was causing unnecessary pain/ he was not ready or able to love or treat me the way I had wanted; (5) I had apparently waived a lot of my rights as a wife, given that he was super understanding with my situation (this probably requires another entry on its own).

The truth is no one deserved to be treated like I did. 

By a husband, no less.

Once he chose me as a wife, he should have cut loose all those women. I had jumped in with both feet. I did not have male backups, or other choices, or other plans, other than to love him for the rest of my life. Maybe I should have done clear goal settings using the SMART principle, maybe I should have been more prepared to be his wife, maybe I could have been a better person. The reality was: no matter how perfect or great I was, he had always loved Aiza and probably still is in love with her. He seeks attention from Che Na, his other past love. He contacts Azhani when he is lonely and keeps hundreds of her photos. I do not want to compete with these women (who served some kind of need for him); nor should I offer my self-confidence to him/ them for more bashing.

I have just rebuilt my life after the ex-husband episode. Now this. I do not need this at all.

So you can keep all the girls, continue to message anyone of interest, love as many people who you need to, seek all the attention and woo any woman who walks on earth.. I just do not care anymore. 

One Day

You Thought You Had Me Figured Out

We have been married for 5 years. I have always let him go where he wants to go, and do what he wants to do, and pretty much pursue any interest that he may have PROVIDED that he stays loyal. This is on account that he had been single all his life & has a lifestyle that he is used to. 

His interpretation: he is loyal because he comes home to me, no matter how many girls he contacted.. or dropped loving messages to.. or go out to dinners with.. (and probably other stuff too, which I do not care to think about, because I have more important things on my mind). 

As a perpetual bachelor, even a married one, he doesn't have a bone in his body that accepted me as the only female partner and companion (he is allergic to the words "wife" and "marriage"). 

For me however, this concept/ idea/ principle goes against every fibre of my being. A man, once married, makes a conscious choice. If the choice (of being with ONE woman) is so unreasonable that it made him suffer or seek other women, then he should not have made that choice. He should have gone on single, contacting women left right and centre, and don't even bother taking care of a wife. Maybe I have high standards that many men could not deliver, but I will not ever change my expectations. If a husband cannot commit, then DON'T.

To him, I have always been soft/ sweet/ forgiving, especially when he says that they are all just friends, but this niggling doubt kept creeping.. and growing. 

Hence when I started digging I found incriminating evidence that is enough to sink a ship. These will be presented on 10 June. Not all of them though, because there are too many. Only the key ones, because I don't want the judge to vomit blood.

He may have thought that I will never get angry.. or that with his sweet words he could always persuade me to stay, and continue to be my old caring self. Not anymore brother. I am no longer that person & the stronger me will walk away, never to return. Thank you for the lessons & I hope whoever it was that you fancied will find her way back to you one day. Good bye and all the best!

Which Narrative Do We Subscribe To?

Am I the victim, or am I the survivor?

Do I suffer in silence, or do I speak up?

Is this worth pursuing, or is it better to let go?

If I stay, will he come clean and change for good?

Am I willing to stay knowing that he may stray?

His words do not matter anymore.

How much of mental pain or anxiety am I be willing to endure?

What about NONE!

Which options will he choose: Is there one, or two, or more?

What will be the consequences of my/ his actions?

Life is full of decisions to make.

This morning I was chatting with a friend about "positive thinking".

We tell ourselves things (good and bad) and our brains believe all of it.

Hence it is important to tell ourselves that WE CAN HANDLE THIS, 

and that WE WILL BE OKAY.

We are never perfect beings who will never make a mistake or take a misstep.

One thing FOR SURE is that these unfortunate events will happen, not just once but throughout our lives. The most important note to remember is that we should always strive to be better in the eyes of Allah, to be a good servant. Life is so temporary that we should not rely 100% on it. Life is torment, life is pain, yet life is also beauty and promise. 

My narrative to myself is that I will strive to be a good person, who will make me proud, who will make my mom and dad proud, whom Allah is pleased with. On the last aspect I probably have a LONG WAY to go but I will keep moving towards that direction. Moving is always better than sitting still, and making a decision is miles better than wallowing in self-pity or self-imposed drama.

I Wish I Could Blog All Day

One of the most memorable ads (I thought) was by Tourism Queensland for The BEST Job in the World, basically a 6-month dream job as an island caretaker, with the bigger objective of creating awareness about the Great Barrier Reef.

The job entails the caretaker blogging tweeting and reaching out via social media (especially to youths) about the environmental risks surrounding the Reef. I would love that job, so would 35,000 others, based on their annual applications but I am way beyond their target age. They want a digital native, not a makcik who has hardly gone places.

Maybe that's where I should apply for a teaching job. Somewhere in Queensland. Well QUT is there, why not? Let's do a game plan, why don't we?

When A Song Hits Differently

I used to like this song "Kenangan Terindah" by Samsons, an Indonesian band.

Translated, it means "The Most Beautiful Memory". It tells of a love lost, a love that he had to let go, but remained as the most beautiful memory ever. He has accepted that they cannot be together, but is fully glad for her (despite his difficulty of letting her go). Written in melancholic style, it's message is about not being with someone, but holding her in sacred memory 👻 [sorry I do not mean to mock this song, but please jump to the last paragraph if you wish to see my deduction]. 

As always, in theme with this blog, This Is ALL About ME 🤡

Bila yang tertulis untukku
When what was fated to me

Adalah yang terbaik untukmu
Is the best (outcome) for you

Kan ku jadikan kau kenangan
I will consider you as a memory 

Yang terindah dalam hidupku
That is the sweetest in my life

Namun takkan mudah bagiku
However it is not that easy for me

Meninggalkan jejak hidupmu
To abandon your story in mine

Yang telah terukir abadi
Which has been forever engraved/ etched

Sebagai kenangan yang terindah
As the most beautiful/ wonderful/ fantastical memory (ever?)

I was feeling a little dramatic and wanted to send this song as a farewell to hubby, but realised that this is such an apt song for his love stories with Che Na and Aiza. 

Won't be able to listen to this song the same way again. Bummer. 💣💥

Shop Like a Billionaire?

There is an ongoing campaign for people to shop till they drop, interestingly named "Shop Like a Billionaire". I have issue with this on a few levels:

Firstly, some billionaires are frugal and keep a good check on their income and money. Not all billionaires shop like the Shopaholic.

Secondly, when we buy cheap things and in large volumes, we create waste. Already there is enough waste that unfortunately end up in 3rd world countries, or heaped up in landfills. The Earth needs us to consume less and be more sustainable.

Thirdly, financial management abilities. The Youth (and even full-grown adults) do not have the capacity to process this campaign and its effects. We should SAVE before we spend, but many do not do this. Many spend and do not have enough money even for food, sometimes mid month!

Finally, mass production has faces that we do not see. The labourers who toil at very low wages to make all these products do exist. They work under poor working conditions, get paid very little to none, and "work-life balance" is such a alien concept.

When capitalism meets consumerism, everyone suffers.