Thursday, January 19, 2006

the one about growing up

I seriously hate growing up. My whole life, I've been sent to prestigious schools, been brought up by responsible parents, and basically, sheltered from the whole working adult world.

Back in the Dunman Days, life was simple. It was school, volleyball, friends, hanging out and doing well. I didn't exactly do WELL, but I'm glad i pulled through. What I'm trying to say is, I remember a certain incident where I was talking to Kitty, my best friend, (who is now MISSING in malaysia I can't contact her!) and we were talking about our crushes and our results.

"I really have the feeling he likes me? Ermm.... 80%??"

Kit: "My results very bad, Chinese-70%(A1), HE and D&T-76%(A1), Art-77%(A1), Math-59%(C5!!), Geog-60.5%(B4).. The rest havent got back lor i scared! My mathes very bad! I dunno how!"

Me: "English-72%(A2), Chinese-65%(B3), Math-66%(B3), Science-58%(C5), Art-79%(A1), HE and D&T-68%(B3), Lit-69%(B3), Geog-62%(B4) and Hist-47%(E8!!!)
....... My results even worse than yours........ -____- "



Those were the days. Immature and foolish. And to think we all those getting bad results and crushes not liking us back was like the end of the world. Dunman held my best memories, and I'm glad we all graduated with pretty good results. Now, everyone's drifting and not meeting up.. but there's always this strong bond i share with them that i I believe none of us will ever forget. Basically the only people who really make me miss Dunman are the fellow volleyball girls. (And of course yiqing and etc u know who u are)

Had my fair share of team politics in VJC, I can safely say that my term as captain in the VJ team was the WORST time of my life. Seriously, if I knew life would be THAT miserable, I wouldn't have joined volleyball, no matter how much I loved it. I'd probably be in Chinese dance or something (haha I'm kidding).

My point being, life when you're schooling is really so much easier than when you're working. Believe it when your parents tell you so. I admit I never believed them when my parents told me to treasure the time at school. I was up to my neck in assignments and deadlines I thought to myself, "Screw it man, I can do without all this crap and go earn some moolah for myself." Boy was a wrong. Now I'd rather go thru all the assignments and shit again. Well maybe not. But its just so much more stressful working.

I've to pay my own bills, my own transport, set aside money for food and additional expenses and save a fixed amount every month for my uni allowance. Every cent I spend now makes a difference to me. And I won't say I've stopped shopping, because I know I still do shop on impulse sometimes. And everytime I walk out of a store with my new puchases, I feel a pinch. That's not what shopping is supposed to do to you. So I'm really trying to control my spending habits and start spending wisely.

I'd give anything to have back the kinda life that was worry-free, in terms of finances and everything. Albeit it was tough, like there was strictly NO shopping for clothes and stuff unless mummy said so. With my own money, I can spend more freely in buying stuff i like, more than i need. But it is really difficult to spend wisely. And more often a time I overspend. YEah those people who REALLY know me would probably be thinking, "what?! the way YOU spend is OVERSPENDING?! hullo ure like the most cheapskate thing ever can." but yah, every family has their different financial problems, and you LIVE with it.

So now, I'm left with a WHOPPING grand total of $24.90 in my posb account. And abt $3.70 in my wallet. Till my next payday, which is Idunnowhen, probably 20+jan.. I have an extra lingering $30 to get back soon but now, staring and my PATHETIC account balance. I feel so bloody insecure. I know i probably won't be spending anymore until I get my pay but can u imagine? the next time I freaking withdraw, (which only lets u take out minimum $20) YIPPEEE, $4.90 left. How pathetic can it get?


I'm so broke. More broke than a broken CHEENAKOK vase. I hate growing up.


Charmain.

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