My parents told me to stop spending money for the next 2 years so that their lives are easier, and they expect me to be alright with it.
Fine, they probably think it's alright to not spend on anything at all because they grew up like that, but they forget that was 300000 B.C. Back then, canteen food was 10 cents a meal. Now, school food costs at least $3. Clothes back then were made of leaves and are free. Clothes now are at least $20, and it's already bad enough I don't have any branded clothes. Back then, their weren't buffets and steamboats because they never went out of their kampongs. Now there is good food everywhere.
Let's say I was poor and I had a child(obviously not in a million years) and let's say he wanted 2 pairs of shades that costed $20. At least I wouldn't say it's ugly and that it was inproportionate to my body. And who am I to say it's ugly? I'm too old for that generation anyway. Yes I'm too fucking old to understand fashion and clothes. I would still think magnifying glasses are cool.
I'm getting the Starhub job to support my needs and wants. When your parents told you you cannot rely on anyone, they meant themselves included.
Bite me!
Sunday, October 25, 2009 @12:56 AM
I just went to the usual hair salon to butcher my hair.
My hair now is like so short, my fringe isn't affected by gravity at all. But it isn't a total tragedy. I just bought a bottle of very expensive($17) gel and I can test out my hair messing skills, and I can put my fedoras to good use. On top of that, no more oily fringes at the end of the day. My hair feels lighter, more wind in my face, more inspiration. Azmyra's bimbo theory is not 100% bimbotic!
I know I have been on hiatus for quite some time. It's not that I'm abandoning this blog. It's just that I have so much things to do, I don't have the time and energy to blog. Plus, I have a total of 3 blogs to manage, so it's rather taxing.
I have decided that I will work at the start of November. I still haven't gotten used to the new school schedule, which is a bitch to an anti-morning person. Two consecutive 9am days is a bitch! Adapting to T1B1 is diffcult too, cos I'm too used to T1A2's company. I still can't believe Azmyra is in another class.
Rachel and Azmyra spread their camera-obsessing bug to me. I will get a Holga camera soooooooooon. My birthday in 3 weeks time. Get the hint!
If you have been talking to me recently, you will realize that I caught the "DIUDE" bug. All Azmyra's fault. Chhhhheh.
Gonna go do something totally dull right now. Tata!
So a glass panel happened smashed onto my PS2 and my memory card.
It's not just about the cost to repair it. It's the 5 years of memories I had with it and effort I took to save $200 back in Sec. 2 when I had $2 allowance a day.
Everyone might think it is no one's fault, but that's not the case. If someone sent the TV in my room for repair, I wouldn't have to move it to the other room. If someone was thoughtful enough to not hog the big screen TV in the living room and allow me to move there, the glass panel wouldn't have fall onto my PS2.
And everyone thinks that saying, "What do you want me to do?" will get the problem off your shoulders, it will not. I don't fucking care how people do it, or how much it will cost, I just want my playtime back. All 5 years worth of it. Build a time machine, I don't care. Hire a rocket scientist, I don't care. If no one touched it, nothing would have happened. So there.
It sucks how bad thing happen to at this time, of all times. I'm starting school tomorrow, and all I can think about right now is my PS2. Yes, the whole world offended me.
I won't say the chalet was a total disaster, for me at least, cos I did learn a very very important lesson from this horrendous experience: Don't let selfish fucks get to you, cos they ain't worth it. I'm not about to go on another rant this time, cos I'm just too drained from all the anger and frustration. Besides that, I now know who my true friends are, because they don't try to hurt me intentionally and leave me bleeding, pennilessly.
What matters most now are those friends, because they don't make me dig my own grave. They aren't the types that invite people(who leave while everyone is sleeping to avoid paying up) to chalets without permission and wake people up by singing at the top of their lungs 5am in the morning and refuse to pay their share of the accommodation cost. No, they are not. Oh wait, they also do not take their time to shower in the morning when they know very well we are late for check-out. No, they don't. These are the people who care about my feelings. Yes.
Okay, time for my personal evaluation on this time's chalet. Compared to the last one, which was really a class chalet where invited people are actually from this actual class in this actual course, this one didn't seem to have the same feeling. Can't put my finger on it though. Maybe it is this guy with a gag-inducing belly who keeps walking thinking people actually care about him, I don't know. Anyway, this chalet just felt more tense than the other one. Hmmm, I'm not sure why either. Oh maybe there was this guy who is the type that invite people(who leave while everyone is sleeping to avoid paying up) to chalets without permission and wake people up by singing at the top of their lungs 5am in the morning and refuse to pay their share of the accommodation cost. Maybe that's why, yes. And the drinking. The last chalet had a happy drinking session. But this time round, I just felt more of a sad drinker than a happy one. Hmmm, I don't know why either, maybe there were people who invite people(who leave while everyone is sleeping to avoid paying up) to chalets without permission and wake people up by singing at the top of their lungs 5am in the morning and refuse to pay their share of the accommodation cost. Yes, that's right. But the chalet is larger and has a proper kitchen with more beds. So, I conclude that the overall grade for this chalet is: -1000000000000000/10. Not bad, not bad at all.
I'm getting tired, I didn't get enough sleep. Some people woke me up 5am in the morning singing at the top of their voices and they thought it was funny. Well, THEY FUCKING THOUGHT WRONG!
This feeling, ever so familiar, is the last thing I want to feel right now. It always happen so suddenly. One day, boom, everything falls apart, and then nothing in within my control. Of all the days, it must happen to me right now.
I will start all over again. I will start to hate everyone, I will start to feel that agonizing pain, I will start to wake up harder, I will start to stop smiling. I never knew it will catch up with me again, it has been almost a year. It's just that right now, there's nothing much to look forward to.
Why should I even bother in the first place? I knew it would happen, but no, I had to be the impulsive fuck like always. I shouldn't have cared, because no one else did. I wasn't obliged to to begin with. Maybe if someone else did it I wouldn't have said so much. It is still officially mine, because no one has given me their part. It's still not shared, it's still mine, yes, MINE! SO don't say these kind of things when you have no right yet.
Sometimes, you should just slap yourself once and look around you, all our faces. If you want us to stay, you should seriously consider a change in attitude. I am not a fucking robot, cos I have feelings, feelings that are not all great right now. Just because I don't lose my temper often doesn't mean I don't have an angry side. It's all bottled up right now and I am sure it will all erupt any time soon.
