Tonight, the stars are falling.

Sometimes, I feel like I'm courting an early entrance into my coffin by working myself to death. It sucks to have studied Economics because all that I do now is to consider the opportunity costs of everything that I do or do not do. If I don't drag myself to school, I lose the chance to earn a wonderful salary of __ bucks a day. And if I do, I basically shorten my lifespan by about 5 years and have my poor feet abused to hell by climbing stairs up and down on friggin' heels. I want to contribute more shifts for SB but that means I will have to reject any calls that come my way and lose about 25-35 bucks. (Note: My loyalty still remains with SB. Forever and ever. It's THE world's most fabulous job. Thank you.)

I don't even know why I'm so bloody calculative (about money). It's not that I'm broke senseless. And I'm definitely not like Nat, who wants to buy everything that can be bought. My parents have assured me that they are fully capable of seeing the 3 of us through university... So why the hell am I working so hard?!? This is worse than pre-A-Levels days.

Charlene, you're 20. You have no desire for branded goods or expensive food. You feed on bread, which cost like 7 bucks the most. You breathe in water, which is a public good (FREE). You're too friggin' lazy to go to town to shop. Also, when you spend on yourself, you feel so guilt-ridden that you swear off shopping for an entire month (No, not really. Haha. Two weeks, at least.). You're a huge fan of Youtube, so you don't need the movies. You have everything that you need. You're happy with the stuff you have. Dad is still giving you allowance! You have enough to pay for your own transport costs and medical fees, which you don't even have to bother to begin with... Basically, there isn't any need for any extra moolah at all!!!

Maybe I'm just crazy. Or I love money too much. Or perhaps it's because I hate, hate, hate asking my parents for (extra) money. It creates reliance, makes one vulnerable and it screams 'unfilial' to me. (And thank goodness that I have not done so for a year and 3 months.)

Whatever it is... If the primary school calls, I go. If the secondary school calls, I sleep. And when the end of April comes, I think I will just quit.
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Everyday, my command of English deteoriates. I keep hearing phrases like 'more hot', 'more sexy', 'they is' blah blah blah. Though I have sworn off profanities, save for the occasional f***s, my vocabulary in this particular area has expanded quite scarily. I know certain parts of the body in Hokkien, Chinese and Malay. Taking others' scripts (and reproducing every single word) is for the purpose of reference and nothing else. Choosing the option 3 will guarantee you at least ONE correct answer for Chinese worksheets. Playing with a half deck of cards is not equal to playing cards at all. Allowing the usage of mobiles means that you're the best/ coolest. Violence creates laughter. Brokeback mountain is the norm. Scotch-taping people and having their boyfriends/ girlfriends release them is a testimony to their love. Arm-wrestling is the 'in' thing. Cheating during arm-wrestling is the 'inner' thing. Laughing in high-pitch voices after the game ends is the 'innest' thing. Barbie dolls have switched their target audience to boys. Spidermans dangle on projector screens, carrying hot pink handbags. Balls, which have insects in them or smiley faces printed on them, are the funnest things on Earth. Mindmaps are a waste of time because teachers don't bother to check. Liverpool and Torres suck because I like them. Man U rocks sooo much because I don't like it. Broomsticks are for fencing. Unbuttoning the shirt and showing off your chest is a way to bring sexy back. Having everyone shout 'KEEP QUIET' is the surest way to get everyone's attention and it turns up the volume by only about a thousand notches. Taking the same bus as me means that I'm stalking you or vice versa. The list goes on...

And I love them very much.

Unfortunately, the fact that I have to rack my brains over what to wear and the need to wear heels kill everything.
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To top it all off, I'm still hacking away like a friggin' octogenarian. And I just lost my train of thoughts. I have absolutely no idea what the hell I'm blogging at all. Brain's all fried after work and mad-ass Aerobics (I LOVE IT, LOVE IT, LOVE IT though. *wide grin*)

Pardon a very shagged me. Sigh.
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And poor Filza. Adam's gay. All the cute/ hot/ nice guys are gay. Those who aren't, are camwhores. Which is really strange, if you think about it. Like in future, you'll be telling your kids "Boy/ girl, your papa used to take pictures of himself ALL the time.". There's no macho-ness in it at all. Double sigh.