Tuesday, October 05, 2004

Don't look back in anger...

Today was like the longest day in the office in a long time...

Have you ever experienced a day when things moved so so slow? Well I'm sure of us have. And each painful minute passes like an hour...sigh. So it was dat today seemed to strecth like forever. And when I tried to get a 15 minute nap after lunch in the office store, COlin just had to come in and disturb me at the 14th minute of sleep....I mean dat deserted hell-hole is usually left empty for hours sometimes days on end, but somehow the 15 minutes I chose just had to be disrupted...

I guess its at times like these when u noe dat it just isnt gonna be your day...

And sure enough, just as six o'clock appeared on the horizon, calls started coming in, things suddenly had to be done, and in the end me and phil left the office late...

Thankz.

Poison
Today I was thinking bout this very hard. I realised that I realli realli cannot stand ppl who are pampered, who like to live off their parents, who can do anything and get just about anything not cos they earned it, but cos of their parents. Yeah yeah those Paris-Hilton-ites....yuck.


But well I noe a lot of ppl around me, I hate hearin bout these young kids that own their owncar.


Oh wait a minute, their parents got it for them.
Some, if not most get chauffered everywhere. Some use what they want when they want. And well I noe there are ppl who dont want to be pampered but eventually are by their parents. I guess its a "bo-pian" case for them. But for those who complain cos "they dont have their own car yet" and pull a long face when they have to pay their own phone bill, omigosh..


I feel like taking that silver sppon outta your mouth and stuffing it up your ass.
Honestly I do.


Why am I so angry?


Well I guess ultimately , to be true to myself, I'm jealous lar. I mean who woudnt wanna be pampered right? I guess if not all the time at least a bit. But the truth remains dat I wish I were pampered. I wish I didnt have to pay my own phone bill. I wish I could give my dad a call and ask him to pick me up after soccer training or something, and he would no matter where he was.


But I noe it wont happen
.


But I guess its alright, cos learning the hard way is realli making me a very frugal person and I've taken an amazin dislike at making my parents pay for anything. I've realli learnt since I stepped into sec 3, what it means to save, and how precious both money and time is. I can't rem when the last time was that I realli took the time off to spend on myself.....sigh..


Oh well, I hate being jealous of ppl, and what they have that I don't, but I always do, and its like this stupid poision thats lying at the pitof my stomach making me cringe now and then...


But well struggle is good. Cos it realli teaches u a lotta things. Things money can't buy, and success wont NECESSARILY bring.


So ppl, for those of u who haven't, its time to start living your own life. U noe, trying to pay and work your way out of things by yourself. Its time to start taking the burden of your parents' shoulders. Be more aware of things around you, and dont complain when u dont get what u want. Cos dats life.


Oh and if anybody sees my dad, please tell him dat giving his own son a lift now and then is not a sin.


Too much anger for the day az. (please note this is in no way directed at ANYONE at all)


Out.

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