Monday, April 14, 2008
I've finally decided that if I want to stay awake during the day, I'd better start sacrificing my nights and sleeping earlier. Being reluctant to sleep before 11pm is a lousy excuse for wrong mark up percentages, forgetting things halfway and the absolute refusal to pick up the office phone.
And the more I think about going back to work, the more I'm certain that my job sucks, in every aspect imaginable. I end up having to go for driving during peak hour anyway, because I'm damn slow at learning and there's no way I'm going to pass my test if I don't practice harder.
So yes, life kinda sucks at the moment, I need like something new to look forward to, rather than the whole routine lifestyle. I need every day to be different, for there to be no such thing as a typical day. I need to go shopping for shoes. The shopping list is pretty specific this time, because it's bugging me that IT'S SPRING SEASON and I'm craving for pretty dresses matched by Manolo Blahniks.
Okay not practical, about the Manolo part. And since I brought up the topic about elite, high-end brands, I've decided that at 18 years old, it's not anything that I should be concerned with. Thinking rationally, any cash I'm spending now is not mine, but provided for by grace by the parents. Hence the stuff I have is technically not mine, and it therefore means that by mathematical calculations I am in an extremely large debt, which is only going to get bigger when I receive the final figure of university fees and my piano diploma fees and my driving.
It bugs me. And therefore, no matter how much I'm lusting over that LV or Coach bag, no matter how much I salivate over a pair of Louboutins, or covet Miss Sixty jeans, I won't get jealous of other people who flaunt them. I won't, I won't. )':
Hah, but one day, I'm going to be able to afford all of that, and when that day comes, I'd be buying those with my own money. And my promise to my mum? That one day, I'll be taking her to the Prada shop.
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
You know you need sleep when you can feel your blood pumping just behind your eyes. I'm starting to feel the effects (finally) of having to get up at 6am every morning, for the past three weeks. Unbelievable, really, and I'm seriously so damn tired.
I'm going home to sleep at 7pm tonight. SMU's application could wait till tomorrow. Oh please please, accept my application, School of Business.