hah. my parents are against hostel cuz my goody-two-shoes smartass cozzie told em hostel life's too distracting. (they only hear what they wanna hear anyways so, well.) AND they're of the mind that i should work when im in uni. (i mean wtf?! people are still blissfully enjoying school life and there i am working my ass off and studying at the same time) all that shit like "oh we're so poor we're already eating into our savings" and "remember you've two younger sisters". don't tell me all that fuck when you go around every once in awhile to buy fucking antiques and paintings even though there's no more space to put them in the house. bloody pathetic. and yes, i just know you're saving up for the dumb kid's education in poly. POLY for goodness sakes! the fees runs to at least a 1000 if im not wrong. c'mon la huh. i saved you guys so much moolah just by making it to jc and on that account you should already reward me. you're not sending me overseas. that's alright. you insist that i've to be self-sufficient during the 7 month break. that's alright. but don't push it man.
i know i sound like a brat. but here i am fretting about money matters and the long distance from home to school and vice versa (4 fucking hours just TRAVELLING. AND although they tell me they'll chauffer me around, c'mon. im not three years old. even from tanjong pagar to home you cant be bothered much less clementi.) and there they are telling me that they like shit poor and yet still continuing with all that maniacal shopping. im like frustrated to tears and it's driving me insane. so much so that i haven't visited the bloody doc even though it's been almost a week and my knee still hurts like fuck. honestly, one shouldn't have kids if one can't give them the best.