When you and I, We baby
After a few weeks of what I would call excessive spending by my standards, I can honestly say I am about to enter the realms of student poverty. Indeed, some of us do not possess infinite amounts of sterling and I refuse to get my parents to give me more. I would spend it within the speed of lightning.
You know, I never used to be like this until recently. I used to be quite contented with whatever little that I owned and was never one to purchase something new every other day. So much so that my mom had to intervene and get me stuff. However far-fetched this may sound, I never asked for anything either. Mobile phones, digital cameras, and the apparel I adorned were all just simply given to me. (Okay okay, it is possible that I didn't have to ask and my parents just knew). I got my reading materials on my own though. What’s more, I used to be very conscious that whatever I purchased was not truly mine because it really wasn’t my self-earnings that gave me the means to consume. Stupid I realize because
generally, no teenager really buys stuff out of their income.
But now, like almost
every girl that I know, acquiring things or services without hesitancy has become something of a second nature to me. I do not
like it but I am undoubtedly grateful to be in the capacity to shop andI am definitely dead set on kicking this particularly costly habit. I suppose the explanation for this development is quite plain. With instant access to resources at the touch of a 4-pin number or a signature, it’s bound to infect my cognitive processes and as a consequence it is evidently operating in an irrational manner. Believe me; I do not have it this easy when I’m back in Malaysia. Never did.
Expenditure on materialism is something that I have never been too keen on either especially when you are using your parents’ ready money. Thankfully, I am still not the type to splurge. Eg.*coughs Balenciaga *coughs *coughs Chloe *coughs even more Valentino moccasins. Haha. (It is
meant to hint at girlfriends who owns bags and shoes of the like. Cheers girls. )
I think it is quite funny really when kids get all flashy at the same time. (Sorry to offend any of you out there, it’s not personal!) MEMO: Things that you own, do represent partly, your wealth, your style, and to a certain extent your colour-coordination abilities but it by no means represents
you. I don't care if I do sound assertive.
Oh and one thing I wanted to rant about was the fact that good food is here is far too expensive. A sucky oriental plate of food would cost you five pounds. A good meal would cost at least ten quid if not more. The thing is, being the food-lover that I am, I would go a great distance (eg. Pay a lot of money) to taste great food for the lack thereof here. Hence it is one of the major contributors to my expenditure.
The End.
*Sighs. Nads, I scared him off I think. Although I do believe I was acting in a normal manner. You know, my natural friendly disposition has sent out one too many wrong signals before. Or maybe he got the vibe from me and didn’t really know any better (which means he does not feel the heart palpitations that I do). I don’t know. But what I do know is that I am going to let it go. Now that I think of it, it would have never worked out anyway. We barely know
know each other. In fact, he might even be reading this to get some idea of what the hell I am about. But rest assured no boy scrutinizing this can entirely be sure that I am referring to them. It is one of the many reasons why I love blogs so much.
Holler to Syar, SARA ANIS, Soraya, FAR, Krys, Sue, Alia Nurul, June and Andrew.
( a l y a a ) @ Monday, March 27, 2006 / 8:00 pm /