power to my dollar

pay day has arrived. i got my salary! my first pay as a non-NSF. oh, the joy, the pleasure. utterly indescribable.

during the long week that i spent searching for a job after my ORD, i felt helpless, poor and slightly desperate. i had to survive on what little that my parents could provide me with. my spending habits had to be put on a tight leash. it's also just not right to sit around and rot while waiting for my parents to lay some cash on the table. "i'm a degenerate," i thought to myself.

not being on a payroll made me feel vulnerable. not that the SAF allowance was empowering; in fact, it's far from that, as every NSF should know. not unless you're an ociffer. who sits around in an air-conditioned office and gets paid more than one grand every month while your peers slog it out in the mud for half of that. who gets so much cash, you start 'planning for your future' of fast cars and big houses. who can easily date 3 girls at the same time and still have enough spare cash to get yourself a designer blazer. who can easily afford your mobile phone bill that you stopped using your fixed line at home/office to make outgoign calls. faggots.

i took the paycheque into my hands and felt a surge, like something hit me square on the jaw. the all-mighty omnipotent shopping mood. thrift season's over. oh yes. yes. my want list flooded my head. puma jacket, blah blah. but i had to control myself. the great singapore sale is only in a few months. i guess i can wait. it's always better to get value for my dollar.