When we were younger, we just couldn't wait to be an adult. Being 5, we couldn't wait to reach 10. When people asked how old we were 6 months before our birthday, our answer would be "5 and a half". We couldn't wait to experience school, having friends other than our siblings. Our biggest problem was probably wanting to watch Disney Channel when it was news time and Daddy had the remote.
Being 12, we couldn't wait to reach 18. During our time, at the age of 12 was when we finally got our National Registration Identity Card. God, that made us feel like an adult a little bit. During our time, at the age of 12 was when we finally got to follow our parents to Macro hypermarket. I got my own cellphone at 16. That was totally cool, then. And at 18, we didn't have to worry if the cinema attendant asks to see some ID when purchasing a PG18-rated movie tickets. That was super cool! And when people asked how old we were 11 months before our birthday, our answer would be "I'm 18 this year".
Then 21 arrived, it felt like the world was ours. The transition between being a teenager and an adult. The transition between a rebel and a rational. We went to college and finished our studies, we've obtained driving license, and some of us are lucky enough to have our own car at 21. The world seemed larger than ever.
But, when 25 comes, we are finally in the 'real' world. We landed a nice job with nice pay. We bought a new car, rented a house, and changed the phone plan from prepaid to postpaid. Without noticing, the problems we are having grew from wanting to watch Disney Channel to having to pay the bills every month. Now, we keep on hitting the 'brakes'. Slow down, Time. Let me catch my breath. At this stage, questions about age is highly sensitive that people don't ask about it directly anymore. Alternatively, they twisted it a little bit and asked "When was the year you sit for SPM?" or even more subtle, they ask for your NRIC number. Then, they'll just calculate it themselves.
This is actually my story. I was enjoying my time when it suddenly hits me in the head! My car is due for major service this month. Muahahaha..! I am now mentally ready to lose a nest egg of money for this. My crazy sister Shalia just had her car done and she's almost MYR500 poorer now. Honestly, I'm hyperventilating because I know there's no way I'm gonna get to go shopping next month. Arggghhh..! It's killing me!
p/s: ♫♪ I may not have a lot to give but what I got I'll give to you. I don't care too much for money, money can't buy me love. ♫♪
Being 12, we couldn't wait to reach 18. During our time, at the age of 12 was when we finally got our National Registration Identity Card. God, that made us feel like an adult a little bit. During our time, at the age of 12 was when we finally got to follow our parents to Macro hypermarket. I got my own cellphone at 16. That was totally cool, then. And at 18, we didn't have to worry if the cinema attendant asks to see some ID when purchasing a PG18-rated movie tickets. That was super cool! And when people asked how old we were 11 months before our birthday, our answer would be "I'm 18 this year".
Then 21 arrived, it felt like the world was ours. The transition between being a teenager and an adult. The transition between a rebel and a rational. We went to college and finished our studies, we've obtained driving license, and some of us are lucky enough to have our own car at 21. The world seemed larger than ever.
But, when 25 comes, we are finally in the 'real' world. We landed a nice job with nice pay. We bought a new car, rented a house, and changed the phone plan from prepaid to postpaid. Without noticing, the problems we are having grew from wanting to watch Disney Channel to having to pay the bills every month. Now, we keep on hitting the 'brakes'. Slow down, Time. Let me catch my breath. At this stage, questions about age is highly sensitive that people don't ask about it directly anymore. Alternatively, they twisted it a little bit and asked "When was the year you sit for SPM?" or even more subtle, they ask for your NRIC number. Then, they'll just calculate it themselves.
This is actually my story. I was enjoying my time when it suddenly hits me in the head! My car is due for major service this month. Muahahaha..! I am now mentally ready to lose a nest egg of money for this. My crazy sister Shalia just had her car done and she's almost MYR500 poorer now. Honestly, I'm hyperventilating because I know there's no way I'm gonna get to go shopping next month. Arggghhh..! It's killing me!
My Precious ;)
p/s: ♫♪ I may not have a lot to give but what I got I'll give to you. I don't care too much for money, money can't buy me love. ♫♪
3 Comment(s):
*like*...banyaknya nak kena bayar...blom kira study loan lagi..hafuhhhhh!
p/s: rajin update blog skunk nmpk :p
haaa lupa nak include loan study @_@ kakok lagi la, dengan rumahnya lagi, letrik, streamyx..haiyo..
p/s: seronok tgk org lain update blog especially kakok ;)
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