When I grow up, I want to be..

Sadly, I have grown up, and I still don’t know what I want to be.

In primary school, I had a student record, and they’d ask us as kids, our 3 most prefered occupation to take up when we grow up. And they make us write this down every year.

In primary one, I wrote, a clerk, a doctor, a teacher.

In primary two, I wrote, a doctor, hawker, an entrepreneur.

In primary three, I wrote, a doctor, a musician, a teacher.

In primary four, I wrote, a teacher, a doctor, a lawyer.

In primary five, I wrote, a lawyer, a teacher, a clerk.

In primary six, I wrote, a lawyer, an actress, a dentist.

And then there were no more…

now, at the age of 24, I don’t know what I would like to write down in that list.

I don’t know what is my passion. I don’t know what I’d like to be.

I know what I DON’T MIND doing. I don’t mind being an event manager. But is that really my passion? I don’t know…

My un-interesting life.

I find that I don’t mind reading the blogs of people that I know. It doesn’t feel as boring as those blogs that belong to total strangers because it doesnt bore me, and somehow the life of the familiar person, I feel at least a tad bit connection because at one point in life, I was a part of theirs.

Anyways, was reading a 19 year old girl, law undergrad in Adelaide, which I had known because she was a church member long time ago. She’s one fortunate bitch. The daddy’s little girl got a nice car for her to use while at uni. What a life eh? I never got to be a daddy’s girl..

I was also reading my bf’s ex’s blog, and also another life that I think is so carefree and bimbo-ish. Its like there’s nothing else a girl could ask for. I’m thinking to myself, my life is so boring. There’s nothing interesting about my life at all thats worth telling the world. Blogging is just an outlet for me to express my disappointment and dissatisfaction with what I am.

I guess sometimes I wish for something that I can never grasp, and yet sometimes I can also feel content with being comfortable at what I have.. it is what they always say about life.. COMPLICATED.

KoKo Krunch and Apples

After my tutoring session tonight, I thougt i should stop by the grocery mart and get myself some breakfast for tomorrow. Cereal would be good, I thought to myself.

So there I went, got a Koko Krunch BIG one, and then 2 apples. Was a lil taken aback when I realised I didn’t have much left in my wallet. I was unfortunate cos I wasn’t paid for my services even though tonight was the last session for the month. Anyhow, I was actually thinking to myself, should I get milk? I remembered still having milk a week ago and i THOUGHT it shouldn’t go bad yet. And i ACTUALLY looked at the milk cartons on display and thought, “NAH~.. not enough money anyways..”

So I paid and left, got home, immediately checked for the milk. Again, i was unfortunate. The milk HAD gone bad.. So am stuck with Cereal but without milk. I was thinking bout taking the trouble to go all d way out just to get milk again, but I was just too lazy.

Thinking back, I should’ve just called home and asked bout the milk when I was in d shop contemplating on buying milk. STUPID ME.

My own bad.