Face the music

I must face the music. I may be the son of a commercial airline pilot who earns thousands of ringgits a week - but I'm not rich. That money is not my money. Therefore I am a poor boy of the slums.

I am jobless. I have a study debt of RM17,000 ++. I owe it to my parents for my food, lodging and clothes (which mainly consists of my father's old clothes). I am helpless without them, my father especially.

And yesterday one scenario summoned that truth which smacked me right in the face. I am too dependent of my parents. I thought I was well to-do. I thought I could get anything that money could buy. No. Those things are lies.

Today onwards, I must realize, I am not rich. I am moneyless. And I must live with that truth in mind. No more desires. No more pride. Live with what I have, and don't ask for anything.

Last minute

I've been doing things in the last minute! Here's a list:

1. Last minute spell check
2. Last minute book binding
3. Last minute job application
4. Last minute appeal for a marks revision
5. Last minute cleaning laundry for interview the next day
6. Last minute application for visa
7. Last minute buying travel tickets
8. Last minute cancellation of invitation
9. Last minute grocery shopping for feast the next day
10. Last minute call about book reservation
11. Last minute grammar correction
12. Last minute consultation on paper
13. Last minute laundry pickup
14. Last minute asking for a sleepover
15. Last minute request for a holiday

There's actually more but I feel this too much a punishment already. Haha.