dec14

When I was much younger, I've always wanted to be older. I couldn't wait to be in my twenties. At that time, the twenties seemed to be an age of wisdom, freedom, and of course, financial independence. No more will I need the company of my parents should I need to make a trip to Orchard Road. Nor their consent to buy a pair of track shoes. I will be able to come home as late as I want and not worry about curfews. And I won't have to live in fear whenever it's time to bring home the report book.

Now that I'm officially 25, the twenties doesn't appear to be that alluring. I'm none the wiser compared to that kid I was, not as liberated as I would have liked, and still as broke as ever. Like it's not bad enough to not have these realised, I'm slapped with more pressure and a great deal of stress. When you're 25, you're expected to be sensible enough to lead a decent life. Coming home at 4am is not even remotely sensible. When you're 25, you should have an honest and respectable job with a sound paycheck (of course it should include CPF contribution to guarantee a comfortable and painless ownership of your HDB flat when you're getting married). Naturally at 25, you should be going out with a worthy and pleasant young chinese man who has an equally sound, if not, bigger paycheck.

I hate 25! I'd rather be studying for my 'O' levels!

On this day, my wish is to become the richest woman in the whole wide world!!!!!! Oh right, and world peace...