Hmm..Really gonna miss East Spring Secondary School now that I'm gonna be in a new school in a few months' time. Will miss laughing with Khai in class about the most little things and irritating the teachers as a result, going home with Farah and sharing those heart-to-heart talks with her throughout the whole bus ride, having those after-school smoke breaks with Baby J, disturbing Shamira when she had a bad day in class hehe, copying Lyya's notes and homework, chatting alot about boys with Irah during History.. Ahhh good times good times.. Now we've all come to this, where everybody goes their separate ways. Nevertheless, I'm still going to look forward to more ass-kicking good times because when we said Best Friends Forever, I know I could count on that.
So anyway, I checked my pay the other day and I got the shock of life when I saw those unsightly digits on the screen. I worked so hard and my pay is not even reasonable?! With a heavy heart I went to work only to realise that the rest of my pay will come at the end of this month since I started work after the 15th. Phew. That realllllly saved Seoul G from losing a waitress. Hahahaha. Emak and Abah was so happy I gave them a portion of my salary. They told me the amount doesn't matter, but it's the thoughts that count. They said "Alhamdullilah. Shukran shukran.." so many times to me when I handed them the money. Well, I'm happy that they're happy. It really hit me deep to see Emak and Abah so thankful. They told me I must always remember and think about my parents and I'm still trying very hard because in the end it will leave me with this pleasant feeling inside whenever I see them smile.
Now that the money's in, I wanna spend it on loved ones. This job really made me feel more appreciative. Last time it was always "I pick, Abah pay" policy. I wonder how he could be so generous spending hundreds of his hard-earned salary on us kids. Singapore is such an expensive country. Everywhere you go, money is involved. Tsk. Just now I smoked my last stick and those last few puffs was so heartbreaking. Sigh. I remembered that time when Nenek gave me $10 when I was a really small kid and told me to share it with my sister. I took the dollar note and tore it to half. My sister was so mad she didn't speak to me for 3 days.
Looking back, sigh, what the fuck Suha. That could get you 10 sticks.