I feel bloody cheated because that is what I am- cheated.


My blind-to-price habit is back; I'm back to not checking out the price of stuff even though I am earning a very minimal wage. What's worse is that I have somehow begun to trust online spree-ers and am going on a spreeing spree.

To my defence, my wardrobe looks like a guy's wardrobe- very, very predictable. You probably can name five of my shirts right off the top of your head because I've been wearing them to death. And buying trend-insensitive pieces at discounted prices makes for good investments, no?

Argh, I just realised I bought more casual clothes. I'm not supposed to, not until I get a few more dressier ones anyway.



I am determined to earn as much as possible this holiday. The money will go to:

• a netbook
• a new phone
• new glasses for mum
  
• nice dinner with Pear
• Pear's 21st birthday present
• my bank account (and stay there)
  

Please feel free to hit me - and this is the only way you are allowed to hit me - with tuition lobangs if you have any, thanks.



Sometimes, I wish I were an island.