Penniless.
Mar. 8th, 2008 03:04 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nunuuuI am so goddamn poor these days. I can't do accounting for shit (which is why I'm dropping my business degree), so I pretty much can't keep track of how I spend my money. All I ever spend for is shopping, food, books, and taxi fare. And some bucks to burn on a night out, perhaps, but that's not a whole lot. I'm happy with a cheap pitcher of overly sweet wengweng, because the garage drinker that I am, I'll prefer it over a bottle of Bacardi. But I still can't see any reasonable way of how my money disappears so quickly. It's a good thing that my mom handed over my account to me already, because she'd flip if she knew the exact amount right now in it. The point of handing over the account was to "teach me to save", but maybe I'm unteachable. Case in point: I've used up the 50K that my parents put into my account for my birthday. And that's just how many months before. Frankly, I don't know where it goes! I swear to god! I think my purchases are reasonable, never excessive. So explain to me how I spend so much! I need to get some money savvy quickly, because anything that's given to me or any amount that I save is liable for prompt usage. I've got to say that I feel the crunch most when I see something I really really really really want then finding out that only three purple bills are left in my wallet, smiling at me. And I hate that feeling.
Hmm, I'm so lazy for tomorrow. Kim and I have to interview her lesbian acquaintance in Seattle's Best over at Katipunan for our INSERCH project. That's gonna fly okay, but I'm not exactly up for braving the traffic in going up north. It's always effing traffic in C5, or Edsa, so whichever way I pass, I'm doomed. In these instances, I'm actually glad that dad gave me a "You are a Lasallian at heart, you just don't know it yet and everyone in our family went there" speech, suppressed my supposedly triumphant emancipation from family tradition, and forbade me to attend Ateneo for college. The traffic is that crummy!
Incubus concert on Sunday! I'm going with Gelo and his brother, we have crappy upper box tickets because we only decided, umm, TODAY, that we're going. Plus the issue of my shrinking wallet. But no sweat though. I'll just recall how Brandon, Mike, and the boys looked like from the 2003 concert (wherein we had a decent view), and pretend I'm near them on Sunday. HAHA. I bet they will just look like specks from where we would be sitting, but it's still going to kill. I am still very excited :D
Hmm, I'm so lazy for tomorrow. Kim and I have to interview her lesbian acquaintance in Seattle's Best over at Katipunan for our INSERCH project. That's gonna fly okay, but I'm not exactly up for braving the traffic in going up north. It's always effing traffic in C5, or Edsa, so whichever way I pass, I'm doomed. In these instances, I'm actually glad that dad gave me a "You are a Lasallian at heart, you just don't know it yet and everyone in our family went there" speech, suppressed my supposedly triumphant emancipation from family tradition, and forbade me to attend Ateneo for college. The traffic is that crummy!
Incubus concert on Sunday! I'm going with Gelo and his brother, we have crappy upper box tickets because we only decided, umm, TODAY, that we're going. Plus the issue of my shrinking wallet. But no sweat though. I'll just recall how Brandon, Mike, and the boys looked like from the 2003 concert (wherein we had a decent view), and pretend I'm near them on Sunday. HAHA. I bet they will just look like specks from where we would be sitting, but it's still going to kill. I am still very excited :D