Thursday, May 11, 2006
Senario:
Aunty with something in her hair is leaving. ( she was the replacement of the other Lit teacher who left for a while to I don't know where.) it was one of those Very sad, emotional events. And so, our lit group went to get her something- a 63 dollar cake from the Fullerton hotel and a rugby ball called All Black. (Or was it all blacks?) miser me however was not consulted and was forced by my guilt to cough up 13 dollars for her present. Actually, 13 bucks isn't really a big deal. the big deal was the cake.
You see, all cakes of expensive quality taste as much as they cost- they are EXTREMELY RICH- like trust me, i ate one whole slice. Worst of all, it was chocolate. So far, out of the fourteen years of my life, i have still not learnt the art of chocolate appreciation. I only like the cheap ones.
Anyway, there are 7 of us, and the cake costs 63 bucks.
that means 9 dollars per slice. Nothing wrong- just that my heart stop beating for a while to calculate how long it would take for me to be able to save that much from my menial allowance of $20. (Hey mom, you heard that?)
The answer was two weeks. And for the rugby ball, I had to contribute another 4 dollars.
Make that 3 weeks of saving.
please hold while I collect my piggy bank and savour the lovely aroma of lovely printed notes. And while i'm at that, i'll apply some oil to my heart to make it stop aching.
posted @ 12:43 AM
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