Today - no camp, no part times, no calls from friends to meet up - there's nothing to welcome this Wednesday. For this, I had stayed all day at home. As part of the government's desire to boycott smokers, I lived a smoke-free day today. As a result the running nose ran like tap water today. Also as part of the society's desire to promote the golden rule that money makes the world goes round, I treated myself to 2 meals of Taiwan's chicken soup instant noodles today. At the end of the day, the dry taste of the MSG was just to gross and made me feel sick. As part of my daily workout regime, two packs of instants mee are not going to supply me enough nutritions. Thus, supper was a sumptuous mocha chill milk with microwave heated pizzas from Cheers.
All the above craps are featured as part of welcoming the new phase of my life - going back to a broke.
My last allowance from SAF had settled the utilities bill. Putting it simply, this marks the first step out of the rigid but freakingly rich organisation. Stepping forward, I wasn't able to bring along any hard cash with me. A fresh start indeed.
After making some enquiry calls to SIM and various banks, I realise my foolishness to have taken it for granted that I would have no trouble getting a loan from bank. I was still hoping for the operator to tell me that SIM provides help schemes to needy students. Darn. I can't even find a guarantor to fulfill the condition of applying a study loan. Mum had already officially retired from her Sentosa's ridiculously-unreasonable-pricing store. Although I still bear a dim hope that mum's husband would offer to lend the sum, I am too embarrassed to turn to him for the cash. The money is meant for his son. Moreover, other than money, there's one more thing I hate to owe - a favour.
To look for someone to be a guarantor made me feel like a beggar, and I hate it. It will take me no less than a couple of years. How much can I earn with my tattered A-levels certificate? Hell am I losing out in time.
The practicality of the lucre-based society had highlighted how deeply rooted the money tree to its core, depleting the chance of an average candidate in poverty to strive alongside the majority. The subsidies and grants are only meant for potential candidates. I should wake up already.
I have 2 weeks to find either the money or a guarantor. Or else I would be sentenced to be a year of an average thug.
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