Arghhh…I hate being broke! It’s just that, I am so not used to asking my parent’s money for everything. I miss the daily caramel macchiatos, the almost unlimited supply of Slurpees and eating out at expensive restaurants just because “I can”. I know, I’m such a spoiled brat but it kills me everytime I go to malls, passing by Apple Center and not being able to say “I’ll buy it on payday.”

Why didn’t I get the “kuripot” gene of my mom? It often amazes me how she budgets her money and not care about life’s little luxury. I wish I was like that but I have to admit that it’s partly her fault, like a small part, that I’m like this now because she spoiled me so much when I was a kid. I remember shouting and crying everytime I want something just so that she will be forced to buy it. I love her for that though, so much.

I have got to change, specially now that my family is having financial problems. Why don’t I start small? Like instead of a grande caramel macchiato, I’ll get the tall one instead? Haha…that is so not changing. Screw it, maybe I’ll be like this forever. Unless something really really horrible happen and we have to live in the streets. God, I hope not.