4-digits

Haha. Ain't those gamblers' fav.

But my payslip. Hahaha. I'm working. I can't stop declaring/ announcing this. Out of madness and out of sadness.

Being 22 and getting a good pay with a Diploma. What's more I can say. It's super-duper professional. Not those works that anyone think he can do and just do it right. Forget about those stereotypes, people. It's not about changing diapers and washing backside.

Sad. Or not so sad. Just a sigh. All those (Ok, mostly) good old friends from KH are going to come out with a Degree and some Master. That's all- my sadness/sigh.

But.

Who knows how much I can get paid by that time? And how far I have gone beyond!

So often we heard about graduates are not working in the field they study for so much money, go twinning and internship. Something like (you know who!) a mass-comm-er working in marketing. Good if you get a fat wages. Bad if you hate the company, the boss, the colleagues, the job and worse still, you hate yourself.

I am happy to see myself earning this righteous pay. I can just grab the expensive dish on the belt for my dad. I'm saving and planning for my glorious, summer Aussie trip to Melvin's wedding!! Weeee~ Gift, air tickets, shopping, fun, fooooood....and maybe transit to drop by at Mul's place in S'pore for a day or two =D

It's good to be financially independent though! Praise God \(^o^ )/