10 stages of reaching young adulthood

Growing up sucks, no matter which part of the world you're in. On this little red dot we know and love, it's sadly no exception.:(

1. Graduating. Acing the 72 rounds of interviews, and landing your first job.

Yusss I've graduated and am a contributing member of society! go me!

2. Starting work at your new desk.

I am a vision of success!

3. Your first paycheck

And the 10-page long shopping list that came with it

4. Eating out all the time.

Buying me some STEAK cos I got cash to burrrn

5.Seeing a sizable amount of cash money go into your CPF account.

6. Realising the ten billion limitations on the use and withdrawal of CPF

I pretty much can't use my CPF for anything other than a HDB flat?

7. Realising said HDB flat will take at least 3 years to be ready.

No, Annie, it isn't.

 8. And then suddenly, you've spent all your money.

9. The beginning of packed lunches

This is what my life has become. T_T

10. Hopefully you'll lose weight now.

"I've put on sooo much weight since I started working."

11. Weekends are always a source of solace and comfort

(and free family feasts)

12. Except... No money to go out on weekends till my next paycheck :(

13. Thinking of creative ways to pass time

Can also apply to weekdays

 


14. Realizing that pretty much everyone is out having fun and living it up.

And rubbing their stupid success in my face. I hate you all!

15. And then..

I HAVE TO PAY HOW MUCH FOR INCOME TAX??

BONUS MEME: Nowhere to go, nobody to turn to. I'll just make a list with a billion 80s/90s/pop culture references like all those cool ones i see on buzzfeed!

 

xx,

Miss D.

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I recently read through a couple of my old blogs. It's pretty interesting that at each different phase of life, I had a different blog. And I wrote quite differently in each one. Which begs the question, which one's the real Miss Dragon?

I think the different personas are just evolutions of one another. Each new blog had a different maturity about it, and Miss Dragon is the end result. Or at least I hope this blog is the end of evolutions.

I quite like the way I am now, if I may say so myself. And how I'm old and grey and am becoming more of a grumpy old lady with every MRT ride I take.

So, once again,

"who am I?"

And, truth be told, I don't care that I don't know. But it'll be interesting to see how this all plays out!

xx,

Miss D.