Got my first full-time job at aged 20, marketing communications coordinator with StarHub Ltd, a telecommunications company which has only started 5 years prior, expanding into full scale biz ie. Mobile, CableTV, Internet. The company was simply fun, creative and energetic, with people from all walks of life. Budget was aplenty and people were glowing because we could express ourselves a hell lot more with that budget. (compared to my time at OCBC, same role, S$2.00 corporate lanyard, #wtf could you do more?)
Amidst all that, what I was most intrigued was the fact that there were more than 1/3 of the staff in marketing that were RENTING. I mean they have parents, both around healthy and all but they chose to rent, some even rent with their friends. I mean I was shocked out of my wits, I couldn't comprehend and it just wouldn't sit well with me, monetary, spiritually, emotionally, why would someone want to live apart from their family?? Rent would just go down the drain, it's a lot different comparing to paying mortgage, at the end of the day it's yours #hopefully. Still, what would a 19 year old sheltered all smiley fair skin goofy boy know about #life.
8 years later, that boy put down a S$150,000.00 down-payment, stamp duty, fees, tax on a 43 square meter no bedroom loft along Sim's Drive.
Why did this young adult go back on his words and take a 180 degrees change on his take? Honestly I did not, I clearly understood the benefits of staying with my parents, the comfort and convenience is jaw dropping.
All i had to do is to whine about the dim lights, a brighter one will appear within 3 days
All i had to do is put my shirts and pants in the laundry basket and they'd be clean and ironed
All i need is to not put my shoes back into the racks and the soles will be fixed
All i need is to leave my broken belt in the kitchen, and a new one would appear
All i need. . .
Of course amidst that, aging... yes aging... has it's issues. I became a ridiculously light sleeper, I could hear my mom opening her toilet door in her own room, the click of the switch in the living room when she wake up every morning and I take 45mins minimum, to get into sleep.
Guess what I'm saying is that I became really delicate and sensitive, whiny, bossy and irritable that I think it'd best serve the happiness of everyone that I stay on my own. I mean, the beauty of the peace and zen every day, the solitude may be harsh for some but they're definitely music to my ears considering the fatigue i get working in the "stress zone".
Not many could really understand but. . .
I really can't wait to be in my own world
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