the story of D

There once lived  a 23 year old fish who jumped from a small pond to the big vast ocean. No, a small pond would not even begin to justify it. The fish was bred and bought from a store and kept in a nice fishbowl all it's life. Until now. This fish had everything a fish could ever want. A beautiful fishbowl with man-made imitation algae, pink coral sand on the bottom and even a fake castle to swim by everyday! This fish had keepers who would NEVER forget to feed it it's top of the range fish food and ALWAYS change the water in the fishbowl. It was a blissful life! But one day, this fish got really bored and decided that there was an ocean out there somewhere.. Jumping in the toilet and hoping to get flushed down to liberation would be an awfully exciting adventure!


So one day, that fish took a big gulp of water and bravely jumped outside it's bowl and into the toilet bowl. At first, the fish was overwhelmed by the excitement that filled it's tiny brain that it did not occur to think of the consequences of jumping. Where to land? What's the purpose? Was it worth it? What to do next? No matter, the fish was having fun. LOADS of FUN.


However, no one told the fish that someone would have to flush the toilet for it and neither did they tell it about the perils of the long and winding sewage pipes. The fish realised that the lack of a flush sound meant that it must still be in the toilet bowl (and looking at the its crowded white tubular surroundings, it was obvious it was in the toilet bowl) and the only way to get flushed is when the next human relieved themselves. The fish prayed for it's sending to be a quick and small one.

The ocean, often just described as big and blue. The fish realised that it was not in the ocean yet, for it was not big nor was it blue. How it got there was a big blur. The ordeal was so traumatizing that all memories from that incident was blocked from it's tiny little head. Where it currently was, is a place that reeked of excrement, dark and disgusting. The fish felt an instant wash of regret coursing through it's scales. Why oh why did it leave it's pretty fish bowl?

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I am that fish. I am lost in a topsy-turvy life of human excrement, looking for that big blue ocean which everyone talks about but knows next to nothing about.

I've been living a hedonistic and irresponsible lifestyle for 23 years. Up till recently, it has been good. Very good. Almost too good infact. But last night, life decided to wake me up with reality. Yes, it bit me in the ass. FINANCIALLY.

One can say that I am one of the very many young females who comes out to the city and is encaptured by the glitzy, fabulous and glamorous urban lifestyle. So much so, that I am overwhelmed with expenses and debt. I am a less exaggerated version of Becky Bloomwood, aka Shopaholic from Confessions of a Shopaholic.

But that's going to stop today! This blog will be about me being trendy without being costly, my struggle with saving money and growing up. I am D - a girl with a huge hole in her wallet. Despite my overly-dramatic narration about my long (not to mention smelly) way to the great big vast ocean, life isn't too bad for me... I am surrounded by friends who make life smelling like roses for me. Together with my friend C, who is my saviour, sister and bestfriend rolled into one; we shall go on a life-learning journey.

This is my life and I shall gain control over it.