Ohmagawwwdddddd

Ohmaagaaaawwwddddd. (gapes)

I just did my accounts, and it says that my exchange up till present has cost me a sweet S$10k. That includes of course the hefty cost of my hostel in Bath (S$4700), and the airticket back home and here (S$1400), and my travel expenses past and future.

My heart is heavy with debt. Ohmaagawwwd. That means that aside from living expenses, I can't spend any more. No more shopping. No more outward travel (than those already booked). That means I have to pass up on Amsterdams and Brussels with M :(

I am blogging now because it is free. It is possibly my only leisurely pursuit that doesn't cost money.

(Sits in a corner and cries)

I feel so guilty. Like, here I am having fun and spending so much money.

But the truth is, I have not been outrageously spending on things I don't need. I daresay that a good 90% of expenditure is on necessities. Of course there is the shopping that comes with traveling. That's the last 10%. But it's really not like I'm eating 10-pound meals every day and taking 20-pound taxis every week or something.

Thus is the conundrum. A part of me says, well it's justified. You haven't been spending frivolously, you are prepared to foot the costs of any external travel on your own (if my mum doesn't oppose - and she does, which I don't get), and you are here to enjoy the experience.

But then there's the other part that says, this is your parents' hard-earned money. And there they are in Singapore living day to day, while you're going to Frankfurt next weekend to see some castle and river. How absolutely decadent! And then that part of me starts making me feel sooo guilty for all this expenditure.

Boo. I don't know. This sucks.

I wish money grew on trees. Or in my room.