Pancake girl #2

One fine day, Pan cake girl ruined it again,
together with the latest addition to her clan.
She said a series of words that weirded me out.


"I studied English education in Malaysia therefore I am qualified to study in London because I took GCEO."
"I don't want to go to Melbourne because there are so many Malaysians there. Eww. Malaysians. I want to go to somewhere unique. Melbourne is too common."
"I received offer from Queensland University but i didn't want it cause i want to study Nursing."
"The reason why i like Nursing in QUT is because they have cool uniform."

Pancake girl: "I want to study in UQ, it is so much better than QUT."
Girl 1: "UQ is a little more expensive than QUT isn't it?"
Pancake girl: "NOOOO! It is A LOT more expensive than QUT."
New clan: "Yea, it's just AUD$30,000."

Coming to Brisbane has made me realise how lucky am i to be educated Wesley Methodist.
Never in my life have i thought such people exists in this world.
Clearly, i have not seen enough.
I would have died of high blood pressure if I were to spend 5 years of my life surrounded by individuals with such mentality.
I've got 1 more semester to go. I hope I can make it through.


To me, Education isn't all about money.
In fact, it has nothing to do with the price you pay.
It's about the amount of hard work you put in, to achieve the final result.
I have always believe in that.
But the hobby of these people are to boast about how much they can afford and how great they are.
How can they even boast if it wasn't theirs to earn in the first place?


It is true.
I can't linger around the expensive cafes, ordering overpriced beverages with a group of avid money-spending friends.
Because i can do so much more with that $10 than to drink a cup of coffee alongside a slice of cake.
Cooking my family a reasonably filling meal would cost me way less than that cup of coffee.
That is why I just couldn't find a reason to gulp down the coffee.
My purpose of studying abroad was to learn things i never could under my parent's care.
And at this rate, I would definitely benefit a lot more than you guys could at the end of the day.


You can call me cheap, i don't mind.
Atleast i have learnt ways to curb my spendings by the time i am back home.
You, on the other hand, will always be the most close-minded, spoilt, jealous and self-praising brat i have ever met.
After all, it is not you I am trying to please.
It's my parents.
And heck, I am damn sure they are.


For your information,
I don't even like coffees.