Tuesday, June 20, 2006
You knock some sense into your thick head and everything's fine and dandy (or so you think) but a knock to your head by someone else makes up for all the difference. The former represents the state of self-denial, the latter is a reality check. The only problem is... you didn't know that.
Money isn't the root of all problems, neither is the greed of money. It's the lack of ability to manage funds. Ten grands may appear to be measly if you fail to ukur baju di badan sendiri, whereby your expenditure exceeds your allowance. Sad to say, it is indeed a common situation. A problem most people would deny having and thus do not seek assistance.
Managing finances isn't my forte, and i admit i'm pretty much a dummy where money is concerned. My relationship with the colourful Yusof Ishaks is very simple -- earn, save, use (read: SPEND). Earn. Save. Use. In primary and secondary schools, my allowance was fixed and guaranteed. I didn't really worry about the possibility of not having enough cash to fund my needs because my parents are automated teller machines, you see. But of course there were times when i worry if the machines do not have enough cash themselves. Therefore i made it a point to save save save and never quite spend much. But the ATMs never once allowed my pockets to be empty, even when they weren't doing so great themselves. Those were the selfless things my parents did and are still doing. And back then, i knew i had to start standing on my own feet and stop being a leech to my parents.
That time came soon enough, so soon i was taken aback. Signing a bond with my sponsoring hospital was like removing a harness my parents placed on me. I found myself precariously edging into semi-independence and 'twas a liberating feeling, albeit frightening. It's almost like being thrown into a pool, but you know you can't swim.
For that sum of money i receive every month, i was also provided with valuable lessons, but that was self-searching. And today, with much regret, i'd have to say that i still have a lot to learn in this aspect of my youth. After all, i'll be a full-fledged adult in two years' time, in the eyes of the law. I'll be working, yo.Slaving for Earning my own moolah. Ack, depressing!
So when someone sincerely offers you advice and assistance, you don't brush him away. You don't think of yourself exclusively because the world never revolves around you. Think for your family, your future family, think of all others. Think of how the mismanagement of Yusof Ishaks can lead to a downfall of not just you but everyone else, like the Domino effect.
And i know just what i have to do. Wish me luck! (=
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fara // 17:08
You knock some sense into your thick head and everything's fine and dandy (or so you think) but a knock to your head by someone else makes up for all the difference. The former represents the state of self-denial, the latter is a reality check. The only problem is... you didn't know that.
Money isn't the root of all problems, neither is the greed of money. It's the lack of ability to manage funds. Ten grands may appear to be measly if you fail to ukur baju di badan sendiri, whereby your expenditure exceeds your allowance. Sad to say, it is indeed a common situation. A problem most people would deny having and thus do not seek assistance.
Managing finances isn't my forte, and i admit i'm pretty much a dummy where money is concerned. My relationship with the colourful Yusof Ishaks is very simple -- earn, save, use (read: SPEND). Earn. Save. Use. In primary and secondary schools, my allowance was fixed and guaranteed. I didn't really worry about the possibility of not having enough cash to fund my needs because my parents are automated teller machines, you see. But of course there were times when i worry if the machines do not have enough cash themselves. Therefore i made it a point to save save save and never quite spend much. But the ATMs never once allowed my pockets to be empty, even when they weren't doing so great themselves. Those were the selfless things my parents did and are still doing. And back then, i knew i had to start standing on my own feet and stop being a leech to my parents.
That time came soon enough, so soon i was taken aback. Signing a bond with my sponsoring hospital was like removing a harness my parents placed on me. I found myself precariously edging into semi-independence and 'twas a liberating feeling, albeit frightening. It's almost like being thrown into a pool, but you know you can't swim.
For that sum of money i receive every month, i was also provided with valuable lessons, but that was self-searching. And today, with much regret, i'd have to say that i still have a lot to learn in this aspect of my youth. After all, i'll be a full-fledged adult in two years' time, in the eyes of the law. I'll be working, yo.
So when someone sincerely offers you advice and assistance, you don't brush him away. You don't think of yourself exclusively because the world never revolves around you. Think for your family, your future family, think of all others. Think of how the mismanagement of Yusof Ishaks can lead to a downfall of not just you but everyone else, like the Domino effect.
And i know just what i have to do. Wish me luck! (=
fara // 17:08
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