Tuesday, 28 August 2012

All about the money, money



Hello hello!

Today is Monday, but supposedly Tuesday since it's 3AM and I'm blogging.
Most of my friends are perhaps sound asleep, as their classes has started again.
I have an extra one week, and then hell for me. LOLOL.

Just glad to have some respite. Mei Yen's break is FOUR WEEKS. =.=
I JELLYYYY


Finally saw my precious baby :))

Mei Yen's been MIA for a little more than a week,
she went on eight-day trip to China. 
Visit her extend family.

I don't know what happened to mine.
=.=

Went to jog with Chi Cheng after that at DPC.
Drizzled, but not enough to make it an excuse. 
It was so negligible. 

Which is something because all my friends know
I hate getting wet in the rain. I mean whole body wet maybe,
but a drop here and there. Is ickyyyyy.
My pet peeve. I love umbrellas. Parasols.
Espo transparent ones.


Many times I have done this T.T

But I've been feeling so lethargic and pudgy.
cannot cannottttt. Lucky to have friends nag me to exercise.
I used to be the one doing the nagging.

And then college. Tired like a loser.
How can. 

In life, you do more and have more energy.
Do less and feel more tired. 


SO TRUE YOU KNOW YOU CAN ACHIEVE ANYTHING 
SO LONG AS YOU KEEP BELIEVING AND PUTTING EFFORT.

I MEAN COME ON MANKIND MADE IT TO THE MOON
NOTHING IS IMPOSSIBLE. JUST TAKES TIME!!!!!!!!!

HAHHAHA pardon me 

Only did four rounds run and walk around the lake.
I DISCOVERED. It's easier to run when you're looking on the ground
instead of what's ahead of you. 

Umm. Because it's too boring and predictable?
You know where you're heading, you see the inclines and get tired.
I just look down and pretend something's chasing me.

And some helpful infos ^^



 Okay? Have to exercise, have to be productive.


This was on Saturday, dropped by to see Sim Kuan and Yen Shen.
They were studying at Coffee Bean DPC.
I was swimming with SY at da clubhouse.
Sim Kuan stress balls now for her SUPER SUPER BIG EXAM.  
At night, as usual din din at Curve.
Got my weekly dose of mags from Selvan
but realized I bought a magazine I already had at home =.=!
I AM NOT PAYING ENOUGH OF ATTENTION
My brain functions like when I'm driving.
It thinks it's travelling at great speed but no. 
I'm stationary. Brain gets frustrated.
Also I have a tendency to talk in chunks.
Only certain ppl can interpret. lolll

After dinner, called up Xuan.
She was with Jasmine and Chloe.
Followed them to their second round,
mom mom this ultra super long roti tisu.
Takes three plates to let it "sleep".
NICE AH. I HUNGRYZ THINKING ABOUT IT :'((


#today's camwhore insta

After I went home I couldn't sleep. 
I kept thinking about how to earn money in the future.
My career. Until six in the morning.

I mean... I can't give any excuse not to succeed.
Good home, good education.

My dad started out with nothing more than maybe 5k in his bank,
so what excuse can I give?

PSSHHH. Daddy invested in my education, my greatest nightmare is
having a salary of a regular salesperson.
But no offense to salespeople! I've been one.

I just don't want to be one forever.
No one wants to be at the bottom...

I don't want to be good, I don't want to be great-
I want to be the greatest.

I don't want just a fashion brand, 
I want an international fashion brand.
Scratch that, international lifestyle brand.

I hate guilt, I hate skimping.
I hate the guilt of spending someone else's money.
I hate skimping because I don't have money.

I HATE IT. I CAN'T WAIT TO WORK.

You know, when I'm "in like",
I'm so foolishly easy to satisfy- all I want
is to be the person I like.

But now romance is out of the equation,
and all I wonder is. How much am I worth?
What do I have that'll make me irreplaceable?
In a world where people can work so much harder because they're desperate-
in an intensely motivated sense, how do you pitch up?

When you're so fucking comfortable in your own home,
watching TV and enjoying air-conditioning
without having to pay for anything
and instead getting pocket money.

Where do you find the fucking motivation?

My dad, part of why he managed to work so hard was 
because there was no choice for him but to succeed.

If he failed, not only did he failed himself.
He failed to feed a family of four as well.

When you've slept on floors your whole childhood and ate flowers as lunch,
you'd never want that for your children.
You'd never want to be scoffed at by your in-laws again,
looked down upon because they never thought 
he could provide a good lifestyle to their daughter.

That was my dad's motivation.
Where's my fucking motivation? :(

HHAHAHAHA.
Ma de. I stress.

All I can think of is. To earn money, earn more and more until I earn more than my dad so I can repay him and he can retire in peace. I don't want to be a daughter who never stops asking for money. I don't. 

I used to want to earn 1 Million then I'd die happy. 
But no. 100 Million is more like it :/
Everything is going up, and up.

All I can think of is. Never having to limit myself when I want something. Never have to think- oh, I  don't have enough money and I don't know how to earn enough... I can't buy this.

I want to grab what I want, and be happy as I hand over my money
because I'm happy to part with it.
To earn what you get.

Money never used to be my priority. 
It is now, because I'm getting older and I can't be dependent.

Money would never betray you like a loved one would, 
but also it could never, ever love like a person could. 
Money is dead, humans are the ones who make it.

So in the end. People are my priority.  
Family and friends. 

I will never love a boyfriend as much as I love my dad.
Husband maybe, but at most same level as my dad.
Lol. Because daddy was here first.

Family are the special people 
you're born into
and they're with you through your whole life.

people may come and go, but family isn't one of them.
Miles apart or death, family is still.
family.

Friends, they are precious.
All those memories and laughter shared.
Friends are family you choose.
Never let them stray.

I get sad when I don't see them for more than three days.
HAHAHAHHA.

Sometimes I get mad, sometimes I talk bad
but at the end of the day 
I still love them a lot a lot as my friends.

And of course there's this period that maybe.
It's not so obvious but you know.
You can only concentrate on a friend's bad side.
Maybe I won't like what she does, but I still love her as a person.
And then after that period is gone.
I feel stupid for being so county-county with 
what you did wrong what you didn't do blabalbal.
Because I'm not perfect at all and I'm thankful that 
they put up with me ^^

And if you asked me to choose, throwing away all my branded stuff
or losing a friend... I would choose the former anytime.
Branded stuff can buy again, friends... equal to being priceless.

Mah de, I don't know why I type a lot of crap today.
HAHHAHA. Spill it all out. Got da momentum.




HAHHAHAHA LOLLLL.

This was on Sunday's. 

This is the blue bag effect.
Every girl's heartbeat will raise faster than
running a four-mile track
upon seeing the Tiffany blue.

Bought a bracelet and earring.
Err. Spent an hour at KLCC trying on and off.
I don't like buying something I'm not 100% happy with.

HAHHAHA. The salesperson was patient enough ^^ friendly yoh.
Bought it with my own money, from previous job savings and leftover HK money.

Heart taggy earrings! I think I had a picture of this on my post a few months back.
For expensive stuff I always think about it a lot like an auntie before buying.
I love gold, but it is so expensive. Like at least four times more expensive than the silver version.
HAIYO, THAT'S WHY I WANT 100MILLION.
I WILL WORK LIKE A DOG FOR IT 

HAHAHHA see how it ten years time


I like to stack it with gold accessories. 
Too used to having gold, warm skin tone oh

 I don't want to spend money on clothes already.
Save up and buy accessories. HO HUM.

Juicy's accessories not bad! Hehe. Less expensive.

I always say I wanna save money, but the reason I save money 
is to spend it, just in one shot and for one expensive thing.
But err. Need to. Control!


First handbag I got from Italy, when I was. Fifteen ah.
ISSIT. Or t


Okay I found the original picture.
Valentines Day, 2008. This was me holding up newly-bought bag 
at my hotel room, like it was the most precious thing on Earth.

Lolll easy to satisfy when you're younger.

This bag got stolen once this year.
The thief took my phone, camera, cash
and left my bag in the toilet.
Well, bloody unfortunate but at least I got my bag.
Sentimental value yoh!

If it's mean to be yours it's mean to be yours.


Picture of me when I was. Hmmmm. Six ^^
I love how printed photos always have dates.

Damn dulan right my face. lolol


And a very anal thing about Tiff & Co.
They have engravings everywhere.
Managed to zoom in this one.

HHAHAHA look at the T&Co thingy.
It's the behind of the earrings. The "post"
Err. Even the stopper has engravings.


My dreammm. The gold ones.
Elsa Peretti diamonds by the yard triple diamond gold bracelet.
Return to Tiffany gold key. blurbedjejkbek
Doesn't matter what I want, important thing is to save up
and find some odd jobs while I'm at it =.=

THANK GOD CHRISTMAS IS NEAR.
Well quite la. Few more days to September, damn fast!
And then CNY. ANGPAU AH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
 AND THEN MARCH. BIRTHDAY AH!!!!!!!!

I love being a kid, still.

Well honestly the good thing about expensive branded goods is
they aspire you work hard and earn money.

People don't just buy the product, they're buying into the lifestyle that's
connected with having a Chanel handbag or Rolex watch.
They can raise their prices every year,
but still. People keep buying.

Sometimes I don't give a fuck with shopping
this constantly having one thing I want to buy

BUT NOW. I'M IN THAT PHASE.

The good thing is it drives me to think more about my career.
Bad thing is. Err. Spend a lot. =.=

I think when college starts I will forget. Eh wait no eh.
College start I will think about fashion, think about what to wear.
THINK ABOUT WHAT I WANT TO WEAR.

HOHO. 

I don't want to think already.

That's all today, thanks for tuning in ^^
BYE BYES OH! LOBE YOU GAIS!


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