In Control.

That is not my buttcrack showing, it’s just the tag sticking out, thank you very much.

I always think that I am in control. Or that I would like to feel the power of being in control. I love knowing every variable that will effect my outcome, I love knowing the ‘surprises’, ‘strengths’ and ‘weaknesses’ in life. I like being parrallel to everyone, going on with my own straight path, and only caring for my own straight path.

I have always been this type of person; self-reliant. I can get anything in life. They say if you tried hard enough, you will. But there’s always something to it, a catch.

There is that one ‘thing’ that deems everyone weak and mortal afterall, and that is the search for our better-half. No matter how much we achieve in life, the value of obtaining a ‘better-half’ is not in our control because it is dependent on the other person. That’s why real independent people tend to deny the dating scene, and say to themselves ‘I don’t need another person to fulfill me.” Well, it’s not because they don’t want to be loved, it’s because to obtain this ‘consummate’ love, it is totally dependent on something or someone that is outside of their own physical body. A force or energy that operates outside of their will. They are not in control of everything afterall. And that feeling makes anybody of the independent soul weak. It makes one feel mortal again, when one has been living the immortal.

Note: I need to really give up on Valentine’s day. I really do. I’m just going to go to work next week, and whoever greets me with a “Happy Valentine’s” will find a ‘surprise’ in their coffee. Customers and workers alike. I am not and will not be a happy camper.

Swearing Accountability.

I have come to a conclusion that I am not made/born to swear. Swearing has never been part of my blood, and it’s apparently something that my personality does not pertain to.

Does it bother you, make your ears ting, your mouth gasp, when I swear?

If you knew me in person, you would say “Yes!”. Everyone is bothered when I swear, I don’t understand why though. One person said that it’s very unlady-like when I swear, but then again, a million other women swear too, does that make them manly?

“No… just you.”

Damn. Just when I was getting used to putting the F word in everything, people start picking it up as if the needle never made it to the haystack. Anyway, the point is. If I start swearing in my future posts, you should all give me a EPUNCH to punish me. And by epunch, I really do mean eprops. Cause you all know there’s a eprop whore in all of us.

Well here you go, the swearing accountability begins…

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Dough.

This week, I’ve spent $7 altogether. SEVEN. I am so darn proud of myself, I am starting to save. I used to be a little “Epicurean” if you may, I eat what I want, when I want, and it’s got to be the best that I can get my hands on, or that money can buy, because life is too short for crappy food. But now, I pack my lunch like a little kid, and refrain from spending money on ANYTHING. Either that, or I resort to the “OPM” method — use “Other People’s Money”.

 Finally, the golddigga in me surfaces.

Xangans, what do you think about the OPM method? Conniving? Devious? Ends to a mean? SMART?

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Growth.

“It’s not how much money you make, but how much money you keep, how hard it works for you, and how many generations you keep it for.”

It’s funny, because about 2 months ago, I was still reading my Fashion magazines on the bus and everywhere I went. I would not leave the house without my one and only dose of fashion knowledge in one hand and a cappucino in the other. I knew what was in trend and what I was ABOUT to witness in the fashion world. I knew what to wear everyday to fit my fashion-loving self. I shopped, and I studied my magazines. The house of Prada was, and still is my favourite.

Anyway, fast forward 2 months, and you hit the moment call “now” or the “present”, and instead of catching me with a magazine in one hand, you will find a real estate book in replacement. Instead of a cappucino, you will find nothing.

I’ve grown.

For the past 3 weeks, I’ve read these books.

 

 

I think my language literacy got dumber from reading these books. Grammar mistakes  one after another. But for financial literacy, I’ve learned abundantly.

How much do you want to play this game?
Even more than me?

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DINNER!

It’s bloody 8pm, where is mother… and most importantly, WHERE IS DINNER?! ROAR!

Any men out there that can cook? I’ll marry whoever makes the best pasta and cheesecake.
Don’t worry, I’ll do the dishes.