Ka-ching

And Ash reflects yet again! It’s amazing eh? I have tonnes of slides to read, a few connective tissue cells that need memorising,  oodles of notes to finish making -to make the studying easier- and yet, I insist on blogging as a higher priority!

And oh, I shall sleep right after too. My weekends consist of virtual breakfast dates. With just one person, I assure you *grins* I have to be up early and pretend to look like a morning person for the cam =P

So here I was thinking again.

About what Ash?

Money

Don’t we all. . .

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Well not so much money as in, I want money now thinking. But recent events taking place in my family, amidst friends and in some relationships concerning others, the bottom line is this. . .

In general, relationships today are defined by moh-ney.

"Noooo. . .I could never let something like money come between me and my sweetheart."

Now just you take that back. No you don’t, your relationship isn’t any more special than the other couple snogging each other’s faces off down that street. As much as you blatantly deny the fact, ALL relationships of today are very much affected by moh-ney.

Think about this. Your other half has no credit to text or call you ||> You get irked, you end up calling him/her, your cash goes off, eventually none of you have cash, there’s no communication, along comes someone else who sees you everyday - BHAM, suddenly your other half isn’t around for you anymore to talk to. And this new being is. Instant chaos. 

Or another scenario ||>  There is a wealthy relative in your family. Immediately, all your family members turn to him for support. If he isn’t a generous man, it’s not complicated at all, he’s a rich snob! =D But if he is, then he gives. And gives. And gives. And in human nature, it’s nearly impossible to be that giving and not expect ANYTHING in return. Thus, Mr Rich Generous Man will therein expect your undying gratittude and put an ounce of dominance in the dude and he controls your life! 

What else?

People with more money, get more respect. You’d be an idiot if you denied this. I’ve known the most solid, responsible and giving of people be torn apart by money woes. What’s so sad is that people just can’t see what’s within the means of a person and it really doesn’t mean they love the other person any less.

Money blinds people.  Money changes people. Money talks.

 So this is why, when my mother hands me a brand new 50 - and it’s not even allowance day! - and I also have 60 bucks in my wallet and could have had 110 AND the next additional 100 coming in this Monday, I tell her politely to keep it. 

Whatever happened to opportunist me?!

No, I’m not waging a vehement vendetta against the very thing that enables fortnightly trips to Dorothy Perkins, fattening fast food franchises and looking even more hotter than usual *coughs* I am merely, being, or attempting, to be moderate.  Plus, she can put that 50 aside for the fund that’s going for the new study table and other things that my room needs =D 

I’m actually, just, afraid.

I need to make money. I need to buy a goddamned house in New Zealand. I need cash to become a BETTER doctor. And I need cash to adopt my multiethnic kids. That leaves zero for the wardrobe impulses and tech gadgets. Goodbye 3 for 10 earrings. Goodbye social life.

If this is what it takes to becoming a responsible adult, find me Neverland.