Money Money Money

Money matters. Sorted it all out with my personal financial banker, the mummy. This mummy ah, shes better than a personal wealth planner. All these years, confirm grow your money, recession after recession. Simply amazing, I've never doubted her skills and instincts, and will never. All the interest she adds for me over the years can put Singapore and Aussie banks to shame.

Anyways, made it clear with her that I have no intention of living on her money any longer than I have to. I told her clearly that I wanted to pay for my holiday with my money. All the big ticket items from now on will be paid by me... Only living expenses and school fees she'll have to foot.. Don't want her to work so hard for the money, and me spending it all. I want her to enjoy her hard work, when shes not yet so old. She deserves it, deserves a standard of living far higher than what shes giving herself at the moment.

Don't want her to work so hard anymore... I want her to enjoy life... Shes got nothing left to prove... everyone at work respects her, her bosses love her, she's got a nice house, enough to retire, and a family. But working is one of her passions... One that has gripped her too tightly. She feels satisfaction in success, that's alright, that's good! But like what Aunty Jenny's husband said, "I think you need to know when to stop in life." Hope my mummy finds a time where she can finally slow down and lead a more comfortable life.

I see her walking to the market and NTUC, at least 3 km away, and returning with bottles of drinks and the week's shopping, and my heart aches. Why does she do that to herself? To save the bus ride of 71 cents. Even in the blazing hot sun, which gives her migraines, she would walk. If my mum does it to save money, I should follow suit, and besides, I'm using her money. Sometimes I tell myself its good exercise. Most of the time I tell myself its for my mummy.