Life is a Box Full of Chocolates
Life is a box full of chocolates. That’s how I feel nowadays. Everything is sweets and rich. Chocolaty rich. This month alone, I have spent too much money. I have been buying clothes like as if I want to change my whole wardrobe. It didn’t help when the kids too have their ‘wants’. Jazz has kept reminding me to be prudent, as the world is in recession. The fact that I don’t feel the recession doesn’t prove that I am saved from the economy downturn. But hey, I am not so much of a highly maintenance woman.
So, Bali, Redang and Perth simply have to wait, because if NAFA calls, there goes my $18,000.00. The thing about children nowadays they are too contented. They don’t find the need to go out and work. No desire to buy anything on their own, because Mum is always there. Everything is paid for, all ready and served on the table.
I remember when I just left school back in 1978. The day after the school close for the year, I was already paving my way to search for a job, and landed in one, on the very day. For $11.00 per day, daily rated work, I was proud to earn my own money. Although I was eligible to attend 3 months Junior College in NJC. I forgo that opportunity because I wanted to earn money.
So, Bali, Redang and Perth simply have to wait, because if NAFA calls, there goes my $18,000.00. The thing about children nowadays they are too contented. They don’t find the need to go out and work. No desire to buy anything on their own, because Mum is always there. Everything is paid for, all ready and served on the table.
I remember when I just left school back in 1978. The day after the school close for the year, I was already paving my way to search for a job, and landed in one, on the very day. For $11.00 per day, daily rated work, I was proud to earn my own money. Although I was eligible to attend 3 months Junior College in NJC. I forgo that opportunity because I wanted to earn money.
It was hard. I have to buy everything on my own, and also for the boyfriend back then. He had it easy. I guess it was my fault after all. Anyway, that was the past. If I were to live my life again, I will never change it one bit. Every memory and every heart ache was good memory, even the bad ones. All are good memory. No regrets. So it was all GOOD.
Kids now, they are spoon fed. They don’t find it necessary to earn their own money, no desire to buy anything because mum is always there. Every thing is provided for. Easy life.
The good thing is, they listen. Obedient. Caring. Loving. And Ikut Kata!
So, go Abang, study until you feel that you had enough. Mama is always here for you. Say, and I will pay. But don’t take too long okay darling?. We can go for our holiday in June. Or September. Or next year. Whenever.
Kids now, they are spoon fed. They don’t find it necessary to earn their own money, no desire to buy anything because mum is always there. Every thing is provided for. Easy life.
The good thing is, they listen. Obedient. Caring. Loving. And Ikut Kata!
So, go Abang, study until you feel that you had enough. Mama is always here for you. Say, and I will pay. But don’t take too long okay darling?. We can go for our holiday in June. Or September. Or next year. Whenever.
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