Angels taking care of me…..

Tonight, it is 12.24pm and I have not showered. I have spent the last 8 hours working. I do not work every day. I work once a week usually. In fact, most days I am enjoying life playing with my kids or reading or exercising, or plain chatting with friends talking cock and singing songs, and of course, posting on Facebook (my absolute FAVOURITE past time) and well, blogging. I could do so much more but I am the laziest ass around. I don’t even go out to socialise. I am kind of allergic to people. I get media invites which I have to politely decline. I must always remember that I am a heart patient and it has to be ME FIRST.

On top of revelling in my glory of happiness, I have been helping several people with financial challenges and am always the first to say yes as it is a bad habit. My bad habit. I have never needed much. Thus believe that everything I have in access, I can give. However, of late, I went overboard and the Hubs went a bit crazy. He said, “…..even people who earn millions don’t give like this!!! Will any of these people be there for you when you need help? You never know when your heart surgery will be and that could cost a few hundred k right there!!” He was not happy. After all, this is all money that we never had before and so, whatever he makes should be for us and us only. Whatever I make rightfully, I should be able to give away SHOULD I WISH!!!

But you know, he has a point. Charity begins at home. And right now I have an Angel of a friend who keeps reminding me of that fact. She has forced me to pledge that for the month of August, I am to save RM 50,000. August will be MY MONTH. Everything in access, I can give away. But the goal is to put away RM50,000. Guess I can give RM30,000 away!!! That is sure as hell better than giving RM50,000 away. Even though I have zero expectations from all these people whom I give to, the Hubs does not feel the same. So we continue to have this battle for charity. It has been like this for the last 5 years. But my friend says, because AUGUST IS MY MONTH, I will save. And the plan is to go for a girlie holiday to Paris Business Class and stay in a nice hotel and shop silly till I am all Chanel-ed out. The other driver is that this holiday cannot happen if I do not lose weight and look fabulous. Hahahahaha. Otherwise all the holiday photos will be wasted!!!

So I told the Hubs very gently this evening, that I am planning a girlie holiday next year to Paris. His first words were, “Why can’t we come along??? We will come along. I will stay with the girls. You go off with your girls and we won’t disturb you.” Hahahahaha. Fish! So much for a girlie holiday, man!!! Perhaps I have to do this girlie holiday in Korea instead!!! I am sure he will not want to go to Korea. Maybe I can get a nose job in the process.

Said Angel has suggested that I start moving money to Singapore to buy shares there. Check.

Holidays to Bangkok to see the dog (my kids’ cousin) – Check.

Holiday to Hong Kong to visit Cinderella’s Castle – Check.

Holiday to Niseko for Round 2 Skiing – Check.

Where should we go next year? Still on our TO DO LIST, we have a trip to Europe to visit Godma Jamie’s new home and cuddle her new baby! We have to go to the States to stay at Aunty Cheng’s new home with the swimming pool. Kids are just dying to do that because all they care about is swimming every single day. I still have dreams of caravanning in seemingly boring New Zealand but I feel that it should be experienced and perhaps make a trip to the glaciers. We cannot do it all in a year most likely due to school holidays but we shall sure TRY!!!

Ok, back to reading my book now – John Grisham’s Rogue Lawyer.

Want a sweet life? Join my team and work your ass off like I did. Only for a year. Follow every step I made. You cannot be me, but you could get there in double or triple time. Why not? It will be worth it. For retirement. Why not indeed.

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