Sunday, March 27, 2011
Friday, March 18, 2011
What's With Labels?
It's one thing when people label and keep the label away from your knowledge, and another to hear someone label you to your face. So we've all probably heard the typical ones like "bitch", "stupid idiot", and "arsehole" called out in anger or out of fun, but there's one that seems to irritate me quite a bit - "rich".
Why would such a label irritate me? Probably because I do not consider myself as such. I might have all I need for my future but that doesn't mean I'm rich. What I am is "lucky", and I never denied that. I don't consider myself rich as I still wonder if I'll be able to pay the bills in the future, or if I can take care of my parents and my family if I ever have my own kids.
Back to the irritation, being called "rich" once might be considered as a joke. However, to be referred to as "rich" one too many times by the same person, you wonder what is up. Does this person really think that I'm so rich that they have to be of a different social status? Or that they can never enjoy the same things because you only will go for the high-end choices like expensive restaurants and forms of entertainment? So I might like certain food outlets better than others, not because it's a restaurant while the other is in a food court, but because of the food. I rather watch movies in the comfort of my own home than in cinemas, listen to the radio and read a book rather than go shopping.
So if the things I like doing end up helping me save more than I spend, does that really make me rich? Does my housing location make me rich? Does having a supplementary card make me rich? I might be rich, but it has nothing to do with wealth.
Why would such a label irritate me? Probably because I do not consider myself as such. I might have all I need for my future but that doesn't mean I'm rich. What I am is "lucky", and I never denied that. I don't consider myself rich as I still wonder if I'll be able to pay the bills in the future, or if I can take care of my parents and my family if I ever have my own kids.
Back to the irritation, being called "rich" once might be considered as a joke. However, to be referred to as "rich" one too many times by the same person, you wonder what is up. Does this person really think that I'm so rich that they have to be of a different social status? Or that they can never enjoy the same things because you only will go for the high-end choices like expensive restaurants and forms of entertainment? So I might like certain food outlets better than others, not because it's a restaurant while the other is in a food court, but because of the food. I rather watch movies in the comfort of my own home than in cinemas, listen to the radio and read a book rather than go shopping.
So if the things I like doing end up helping me save more than I spend, does that really make me rich? Does my housing location make me rich? Does having a supplementary card make me rich? I might be rich, but it has nothing to do with wealth.
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Such A Sad Day, I Lost My Focus
As I was getting ready for work this morning, a call came through Mom's phone from Dad. Strange, especially when he only calls her during Saturdays, and sometimes he forgets. So when Mom asked "what news" and her eyes got teary, I knew that Grandma passed away.
Throughout the day, questions were going through my head wondering how we will arrange to get to the UK again, when will we leave and when I would come back, how long it would take to settle the manpower situation for the outlet and so on. Not forgetting the billion calls that came in just about work crap, getting stuff ready for the meeting with the bosses.
Didn't even know where I was driving half the time. I took 2 wrong turns today - Seriously what the hell?
Guess I'm glad I managed to see her before she passed on, but I'm sad for Grandpa who has to deal with this all on his own, just 5 days after we left him to get back.
Throughout the day, questions were going through my head wondering how we will arrange to get to the UK again, when will we leave and when I would come back, how long it would take to settle the manpower situation for the outlet and so on. Not forgetting the billion calls that came in just about work crap, getting stuff ready for the meeting with the bosses.
Didn't even know where I was driving half the time. I took 2 wrong turns today - Seriously what the hell?
Guess I'm glad I managed to see her before she passed on, but I'm sad for Grandpa who has to deal with this all on his own, just 5 days after we left him to get back.
Friday, March 11, 2011
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