I believe this is a burning topic that most Singaporeans, except those filthy rich mansion hoggers, can relate to relatively well. Whether we're talking about Singaporeans from the 1900 period or the "more pampered" Singaporeans feeding shamelessly on the glittery Ion Orchard today, I think the issue of wealth is one thing they have in common. Actually, to the workforce of the world in general, wealth gives. Wealth is considered important and essential. Wealth is the soil fertiliser for any family. In Singapore, wealth (specifically more wealth) gets babies their Enfagrow niu nai, mommy her G2000 office blazer, daddy his Nike track shoes and ah boy and ah girl their Yang Tze Kiang school uniforms.
Now my question really is, is it worth everything?
What tempted to me write this up was my papa actually. We were having our lunch one day and somehow we got into property agent courses and the money behind it. There was also another thing, but that's too sensitive. The thing is, conversations, especially those about the economy, politics and life always get me thinking. I think so much to the extent where I get the fiery urge to start something. (Debate? Discussion? Whatever.) I think that's a characteristic of mine, but anyway, that's not the point.
My point is, why do Singaporeans treat money like a decision maker? Does money determine whether you're naughty or nice? Does money determine how often you're gonna donate to the poor flag day people? Does money determine whether the volcano inside you is dormant or active? Does money determine whether you're gonna be working late or accompanying your wife at home?
Does money determine who you are?
I know that being any old secondary student (Sec 4, omg) makes my main priority getting that A1 on paper. I haven't started working and participating in those rowdy and unnecessary office politics, so why should I care about what money makes people, right? Well, I have working parents. And well, this is a blog. Be thankful I don't tear blogger apart with vulgarities.
People might tell me I don't know the value of money and how important it is. Okay, then where did "priceless" come from? Every English word in the dictionary exists because each one has a meaning. You know what else has meaning? There's many things that don't have price tags attached to them, things like love, memories and quality time. I always believe that the most meaningful things are the ones that are priceless. Trust me when I say this, because if you look at things this way, true value becomes obvious.
In my humble opinion, it really irritates me when people cannot draw a clear line between money and the priceless things. Please do. Or this exploding girl behind the computer screen will smash her keyboard. Make an effort to make it back for dinner with the family when your office clock turns six, because the more you stay back in your office, the more you earn. The more you earn, the more your money fills the government's pockets. (Ah, kidding kidding.)
It's not that hard. All it takes is balance. (And a diary ^^)
Now my question really is, is it worth everything?
What tempted to me write this up was my papa actually. We were having our lunch one day and somehow we got into property agent courses and the money behind it. There was also another thing, but that's too sensitive. The thing is, conversations, especially those about the economy, politics and life always get me thinking. I think so much to the extent where I get the fiery urge to start something. (Debate? Discussion? Whatever.) I think that's a characteristic of mine, but anyway, that's not the point.
My point is, why do Singaporeans treat money like a decision maker? Does money determine whether you're naughty or nice? Does money determine how often you're gonna donate to the poor flag day people? Does money determine whether the volcano inside you is dormant or active? Does money determine whether you're gonna be working late or accompanying your wife at home?
Does money determine who you are?
I know that being any old secondary student (Sec 4, omg) makes my main priority getting that A1 on paper. I haven't started working and participating in those rowdy and unnecessary office politics, so why should I care about what money makes people, right? Well, I have working parents. And well, this is a blog. Be thankful I don't tear blogger apart with vulgarities.
People might tell me I don't know the value of money and how important it is. Okay, then where did "priceless" come from? Every English word in the dictionary exists because each one has a meaning. You know what else has meaning? There's many things that don't have price tags attached to them, things like love, memories and quality time. I always believe that the most meaningful things are the ones that are priceless. Trust me when I say this, because if you look at things this way, true value becomes obvious.
In my humble opinion, it really irritates me when people cannot draw a clear line between money and the priceless things. Please do. Or this exploding girl behind the computer screen will smash her keyboard. Make an effort to make it back for dinner with the family when your office clock turns six, because the more you stay back in your office, the more you earn. The more you earn, the more your money fills the government's pockets. (Ah, kidding kidding.)
It's not that hard. All it takes is balance. (And a diary ^^)
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