One pretty weird day today.
Got to the HSBC bank to activate my internet banking. This girl (the staff attending to me) was nice and we started chatting away. And after awhile, she started asking me whether I have savings. Doesn't need a genius to answer that really. (DT, right?!)
So she explained how the whole thing works, yada yada yada. And suddenly it made me realise that it's about time I do something about my financial plannings. I need to seriously start saving and stop buying every single damn dress, bag and shoes that I lay my eyes on. Having said that, I just realized I am in the process of becoming a Rebecca Bloomwood.
So, anyways, I got kinda interested. She printed out this whole lot of papers for me to read. Lost me by the time we've reached the second paragraph. All I could see were just numbers, percentages and bla bla bla. Numbers and me don't go well, you must understand this.
I told her I needed time to think (but of coz!), thanked her and stuffed the lot of confusion papers in my bag. Mental note to self: To be digested and explained by DT later. One of the many wonderful uses of having the Boy around. Heh! 
Then, I hopped on a cab to get back to the office. The cab driver was INSANE. I kid you not, he was insane! But insane in a very delightful way. An old Indian man who spoke fluent English. He started talking to me, occasionally injecting his infectious laughs and then... he did his thing.
Cab Driver: Do you ever wish you could make more money than you already can now? Are you currently satisfied with your current income now? (yada yada yada)...
Cab Driver: Let me introduce you to a new way of making money. These people you see here (showed me some colorful brochures), were lawyers, engineers, etc etc and they quit their job to do this. And look at their success stories there.
Eyes shot wide open. Mind, which was on the black bag I saw on display in KLCC the other day, flew back to Cab Driver's conversation. Yes, I was interested. So I focused hard for the next few minutes in hope to discover the secret formula in becoming the next millionnaire.
Then... all dash of hope went *pfffftttt* when he showed me the Elken brochure. KNN. Another MLM shit. I hate MLMs. I honestly think there are better ways to generate money than doing MLMs. But, that's just my thoughts anyway.
A very money-significant day for me indeed. Perhaps it's God's way of telling me that I should quit the Rebecca Bloomwood stunt and start saving.
But I still have that perfect big black bag to hunt for ya?
Posted at 22.6.06 by mizz_angie
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