Much Ado About Money

When I reached 35, I started becoming paranoid about money — more specifically, the lack of it. I was afraid that I will reach fifty years old, with nothing to my name, stuck in a dead-end job and still existing hand-to-mouth. After witnessing first hand how people can be desperate when they have nothing no…

The penniless has no pride

I have always believed that the poor have no right to get all proud and mighty. This can’t be more true with my current situation right now. I am so broke that I have spent the last two days holed up inside our room trying to think of various money-making schemes, scouting the net for…

She works hard foh the money

Early this month The Hubby and I were talking on how we can further augment our income. Don’t get me wrong, the money we earn as corporate slaves do pays the bill and allows us to buy things we need — but with plans to seriously look into building a family of our own, we…

That evil plastic thing

When I was younger, I thought having all the material things in the world would make me a lot cooler. I was such as stupid kid. So when I started earning money, I became obsessed with having that “successful” world–which I then blidly equate with having the latest phones, accessories, clothes and a lot of…