Poor people say "Get a job, Work Hard, Save Money! " They work hard for money.
Rich people say" Cash flow, assets, depreciation! Money doesn't make you rich. Portfolio and passive income makes us rich!" They make money work hard for them.
----Robert T Kiyosaki
I love passive income...
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Monday, July 18, 2011
Friday, July 15, 2011
Fickle-minded dreams
i used to hold big dreams. Big, really huge! At the tender age of innocence, I dreamt of owning a castle and rule the land after reading fairy tales. Then almost instantaneously, after watching cartoons with characters running down the highlands of Switzerland, my dreams became inversely proportionate to the castle and transformed into the peewee size of a cottage with white roses streaming down its walls.
Nothing wrong with that small dream, really. Just that at the twitch of an eye, i changed my dreams again at sweet 18. i went through the torment of my dream guy not even noticing a 170m tall earnest girl standing right in front of him, foolishly waiting that seemed like eternity for him to make the first move.
The first moves were made alright--by the talented pretty babes fluttering before him that he could not take his eyes off. He was rich, lived in a bungalow, played the piano, scored big at A levels ...... Maybe i should get wealthy too and bring my status on par with him so that his eyes could just stay for one more second on me. Cowardice rears my predictable head, nothing happens between us, of course what was i thinking of!? i should have given up on that dream long ago. i know my cottage dream is too feeble which resulted in being chucked aside and brought out from time to time upon seeing some light at the end of the tunnel.
In the flick of an eye, here i am, still groping for some light to guide my life. Something or someone or some form to relit my dreams in this mid-life term of my existence. Will my turning point come before i reached 50? Will there ever be?
I need dreams, not nightmares, sweet big dreams...... cottage with white roses... a VW beetle... a mountain bike...a mountain to climb....to dream or not to dream......ficklemindedness happens!
Nothing wrong with that small dream, really. Just that at the twitch of an eye, i changed my dreams again at sweet 18. i went through the torment of my dream guy not even noticing a 170m tall earnest girl standing right in front of him, foolishly waiting that seemed like eternity for him to make the first move.
The first moves were made alright--by the talented pretty babes fluttering before him that he could not take his eyes off. He was rich, lived in a bungalow, played the piano, scored big at A levels ...... Maybe i should get wealthy too and bring my status on par with him so that his eyes could just stay for one more second on me. Cowardice rears my predictable head, nothing happens between us, of course what was i thinking of!? i should have given up on that dream long ago. i know my cottage dream is too feeble which resulted in being chucked aside and brought out from time to time upon seeing some light at the end of the tunnel.
In the flick of an eye, here i am, still groping for some light to guide my life. Something or someone or some form to relit my dreams in this mid-life term of my existence. Will my turning point come before i reached 50? Will there ever be?
I need dreams, not nightmares, sweet big dreams...... cottage with white roses... a VW beetle... a mountain bike...a mountain to climb....to dream or not to dream......ficklemindedness happens!
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