Smart Multi-billionaire

“Ah Loy, come here.” My father called and signaled me to sit on his lap.

“Pa.” I obeyed, always. Pa didn’t do that often. He was a man with few words. That was his most affectionate way of showing his concern to me.

“Smart millionaire, are you a good boy today?” touching my head gently. I nodded. Then he would let me go and said, “Go and play.”

That was the most impressionable communication style of my father that I could remember. He was a great fan of 4-D. He dreamt of making it big through betting on lottery. He won’t miss a single chance of betting on his car plate number and of course, car plate numbers that were involved in accidents.

Millionaire was a big thing twenty years back. When we mentioned rich people, we thought of millionaires. That was why my father wished me to be a millionaire. He didn’t really teach me how to be one, except to encourage me to do well in school.

I did reasonably okay. I am where I am today. I am not a millionaire yet. But I am working hard towards it. It takes lots of hard work, not just in terms of labour skills, also in terms of changing mindset, attitudes and behaviours in life.

Then I realized millionaire is nothing these days. Billionaire is the benchmark now. Check out the following links for more information:

http://www.forbes.com/400richest/

http://www.forbes.com/billionaires/

My father had passed on fifteen years ago. He had given me a wonderful opportunity to come to this world to realise my dream. And so I am doing to my son what my father did to me. I wish my boy, Caden, could become a Smart Multi-billionaire one day!. Twenty years from now, the benchmark might have gone up to trillion!

In order to help him achieve that, I have to keep upgrading myself, so that I can impart whatever I know to him. For things that are beyond my ability, I will try my best to get him the opportunity to go and explore.

A League of Its Own

The blue circle on the left can hardly intersect with the red circle on the right.

We went for a house-warming party recently. We caught up with friends from our university hostel days.

Most are married with kids,
some are attached and still pondering whether it is a good idea to get married,
some are married and still pondering whether it is a good idea to have kids,
some want to stay single by choice,
some are still single, forever ready to find the Mr/Mrs Right to get attached.

Now that I belong to the ‘Married with kids’ group, I ponder upon how my single friends look at me.

I remember those days when I was still single. It was really hard to meet up with friends or colleagues who were already married with kids. They always give reasons such as having to fetch their kids to music classes, swimming lessons and so on. Gone were the days when you can sit down with them bitching about work and girls over long session of beer or coffee. And after a few attempts of futile invitation, you just prefer to meet up with other single friends. As the days go by, there are fewer and fewer single friends to hang out with.

Okay, let’s just say that our married-with-kids friends refused to be tied down with the task of looking after the kids. So he tries very hard to leave his wife and kids at home to hang out with you. Soon after a few rounds of drinks, unless he is truly not interested in building any relationship with his kids, his consciousness and guilt will take its toll on him to make him scurry back to his home before the fun is over.

Honestly, now that I have become a married-with-kid friend, my focus is really in building great relationship with my boy. That means spending time nurturing him, starting from basic toilet training to instilling good behaviours. Until my boy is independent, my own enjoyment would have to take second priority.

My wife and I love to watch musicals. When we wanted to watch ‘Forbidden City: Portrait of an Empress’ and invited our other friends to go along, to our surprise, they have already bought their tickets without us! Why? Oh, we thought that you are still in confinement. You have to take care of your baby. Most likely, you won’t have time to go with us.

Yes, they belong to the blue and green circle above, alright.