Monday, November 23, 2009

Work Work Work

... and work some more... I only get one day to rest. One off day... and that just doesn't seem enough. I guess I was so used to having two days (weekend) off from the other companies I used to work for before.

Honestly, I wouldn't mind even if I don't get an off-day if I had my own business... which I'm planning to have... and I'm really saving up for. I've always been happy managing my own business rather than working for someone.

I don't have problems with authority or whatsoever... It's just that since I was young, I've always love having my own business.

I remember my Mom used to tell me about how I was when I was in preschool. I kept asking her to buy me some stickers... she thought I wanted to collect them that's why I kept asking her to buy.

Then one day, she told me she wanted to give me some money to buy some food at school the next day... and to her surprise, I already have some money.

So of course, she asked, where did I get the money. Since my Dad's not around, he's a seaman so he's not always with us, my Mom thought I got it from someone else. I told her that I sold my stickers and the kids had to pay me.

She would ask how did I manage to sell them.... (and this is the funny part) If they don't really want to buy, I would sometimes just stick it on their face or arms and tell them, "there... isn't that nice... that's 25cents"... hahaha... not really a good thing to do... but you know how kids are. ;-)

During Elementary, and High school, I would also have some small business. In Elementary school, I used to sell my Mom's homemade sweets at school.

The best time was actually when I was in High school, I used to do calling cards for my classmates. I just had my first colored printer then, so I started creating fancy calling cards... some had cute borders, or printed in an apple background... my classmates would order a lot (honestly, I don't know what they do with them, but they seem to enjoy giving it out to their friends) until they started ordering for their cousins, their other friends... the orders just kept pouring in (and that's just in my class).

I had sleepless nights printing and cutting the cards. My Mom used to scold me... cause she thought I'm more preoccupied with that small business, rather than my studies... and even asked me to stop eventually.

I've decided to ask my friends to come over my house to help me cut the cards that I've printed out. I would pay them to do that or give them discount if they wanted to order calling cards for themselves. I just had so much fun doing that, but I had to stop cause my Mom didn't want me to continue and neglect my studies.

Actually, a friend of mine who I used to work for just a few months ago, handles training in NLP (Neuro Linguistic Program), and all these Train the Trainer programs. He asked me about what I wanted to do in life. I told him about that story, about how I seem to be more inclined in business. He told me that there could be something that my Mom said and asked me about what were the exact words she told me to make me stop. I don't really remember exactly... he even mentioned that normally he gets his clients (with their consent) into Hypnosis to find out about what hinders them.

He knows that I stopped having my own business after High school. In College, I didn't really have one, especially when I started here in Malaysia.

Anyhow, I hope to start a new one soon. For now, I'm still saving up for a lot of things too.

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