Those who knew me knows very well how I despise baby dumpings and all the social issues that had arise lately in this country. Although I get a little awkward around kids (no idea why), I am very protective towards them. Maybe it's the fact that I am the first child in the family and ever since I could remember, I had been very protective over my brothers.
B-bunz once told me how he envies the way I am with my brothers. I am a little stern with my brothers but I take care of their well-being most of the time, especially when we go out together. Believe it or not, my brothers are above 21 years old but when they want to hang out to watch movies at the mall or whatever, they always want me to come along. Why? Coz I make sure everything's in order and I'll take care of their needs (food, drinks, etc) all the way. What they do is just walk.
So yesterday evening, when I opened Yahoo! and read this news - on the Malaysian teenagers who threw a baby in the dumpster right after giving birth to the child - that they're sentenced to jail for their offence, I couldn't be more happy. Serves them right. I think TWO years is just too short a time. What if the baby had died? What if no one saw the girl passing the baby out of the toilet window to her boyfriend who's waiting outside? They should not give lesser sentence because the baby lived. They should give MORE sentence because the baby will have to live for the rest of his/her life knowing what his/her parents had done to him/her. Talk about traumatised for life.
Anyway, earlier yesterday I was not in a very happy mood. I had waited for hours for someone but to no avail. My blood was boiling then and I just started my car and drove to the Mall. No, I did not shop. I know retail therapy is the best but when you're on limited funds, retail therapy will be I-need-a-therapy session instead. So, I went to the place I will always feel comfortable in, the bookstore - BORDERS.
As I was reading page by page of a very thick book on Cleopatra, someone from Borders spoke to me and invited me to join this book signing happening right then in Borders. I agreed immediately because I was trying quite unsuccessfully to keep my spirits up the whole time. So, I went to the designated area and sat right at the front row.
Who is it featured in this book signing? None other than Mary Buffett herself.
Mary Buffett
Aha! Who is this Mary Buffett you ask? Well, she's only the former daughter in-law of Mr. Warren Buffett who is also the SECOND richest man in the whole wide world!
So there I was listening to talks on how to invest smartly not in stock markets but in companies.
I loved it. Honestly, I don't read Investment books apart from the book by Azizi Ali. However, Azizi talks about property investments but Mary talks more on the how-to's of investing in companies.
After the 30 minutes or so talk and Q&A session done, it was the book signing session. Funny, before my turn, Mary spoke vigorously with the others who asked for her signature but when I came to her, she just gave me her cute smile and spoke to me so soft and sweetly, "How are you today dear? What is your name honey?" I felt so loved with that sweet voice. LOL! Right after that, she signed the book for me, took photos with me and even gave an excuse for the problems that my cheap-ass camera was making right then.
Don't she have the cutest smile ever?
Now, for you guys reading this, if you want to invest, make sure you know what is it that you're investing in. Do a lot of research because at the end of the day, it is your hard earned money that you'll be investing. Do not trust a broker or remisier 100% because these people trades on short-term trading or investment types. If you ever dream of being as rich as Warren Buffett who gives out $10,000 to each of his children and spouses on Christmas Day, this is what you should do :
- Be Humble
- Be Hardworking
- Be Patience
- Can Wait over time
But of course, work those machines in your brain and study, study, study too!
I was so happy after the book-signing session until the next glitch came along. Somebody kissed my car. In the closest meaning of the word.
I Kissed A Girl (sang by the car kissing mine)
I don't know if I should laugh or cry.















