Life is a road. Tread it with caution.

I’d just like to say that I’m the type of person who likes to make up quotes πŸ™‚ and for this particular occasion I find this seems to be quite the appropriate phrase to sum up the things I learned today while attending this all-day seminar at my school.
It was entitled ‘Blue Chip’ and featured a series of speakers that talked about money matters and the youth, and how we should learn to earn up our own wealth instead of using up the leftover fortunes our elders left us. I picked up a number of interesting little lessons, although I feel as if I’ve heard most of the lessons in the seminar once in my life already… from my parents.
My dad is a finance major and he’s usually been the one who’s stringent with money. He used to make us do expense reports for small amounts he would give as allowance, something which he didn’t usually collect but he made us do it nonetheless. i never found that experience pleasant at first, especially when I would see my classmates with P1K as their daily allowance. I mean, they could buy so much more and here I was buying P25 worth of candy sometimes because I couldn’t afford other things. Annoying is not enough to describe how I felt.
But now, after attending Blue Chip I’ve come to another one of those realizations: maybe I should’ve been listening when dad kept yacking at me. Maybe I should’ve taken time to actually do expense reports for P50 allowances (which are pretty big, I guess.. inflation aside). Maybe I should’ve not spent too much on food that would end up on my hips.
Blue Chip was more than just an eye-opener for me, it widened my horizons and now I feel as though I’ve left the day-long seminar more knowledgeable about finances, saving, investments and money. I appreciate the experience (and the deee-LISH food) πŸ™‚

P.S. The investment stuff was new for me, though. Wishing now that I could get a steady allowance and put it into investing stuffs so I could eventually have enough cha-ching to eat Big Mac meals everyday for 135 years. πŸ™‚


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