show me the meaning of money

Nope, certainly not the meaning of being lonely.

This month marks the very first time of my financial struggle. As my readers/friends would know, my office is quite unreliable in giving their employees their deserved salaries. Just exactly when I just paid out a huge amount of cash to buy tickets to USA to accompany my sister back home. I gotta tell you, I can't even pay my telephone bills. Nor can I go out and meet with my junior high school friends because I don't have any leisure money to spare.

Yea, of course, I still got Dad. And I can borrow some from him to pay my bills. But honestly, call me having a big ego, but I just don't have the gut to do it. At least right now, when I'm writing this post.

And also, this personal financial crisis happens in the same time of my applying to graduate schools. If you have ever applied to a school before, you'll know the process requires money. Be it for admission fee, photocopies, or even getting your documents translated.

That much said, I'm beginning to understand how precious money is. I mean, I *know* how precious money is, it's just that I understand more of it now. And it's not that I-can't-buy-anything-without-money kind of way, but more of a let-us-waste-no-money-if-it's-not-that-necessary-especially-if-we-earn-it kind of way.

I started holding back on things I would normally buy, like buying my own office toilet paper, or coffee, or magazine. Those things are beginning to be exquisite things, things that would make my day if someone buys them for me. And I'm also trying to stop my dad's habit of wanting to eat out. :p That's partly because I don't want him feeling more burdened by me. :)

And today that money-is-precious! sentiment gets stronger. My dad told me that someone has been abusing his credit cards. His bills are full of transactions he has never made and the total transactions sum up to approximately 20million IDR. That's just insane, right?! Dad was almost willing to give up and pay for those bills, but not me!

I mean, come on! Someone tried to rip a retired lecturer off and wanted to get away? No way. Nu-uh. If I know who that leech is, I'll probably go there and gives her/him a good beating they regret the day they were born. That's how mad I am. Thankfully, the bank call center was ever so helpful so we sorted it out and hopefully the bank would cancel the bills.

I wasn't this mad when someone fooled Dad into giving a bigger sum of money. Maybe because at that time I wasn't in desperate need of money. But I did regret why Dad easily trust someone and without asking my opinion. :( But, anyway, this post is not about that.

So ... aside feeling poor, I am pretty grateful because my basic needs are still fulfilled and I learn to appreciate things I've taken for granted before. I understand that there are still many people out there who weren't as luck as I am right now. And I do believe some of them can still have fun and get some laugh. Well, I might as well do that too, don't I?

Only that, truth be told, I would rather my office give me my deserved salary and other deserved compensations.