Midas' touch

Is this Megan Fox? No. Is this Alessandra Ambrosio? No. Is this Rachel McAdams? No. Do I have an unhealthy obsession with handmade-by-God-himself women? Yes. Fuck I digressed again.

Okay back to shore: so who is this chick who is now unfortunately descaled to a lesser pixel resolution on my cluttered blog space?

This is Lim Qing Ru.

For the life of me I will never understand why people don't get themselves an English name. If I was born with a Chinese name only, I'll force my parents to use my uttered first word as my name. Mum mum? Mum Mum Lee Yi Lin it is.

So anyway, this Lim Qing Ru chick is the chick I have been thinking about for a while.

To be honest, all rags-to-riches story look like recycled cans after a while. I genuinely thought this was like any other. But as with all things, it was a single line in the entire write-up that caught my eye.

"She recalls having food poisoning and not being able to afford the $15 doctor’s consultation fee. “I went home, cried and slept it off ,” she says baldly."

(I am not going to share the article because I don't want you to read it and get an epiphany ahead of me and end up with a big business a nice house a good man/ woman a handsome child - you get the picture)

(... source: http://www.herworldplus.com/lifestyle/women-now/millionaire-28)

The brutal honesty of it all.

From the start to the end, it is easy to classify this woman as a fighter; she herself brings it up at one point - proudly, I hope. Nothing about her vaguely emits her millionaire status - she remains a raw, restless energy that cannot be calmed.

I admire women with spirit.

I had a colleague, Karin. She worked in sales, which is highly commission based. She was 20 when she landed her first full-time job. The first time she did was print a photo of a car she wanted to have and everyday she slaved for it. And within a year she acquired it.

When I left, I told her I admired her the most in the office and that I only hope to be half the woman she is one day. It actually took a lot of courage for me to say that, because in office we are just always gossipy and bitchy so this was taking a serious route.

But to my surprise, she replied that she was genuinely surprised and happy that I see her as a role model, and adds that she believed I can go much farther than I think. It is a text I wish I kept. But of course OCD me had to clear my whatsapp chat histories. Fuck me ugh.

I am losing my point. What was my point shit.



My point is: 

I must not be discouraged just because what I want to do is unheard of in my family, extended or not.

I must not be discouraged just because I don't have an ivy league education and a family that comes from money.

I must not be discouraged just because I have limited funds because at least I have unlimited time, and a hell lot of youth to waste - the young can afford to fail, the old can't.

I must not be discouraged just because the beginning is tough because if it was easy, everyone would be doing it and they are not so thank god there's space for me.

I must not be discouraged just because I don't see progress immediately. I must instead work harder to make sure it materialize and make sure I do justice to the one dream that has possessed me since 2008.

I must not be discouraged.

I must be my own encouragement.

And of all,

I must not let this motivation die off.

Which is why this chunk of text is here. So at least the people reading it will be like, "oh ha ha Nicole is thinking of doing something she'll never do anyway" and I will be like, "ho shit I forgot people read this now I can't take it back" and I will finally get down to the nitty-gritty.

Also side-note if you, dear reader, fall under the "oh ha ha" catergory, up yours and up your mum's and I hope every MRT seat you sit on will be an uncomfortably warm one.

Okay off to work on my schtick and hopefully not to watch another Friends rerun. Goddamn sitcoms.