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Health, Money, Relationship

In Will I Trust

By now, I would have nearly recovered from my hysterectomy operation with no complications and I look forward to period and cramp free days ahead.

Truth be told, I had my will and trust done before going for the surgery. I had been putting it off for sometime and I only felt the urgency to complete it now.

My financial advisor asked me to do up one after I got married and I put it off even after my near death episode after child birth two years ago.

At this stage, I didn’t want the interstate succession act to take effect in case anything happens to me.

I wanted to make sure he don’t benefit greatly financially in the unfortunate event of my death going forward. He gets the HDB and the other properties as those are joint assets.

I also wanted to be sure my son, nieces and nephews get everything under my name and not some other women in the unforeseeable future.

People asked why I don’t leave everything to my son. I made those big financial decisions with my nieces and nephews in mind before I started dating, got married and have a kid. I want the kiddos that share my blood get something. That’s why it’s called legacy I guess.

The will will only take effect in the event of death and I got a corporate trustee to execute my will. I don’t want any of my living adult relatives to curse me having to execute my will even after I am buried six feet under or returned to earth in ashes.

In no man I trust.

In no one I trouble.

In will I trust. Amen.

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Life in HDB

Life staying at level 2 of a HDB actually.

It means I can hear people talking clearly during events on the ground floor. We call this void deck in Singapore.

There is a funeral at the void deck these few days. I was awaken by constant laughs in the middle of the night. I thought I was down on my luck so I could hear laughs from the nether world. Either that it must be my imagination. Who the hell laughs so happily at a funeral in the middle of the night anyway?

I checked the time as I got up. Not 3am. Phew.

Lo and behold, a group of middle age folks sitting around a table was exploding in laughter as I approached.

“Hi, sorry to bother you. I stay upstairs and I can hear you. Can you lower your volume please?”

They apologised profusely but my sleep is already disrupted. I’ve been lying in bed for the past two hours without success in falling back to sleep and I’m having a headache.

I must stress that talking to people in the middle of the night is easier than talking to RC members.

When we first moved in 3.5 years ago, it seemed like every major event in the GRC was held under my block.

A stage erected every now and then. Hubby and I could not even hear each other talk when someone was having an open karaoke session on the stage.

“Oh, cost savings,” they said when we mentioned the stage. The irony of it was there is a permanent stage 100 metres away.

I even found a canvas covering my window one fine day. Hello! Fire safety regulations?

Best reply we got from the chairman was, “Who ask you to stay on second floor.”

I may be an auntie but I am educated. That was the last straw.

“Hi MP, we would like to provide some feedback,” we said during meet the MP (Member of Parliament) session.

No more stage and open karaoke after that but more blood donation drives.

We do get smoke coming in from burning of offerings but we are tolerant and respectful when it comes to religion and culture.

Using taxpayers money to erect stages on enjoyment for selected group of people? NOPE!

Hubby and I are known as the couple that stay on second floor every time they bump into us now. None of them dare to look at us in the eye anymore. 😎

How we got to purchase an overpriced second floor resale flat in a mature estate is a separate story.

Enjoy your Sunday.

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