When everyone's left me here, I'll make it on my own, just wait and see.
Hear me out, I don't think you'll make it out.
Always remember dears, envy spawns spite, in turn, spite conceives lies.
So forget that bastard or bitch's vicious bitings, and smile that you've have it made. Listen to people talk, about Bill Gates and his infamous dropout from Harvard. So what, he's the richest man in the world. Hear the cutting remarks they sneer about Donald Trump's 'unsightly' (in their words) hairdo, well smell the roses, he's worth a cool 2.9 billion US dollars.
I've made numerous friends, and likewise, countless enemies in life. But the newest accusation or insult or whatever it is, is startling fresh and worth a lil food for thought, for say five seconds anyway.
'I don't like her cos she brags about her trust fund and the clothes she wear (fbts & tees) and the way I see you guys eating Pizza Hut and you paying time doesn't fit in. If she wants to brag at least show proof.' -something along those lines, anyway.
For the benefit of the readers over here, here you go;
Firstly, I fully recall the time when the topic, trust fund came up. June last year, world cup season outside Happy Daze cafe. I can't remember all who were present, but I visualise, no mistake Jennifer, Jona, Calvin, Wanwin (wearing the green racerback), Erik, Peidong (wearing black tee), Cheexian, and the bikers James, Jackson, Xuanbin hanging in the background.
Peidong brought up the issue, by saying he had to sign some papers regarding trust funds round his 18th birthday, and everyone chipped in their two cents, with Erik and myself sharing our fund details.
Tadah, and that was the one and only time trust funds came into the picture. And if disclosing to my boyfriend whom I consider the biggest part of my life apart from the blood ties my 'net worth' at the moment is considered bragging,
Brag [brag]
| 1. | to talk boastfully. |
well, I'll say
The incredulous part is, I've never mentioned it to the one making groundless accusations anything regarding trust funds, and he calls it bragging, when he heard it from my boyfriend. Isn't it more understandable if he goes 'Oh, (insert name of my boyfriend) is bragging that his girlfriend is well to do.'? -.-
God, do I have to produce what, accounts and property deeds to ze boyfriend to show that I'm capable and not lying of being in short, a millionaire's kid? I suggest you catch up on the news, 3 outta every 200 Singaporeans are millionaires, in US currency, even after excluding the house they're living in, so it's really no big deal, nothing suprising, and certainly nothing to be proud of.
For the ignorant, here,http://business.asiaone.com.sg/news/mymoney/20070629_001.html.
I've addressed the 'Pizza hut and boyfriend paying' issue not a long while ago, and I would reiterate, but lazily so make do with the a) Boyfriend's arrangement - like marriage, I bring in the dough and you do the housework and be my Maria and b) Paying behind the scenes - spare boyfriend and myself embarrassment of letting the world see the woman forking out cash and pass it to him beforehand (though I would admit, half the time we eat with the family and the 3 quarts, the boyfriend pays)
So sue us for being traditional, and being perfectly happy with the arrangement. We spend what we can afford, when money's tight we make do with chicken rice - laksa for me, and when we can we splurge on delectables, haute cuisine.
And don't even start on 'why will moneybags be less full when you're rich'. I don't proclaim I'm rich. Let's face it. The Rents are the one holding onto the purse strings. I suppose by some insane warped theory you can make it out that it's my fault I get 450 a month now (which by the way I feel is a fairly reasonable sum of money for a teen, I pointed that out to James)
This post has been by far one I've enjoyed the most lately, but I'm tired and will address the last issue, the duds.
Dude, this is Singapore. Humid, Hot. And while I will take responsibility of my love for FOOD, GLORIOUS FOOD.. leading to a hefty babydino sticking to tees and polos, I see no reason to apologise or explain my strutting in the heartlands sporting oversize tees and shorts. It's not my problem dude chooses to take the heat in a worn old tshirt (*rolls eyes, have you looked in the mirror lately?) and jeans, but I'm sticking to my preference for comfort over stylish in the face of my boyfriend. Especially when it's for heading out to TEH-O, Maggi Goreng and not what, gourment coffee and pasta at the stifling coffeeshop and right back to the house within an hour. When it's to movies and restaurants and so on, you can open your abnormally large it then.
The boyfriend's not complaining, so, why should you?
Yes clothes make a person they say, but what do I have to prove to the Indian PrataMan, to the Stingray Uncle, or to you even? Yawns.
There was a time I wouldn't step outta the house without full makeup and perfect club gear on but thankfully, I've outgrown the infantile, or in baby language, childish need to flaunt or to put up appearances.
So if hanging out with the Nikebag (which I'm pretty fond of) makes me less worthy than when I'm sporting Gucci, who needs superficiality like that, anyway? (:
I can be Lok-kok, and still have a boyfriend and friends who loves me.
AND, that doesn't make me any poorer than those who wears Mango to kopidiams, which by the way, is a mid range brand. But it doesn't make me any better than them either.
