Thursday, November 12, 2009

Don't tell me you no money


I get extremely ruffled when I hear people telling me they no money and then say that I am rich because I am working.
Hello.
Lao niang's pay is only a miserable $800
AND AND AND
Lao Niang settle all her bloody 3 meals outside.
AND AND AND
The Arts House is situated at stupid ERP-heaven = City Hall.
Each freaking meal will cost me at least $6.
So if you do the math...(3 x $6) x 30 days = $540, and this does not include the days which I spend more than $6 per meal and on days which i do OT and have to cab, transport and things I need to buy like presents?
So which part of me is richer than you NSFs or students who get to enjoy $1 beehoon?

Working people does not equate to rich.
I get extremely pissed off when people start to hem and haw when it comes to sharing birthday presents. Please la, I also know you guys are no Bill Gates and we all have money issues. But the point is, how many times do you turn 21? And, put your hand to your heart, the present we got for your birthday ain't too cheap either.

Although I am not saying you should pay the same equal amount we paid for your gift. but cmon, have a heart. We can always work something out but stop saying that I am rich and "of course can afford ma!" .

You are not me.
I think I know my POSB and UOB accounts better than you.
Kana-jidei-sai.

Another reason why I should find a rich boyfriend.
Or even better.
Cut off all freaking ties with any one who has a birthday.
Live in recluse and be a hermit so I need spend money at all for birthday presents.
Idea, right?
-strokes chin-

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