Saturday, December 03, 2005

.. i am so glad i m not materialistic. or high-maintainance. or needy.

suddenly i m glad i'm not the type who siphons my bf's life-savings, cept for the duit hantaran (dowry), tat one lain crita la ha, even if i wanna help, which i do, it cant be helped.

i cant fathom y some girls would wanna treat their guys as their gold mines all the time. its a ridiculous concept. i still have difficulty grasping it after all these while. if u scream foul at the very mention of double standards, and preach bout women being all-independent and enpowered, then shouldn you be paying for your own lv bag, missy? i've heard of guy pals lamenting bout how their pays would go towards their gf's wardrobe and stuff, and i thought: those gfs. dun they pity these guys? these are guys who you claim to love so dearly, so how can you senang2 just contribute towards their guys' depleting bank accounts without so much as a grain of guilt? i've trouble deciding what is it they love more, their wardrobe or their guys? if your bfs are millionaires, thats one thing, la. i m not just talking bout the occasional gifts and surprises and the such. i'm talking bout girls who demand to be sponsored by their guys as if its their birth rights.

its like, "' u r my bf. that makes u my official sponsor. i dun care how you get the money or if you're having difficulty getting the money or if you eat white bread and drink plain water everyday (cept if you're with me, we'd eat in some fancy schmancy uppity restaurant. i dun do hawker centres. urgh). i dun wanna hear it cos i just dun care. talk to my hand. i want my lv and gucci *pouts, sulks and folds arms*..... oh and remember, i love u sooooooooooooooooooooo much, of cos i do. nearly as much as my lv and gucci, which youre paying for btw, dah-ling. *blows flying kiss*"

spoilt brats. chet.

r.z 12:06 AM  0 comments