It's not a matter of whether you want to do it or not. Instead, it's a matter of whether you HAVE DONE IT, or not.
SO HAVE YOU?
It really isn't that hard to please Rachel Tang, I promise you. It only takes a Coach bag, or maybe a Tod's or Loewe bag. See, so many choices for you! You can always choose which one you want to buy for me, I'm easygoing.
Anyway, recently, en route to slumber, I decided to refine my taste. I used to think that I would settle for ANY bag. But you know what? It's just not true now.
I realised that I don't want a Louis Vuitton bag
ever, and Gucci bags are hardly nice. Celine seems low-fashion to me, and Balanciaga is WAY overrated. Jimmy Choo bags are low class simply because it has a Singaporean undertone. As for Yves Saint Lauren bags, I used to love them, but I realised I hate the shape of most of the bags. Fendi bags are nice, their fur collection is luxe, but they are the most imitated and replicated in the world, and it is not acceptable if someone mistakes mine for a fake. And Bvlgari bags looks like I could make them too.
NO NO NO.
Nightmare.
In conclusion, I'll choose these ANYDAY, ANYWHERE:
Loewe (I love!)
Bottega (Most Luxe!)
Chanel (Classic choice!)
Tod's (Practically awesome!)
Miu Miu (Great designs!)
Prada (Classic choice!)
Coach (Affordable!)
Chloe
Dior
Hogan
Ferragamo
Burberry
Maybe there are some more but these are the ones on top of my mind now.
I WANT TO OWN ALL THE SHOPS IN PARAGON, PALAIS RENAISSANCE, HILTON SHOPPING GALLERY AND DFS GALLERIA! I want my very own Teenage Tycoon!
No, I want to be a Teenage Tycooon!
Speaking of which, I may not have decided from where should my Wedding gown hail from, but indeed I have set my mind on a Cartier wedding band.
No Tiffany & Co., no Bvlgari, no Chopard, no rubbish Poh Heng, Soo Kee and Lee Hwa.
NO NO NO
Never.
AND NO JIMMY CHOO. Manolo Blahnik, Christian Louboutin, Christian Lacroix are still acceptable. But I was thinking more of Alexander McQueen. Yes! That's where all the gorgeous rosette shoes are.
I think I'm falling in love!
I think I have to name my kids Buck and Cash.
How easy it is to map out your life. Yet, how difficult it is to reach that goal. But like they always say, planning is half the battle won, I'll just sit here in my gloomy blue room planning what I want and will need in future. I'll just have to keep winning half my battles if it's all that I can win.
The rest will soon tumble over.
Maybe someday I will be lucky enough to have a huge wad of cash hit me in the face.
This way, I don't mind getting hit over and over again.
The smell of money is an aphrodisiac, even better than oysters, chocolates and Gucci Rush.
Lace, you're the only one who shares this vision with me. Someday, we'll take over Jamie Cuaca, Georgia Lee and Paris Hilton...
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I was thinking of what I want to be in future. I want a job that keeps the cash rolling in, I want a job which I will enjoy.
Fuck you Rachel, everybody wants this job.
I thought maybe I could crave a niche in Private or Investment Banking, because that's where the cash is. Or maybe try building my own property and house, like Charli Tong Jiayi's father. Or open a shoe boutique selling RACHEL TANG shoes priced at a thousand bucks per pair not inclusive of the box and GST.
All these, are nothing but dreams.
Maybe I'll just settle for an editor's job in a good magazine like Female or Elle. No Seventeen and Lime and all that jazz. I want Rock! And Rocks! And Bucks! And Cash!
You can call me materialistic. If I was born rich, I probably won't be half as money-loving as I am now. Gee, one thousand dollars to Paris Hilton means nothing more to her than a cup of water to me..
Lace, you're my only friendddddd....
