One Man's ramblings
Friends have always told me that I’m too proud a
person to live a normal life.
I didn’t grow up in a rich family but throughout
my life I’ve always displayed an uncanny level of
showiness to mask the real situation back home. I remember
while still in Senior 6, I almost choked on debts while
courting Brown, who was then a few levels below me!
Even in adulthood, many think I earn three times my real
salary. I’m a highly sought after fundraiser for weddings
because of my ‘bottomless’ pockets. During such
meetings, especially when I’ve downed a few Pilsners,
I don’t hesitate to commit myself to six figure sums.
So flamboyant of me that at simple occasions such as birthday
parties I always blow much more than what I spend on myself.
That was then and I’ve got fed up of wasting my hard
earned dime on other people’s personal issues as Brown
sulks back home.
I refused to hold a graduation party because I didn’t
want to bother people with raising funds but still they
send me those pledge cards.
So when they got to learn of my introduction, the first
question everyone was asking was; “when are the meetings
But the pride in me wouldn’t set a date. Instead,
I’ve chosen to go it alone no matter how much it will
cost at the end of the day. I’m not being showy but
I’m setting an example to relatives and friends that
one doesn’t need help from elsewhere to organise an
After this, I’m hoping people will stop bothering
me with those irritating text messages and shameless pledge
cards. Only then will they learn I’ve got more serious
concerns and responsibilities to tackle first.