Rich Girl, Poor Girl.

When one describes herself to be living comfortably in a big house, owns a car ever since she's able to drive, dresses herself in average or above average brands of clothing, not having to worry bout keeping her stomach full, would she be deemed as being rich? And when this same girl starts contemplating bout life's trials and tribulations, bout how difficult life gets sometimes, bout all the unfairness tht befell onto her, the miseries, the heartaches, what would be the first thing tht come to peoples' mind?

Poor little rich girl, what does she know about misery?

Symbols of wealth are afterall just objects, objects tht might vanish before one's eyes at any given moment. And who's to know the difficulties and pain behind maintaining the stature or the efforts one took to get this far. Thts why i'm pretty damn proud of my dad. Starting from scratch and climbing higher and higher over the years. And only God knows how difficult it must have been or still is for him. I'm happy for him tht he's fulfilled his dream of designing and overseeing the building of this dream house of his. And i can only thank my dad and my lucky stars to be living in comfort all these years.

People must not take for granted the comfort tht has been bestowed onto them. Life is full of ups and downs and u'll never know what might happen in the coming future. To me, it really doesn't matter where i stay. Be it a house, an apartment, or a flat. I'll be contented as long as i have a place to sleep, to eat, to stone. Just please don't make me share room with my sis. Loud, nonsensical music is really damaging to my poor eardrums and my temper doesn't agree too much with it either. Angsty teenage girls.. Tsk Tsk Tsk!

I particularly hate it when people deem one as rich just coz one has associations with some of these "objects" tht symbolise richness. I am not rich. I have nothing to my name. No properties, no cars, no money. And its really not true tht whatever i want, i'll get. I do not ask my parents for money to go on shopping sprees. I survive on the allowance thts given to me on a monthly basis, no more no less, and i go shopping with whatever money i earn from miserable part time jobs. I do not squander money away by buying super expensive things and i'd usually make full use of my possessions till they can no longer be used. Even when things are spoilt, i'll get them fixed, and continue using them till they are beyond repair. Hell, my school bag is torn and tattered, and falling apart, yet its still my one and only. So, rich little pampered princess or not, i'll leave u to do the judging.

Parents' wealth never ever equate to daughter's wealth. I believe in carving my own future, thank u very much. So until i make it on my own, with a pigsty thts under my name, a tuk-tuk tht i can call my own transport, some buckeroos in my bank account, then ya all have the right to say i'm rich.

Till then, its just gonna be me. Not a rich girl, not a poor girl, just a simple girl who puts question marks on peoples' faces with crazy remarks sometimes. We're all equals.