BMWs, tainted windows, GPS. Then the posh restaurant, rooftop sensation, larger-than-life fish n chips. Came the cigar smoking, beer, housewine, endless martel. Posh living. That's how I lived my evening just now. It makes me wonder if I can afford this kinda living in my mid-thirties, sipping wine, sucking cigar, talking to students about career opportunties as a Financial Planner on top of one of the Suntec buildings. Membership applies. All these while two personalised top-notched guitarists strumed and sang english oldies so good that you couldn't believe your ears. White collar tee with jeans. I looked so out of place that during one occasion when I was making my way to the Gents, one of the customers signalled to me for the bill. Knn. Damn. The cigar lasted like 2hours. The 'harmless' smoke got into my contact lense-filled eyes with such tenacity that my eyes are basically weeping bak sai now. Not to mention Eugene puked on pple's Opel all of a sudden when I thought he was playing and blowing his lips. Too much martel I guessed. Too much luxury for us to take. I want a rich life. But I am concern about the skeptical eyes that will be upon me. The way they try to psycho us to join them is downright erxin. Throwing luxury goods one after another before our eyes is very degrading of their status. No I don't want to be in the same line as them. I want to be rich and successful though. I think they come with a hefty price. Nothing is free. Anyway it was a damn eye opener.