Money Can’t Buy Me Love

I’m aware of the fact that people around me has always yearn for me to patch with Piyo Piyo. I’ll say it once and for all. But I don’t want and I don’t wish to.

Accept the reality yeah? I’m not the kind of person who goes back to the rubbish chute, retrieve my discarded item and re-use them. You dig? Label me as callous or whatsoever. I can’t bothered.

So what if his parent already left the whole inheritance to him. What’s the big deal? They claimed that they are not asking me to look at his financial status, but during the entire conversation, money is all you can hear. Is money really that important in a relationship?

If I’m really hankering after his money, I will definitely be clinging on him like a leech and not let go. Marry him and subsequently file for a divorce and claim compensation. Purrfect plan.

So what if he’s filial, generous to fault, dote on children and makes a great family man (according to them)? He’s not that great a man you guys claim to be. No one is perfect. I don’t feel anything for him anymore. I see him as just a neighbour. Nothing more than that! I do not wish to be alone in the same room, breathing the same air as him. Not even for a second much less makeup with him.

If the 2year feeling can just disappear like that, is it worth holding back? Nah! It might seemed like a pity, but it’s gonna do us all good.

Memories of 12th July 2007, Thursday, 15:37

~ by enard on 12 July 2007, Thursday.