Living in a third world country has its perks sometimes. For most part of my childhood we were in a middle-income family, yet we have Nannies and maids who cleans the house, takes out the garbage, prepares our lunches, washes the dishes, makes sure we take a bath, brush our teeth. What's not fair is that now that it's my turn to become a parent, I will have to do it myself.
I remember that I joked about my dream of marrying a rich man and not have to work anymore...to live the lives of the rich actresses and politician's wives or businessmen's concubines in the Philippines. Not having to think of how to make more money, but instead, how to spend money. LOL. Of course it was a joke (that is half-meant).
I remember that I joked about my dream of marrying a rich man and not have to work anymore...to live the lives of the rich actresses and politician's wives or businessmen's concubines in the Philippines. Not having to think of how to make more money, but instead, how to spend money. LOL. Of course it was a joke (that is half-meant).
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| Wouldn't it be nice to meet up with girlfriends in the middle of the day and chat for hours? But then who could afford that? |
Seriously though, wouldn't it be nice if we could go about town not having to worry about driving myself in the chaotic streets of Makati but instead having a driver to bring you to your destination...or going to the spa by myself, get a massage or a facial...then meet up with girlfriends at a coffee shop and chat for hours (is this even really happening or does this only happen on TV shows like "Friends"?)...then go shopping, trying on clothes for as long as I want to...or liesurely take my time in working out in the gym.
