There was this article on the expectations on a singapore girl on the ST times last week... seems to coincide with another article on the us consumer... so...
This one's named the SG Girl and the US consumer.
At 18, young pretty and voluptuous. You could any guy melt almost immediately with your seductive smile and luscious lips. Your economy is at its peak, you are at the forefront of technology emerging as a superpower amongst all of your friends.
You have many suitors, you think nothing of them, shoving them aside despite their desperate pleas until "Mr Nippon" shows up.. he's a short bespectacled man but with a flare for pleasing you, extremely productive and innovative. You think, wow, i should make him my man... he'll bring me lots of yummies. Mr Nippon rises to your side becoming prom king, an economic superpower second to you.
He tries ways and means to please you and woo you into marriage, but being the prom queen that you are, the world is your playground, you are demanding and Mr Nippon can never seem to meet you expectations as others catch up with him in terms of wits, humour and wealth.
Before long, you start to notice Mr Beijing, a person you never thought you would admire, well... he seems interesting with a mega workforce that's cheap and effective, he's able to shower you with gifts to satisfy your insatiable appetite, no one ever seemed so appealing before, and you go to his side, leaving Mr Nippon with a financial crisis before him due to your heavy expenditure, in spite of that Mr Nippon faitfully awaits your return holding dear to him your treasury bills and bonds which he keeps as a momento.
And meanwhile, whilst being with Mr Beijing, you continue seeing Mr Saudi, maintaining a self proclaimed platonic friendship. You love the sweet light crude he owns and a sip of it gives you the ultimate satisfaction.
You are at your peak now, attractive and mature, equipped with ladylike disposition having a taste for only the best. You are what we call attas. You are at the top of the world with all aspects of your economy doing well, your tits are at its maximum size, supple and firm, your ass bouncy and perky. Men drool at the sight of you. You decide to make full use of your assets, mortgaging them over and over again as you make capital gain. Men shower even more gifts on you in exchange for your youth, your bonds are greatly sought after and supported, you are after all the world's biggest consumer.
You enjoy a few more good years at helm as you give more and more promises to suitors. Sure they've laid you, but they want more... after all your appeal is electrifying... before you know it... you've chalked up more than 200 billion in debts after all your extravagance and the bitch fight you had with your long time foe ms iraq and ms afghanistan.
You start moving into your thirties, you become less attractive, your housing bubble finally bursts and defaults are on the rise, your boobs start sagging and wrinkles start appearing, but its ok... Mr china is still fine with it as long as you start being less demanding and more accomodating for a change. He hopes you start playing the role of a woman, a virtous wife to be, instead of that flamboyant, materialistic girl you were. But you can't seem to put down your ego, you are too used to being the epicenter of attention, the target of excessive indulgence. You utterly dissapoint Mr China and the last straw came when he finds out that you are two timing him and Mr Saudi, his best pal.
They start pulling out of the relationship, abandoning your currency and your bonds, Mr Nippon upon seeing this, finally awakens from lala land and does the same. You no longer hold power over them, you fail to capture attention from suitors and you keep supressing rates to try to keep your economy from failing. But all attempts come to nought, your boobs start wrinkling up nevertheless. First comes the collapse of the housing bubble, then the sub-prime crisis and finally the credit swap defaults. The chain reaction kicks in along with your age, you lose market value... well...
you get the story.
Moral of the story :
Play your roles right, demand a little less, accomodate a little more, place yourself a little further away from the center of the world, watch a little less korean dramas, princes and princesses don't exist in the real world, work towards a more sustainable future,relationships which only benefit one party don't last, remember.. if its one sided, it'll sooner or later become loop-sided.
Ok... be inspired, go change your behaviour for a week... but after that you'll probably go back to your normal self.. Saying and doing are 2 very different things... that's probably why 99% of people are still unhappy. I'm crapping again..
ok... end of story... btw.. i think i've officially destroyed all chances of ever getting laid in singapore... i think i'll migrate... i'll give you guys my new number after i settle down overseas...
To sum this up... just my 2 cents... if anyone thinks the gov't can solve the problem of overspending by encouraging spending... please go bang wall.. just go into a recession and spend less and be done with it... there's no point avoiding the inevitable...
Anyways... enjoy
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