Eh guys, I really need to vent. I have this cousin, fresh grad, just started his first “big boy” corporate job a few months ago. At first, we were all quite proud of him, right? Proper office wear, stable pay, thought he was finally becoming an adult. Then he started making some decent “adult money” and everything went down the drain.
He got hooked on the Siam Diu and China pub scene. It started with one “innocent” company happy hour, and now it’s his entire personality. This fella is spending like he’s a CEO of a MNC, but actually, he’s just a junior exec with a glorified title.
The moment he gets his CPF-deducted salary, he’s straight at the flower pod. You all know the type—buying “sashes” for hostesses like he’s sponsoring a Miss Universe pageant. One night can easily blow $500 to $1,000. He tells me, “Bro, they really understand me, they listen to my work stress.” I’m like, hello? For $200 an hour, I also can listen to you and tell you that you’re handsome and hardworking!
Now he’s into the China pubs too. Those hostesses play dice with him, drink a bit of Martell, and he thinks it’s “true love.” Last week, he actually tried to borrow money from me because he “ran out of cash for lunch.” I nearly slapped him. You have money to buy towers and hang flower, but no money to eat caifan?
The worst part is the delusion. He thinks he’s a “VIP” because the mamasans all know his name. Bro, they know your name because you are their easiest “carrot” to chop! Every time his phone pings with a “Gege, when you coming?” message, he gets this stupid grin.
Seriously, first job only and already becoming a “Lau Beng” in training. At this rate, he won’t have any savings, just a collection of expensive ribbons and a very empty bank account. Please tell me I’m not the only one with a relative this blur. Sian.