Bro, I nearly spat out my kopi at Toast Box today because of what my friend said.
We were taking MRT from Raffles Place during peak hour, squeezed until my soul almost left my body already. Everybody inside the train looked tired, stressed, and one uncle smelled like he ran Standard Chartered Marathon in office attire. Normal Singapore morning.
Then suddenly my friend started talking about luxury bags again.
This girl has been obsessed with getting an LV bag for the past few months. Every week she sends me screenshots from Carousell, Farfetch, and luxury Telegram groups like she doing stock market analysis. I thought maybe she genuinely likes fashion or appreciates craftsmanship or whatever rich people hobby they have.
No.
Today she finally confessed the REAL reason.
She said — and I quote — “I want girls on the MRT to stare at me in envy.”
I thought she joking sia. But her face completely serious.
Apparently the dream is to board Downtown Line, sit down, place the LV bag nicely on her lap, then secretly observe other women looking at her. She even said she hopes university girls and office ladies will think she’s “high SES”.
BRO WHAT???
Singapore really becoming one giant social competition already ah?
Imagine working overtime, stressing over GST, COE, mortgage, inflation, and chicken rice becoming luxury cuisine… just to buy a bag so strangers on public transport might feel jealous for three seconds before returning to scrolling TikTok.
The funniest part is she openly admitted she cannot actually afford it comfortably. She said she might use instalment plans because “everyone does it nowadays”. Wah lau eh.
So now people financing their fake atas lifestyle like buying BTO isit?
And honestly, Singaporeans can already smell these things from one kilometre away. You think people see LV and automatically assume rich meh? Nowadays half the people carrying designer bags are either:
- Rich rich.
- Debt rich.
- Boyfriend sponsor.
- Buy from Batam.
Nobody even knows anymore.
The real comedy is how she described the scenario. She said she wants to wear slightly oversized sunglasses indoors, hold iced matcha, then sit cross-legged on MRT while acting nonchalant. Like some budget Crazy Rich Asians side character.
I asked her, “What if nobody notices your bag?”
This woman actually looked disappointed for a few seconds before saying, “Then I’ll purposely angle the logo outward.”
I nearly fainted.
Honestly ah, social media has completely fried people’s brains. Instagram, Xiaohongshu, TikTok — everybody pretending they living luxury life when in reality they eating Maggie Mee after buying branded goods.
And the obsession with strangers’ validation is insane.
You know what normal Singaporeans stare at on MRT?
Not your LV bag.
We stare because:
• You blocking the door.
• Your phone brightness at 100%.
• Your perfume attacking the whole cabin.
• Or your tote bag hitting everybody during train movement.
That’s all.
The irony is the genuinely wealthy people I know usually carry some random Uniqlo tote bag and look like they couldn’t care less. Meanwhile the people trying hardest to look rich are the ones calculating whether they can afford Yakun set meal after buying luxury items.
Singapore really power lah. Even envy now got KPI.