Richie Rich...
I've been feeling very restless lately, and I guess I've found the root cause...the great singapore sale... Its great that a sale of such proportions is now on...only thing is that...I've got no cash to burn on it... So all I can do is to draw up a real long list and hope the cash appears out of nowhere...highly unlikely, trust me.
You know, since young, I've always wanted to be rich. I mean, like, really, really rich. Rich beyond your wildest dreams, which, at that time, would mean practically enough money to buy everyone on this planet a nice, brand new Beemer or Benz. Yup, that was my idea of rich back then. The years have piled on, and reality has set in and so has my expectations of being rich changed along with time. But come to think of it, the core of what I desired then still remains pretty much the same.
I guess in desiring to be that rich, I wanted to be able to do two things...the first was to be ablt to take a holiday to absolutely anywhere I wanted, anytime I wanted. The second, would be to be able to go shopping and purchase things without looking at the price tag, at all. Those two desires, put into as few words as possible, would simply spell something like: have enough cash to meet my every whim and fancy. Yeah, that's about it, to meet every single material desire I would ever have.
Of course, with the highly logical, complicated mind of mine at the tender age of ten, I'd already figured out that money didn't grow on trees(darn, all my time in the garden all down the drain!!!), it surely didn't fall from heaven, and mom and dad didn't produce them either. So my time then was mostly spent pondering how many came and went, and more importantly, how to get more of it.
By the age of about fourteen, I'd figured that I didn't have to good fortune to have a huge inheritance waiting for me at the age of twenty-one. My dad, grand-dad and all those before just didn't have some spark of inspiration and start a company that would currently be a household name. So, the next best option would be to acquire a company on my own. And not just any company at that, the company had to be a household name, with strong branding, finances, products and a bright future ahead. Sounds like some big CEO searching for his next major take-over innit? Yeah, well, the company that seemed to fit my bill then was BMW. Bayerische Motoren Werke. It helped that I was mad about their cars, head over heels in love with every model they sold. So in my tiny mind, I hatched an elaborate plan to manifest my dream. The one way people owned companies was through stocks and shares, I learned then, so in my mind, I thought that if I could just buy enough shares, one day, one day very soon, my dreams would come true. Back then I also had this great idea of some engine that ran one electricity and could power itself...my ticket to riches. Soon, General Electric was also in my sights, and I thought, two companies shouldn't be too big a deal wouldn't it?
And then from there I dreamt of what I would do with all the money I had. I'd live in a mansion, no, no, something more like a palace. A great work of art in itself, huge, grand, majestic, understated and elegant and classy in its own way. My house would be a complete architectural masterpiece, a building to be marveled and revered in awe. Of course my dream house would just be one house, would it? One of my houses would be built into a cliff, overlooking a brilliant village down below, with snow capped mountains and a beautiful river running through lush green forrests teeming with wildlife. And thats just my dream home for Germany or America... Theres still a castle in Germany and France, a brilliant villa for Spain, a fantastic quay side house in Sydney, beutiful penhouse apartments in the heart of different cities, the list just goes on.
With all that cash of course comes the cars and all else, but to spare you and me from the list which i frankly can't remember after itme number #10001, i'll just end it here by saying that...for someone so young, its incredible to think of the possiblities of what would happen if i actually had all that money. Now i wonder...
You know, since young, I've always wanted to be rich. I mean, like, really, really rich. Rich beyond your wildest dreams, which, at that time, would mean practically enough money to buy everyone on this planet a nice, brand new Beemer or Benz. Yup, that was my idea of rich back then. The years have piled on, and reality has set in and so has my expectations of being rich changed along with time. But come to think of it, the core of what I desired then still remains pretty much the same.
I guess in desiring to be that rich, I wanted to be able to do two things...the first was to be ablt to take a holiday to absolutely anywhere I wanted, anytime I wanted. The second, would be to be able to go shopping and purchase things without looking at the price tag, at all. Those two desires, put into as few words as possible, would simply spell something like: have enough cash to meet my every whim and fancy. Yeah, that's about it, to meet every single material desire I would ever have.
Of course, with the highly logical, complicated mind of mine at the tender age of ten, I'd already figured out that money didn't grow on trees(darn, all my time in the garden all down the drain!!!), it surely didn't fall from heaven, and mom and dad didn't produce them either. So my time then was mostly spent pondering how many came and went, and more importantly, how to get more of it.
By the age of about fourteen, I'd figured that I didn't have to good fortune to have a huge inheritance waiting for me at the age of twenty-one. My dad, grand-dad and all those before just didn't have some spark of inspiration and start a company that would currently be a household name. So, the next best option would be to acquire a company on my own. And not just any company at that, the company had to be a household name, with strong branding, finances, products and a bright future ahead. Sounds like some big CEO searching for his next major take-over innit? Yeah, well, the company that seemed to fit my bill then was BMW. Bayerische Motoren Werke. It helped that I was mad about their cars, head over heels in love with every model they sold. So in my tiny mind, I hatched an elaborate plan to manifest my dream. The one way people owned companies was through stocks and shares, I learned then, so in my mind, I thought that if I could just buy enough shares, one day, one day very soon, my dreams would come true. Back then I also had this great idea of some engine that ran one electricity and could power itself...my ticket to riches. Soon, General Electric was also in my sights, and I thought, two companies shouldn't be too big a deal wouldn't it?
And then from there I dreamt of what I would do with all the money I had. I'd live in a mansion, no, no, something more like a palace. A great work of art in itself, huge, grand, majestic, understated and elegant and classy in its own way. My house would be a complete architectural masterpiece, a building to be marveled and revered in awe. Of course my dream house would just be one house, would it? One of my houses would be built into a cliff, overlooking a brilliant village down below, with snow capped mountains and a beautiful river running through lush green forrests teeming with wildlife. And thats just my dream home for Germany or America... Theres still a castle in Germany and France, a brilliant villa for Spain, a fantastic quay side house in Sydney, beutiful penhouse apartments in the heart of different cities, the list just goes on.
With all that cash of course comes the cars and all else, but to spare you and me from the list which i frankly can't remember after itme number #10001, i'll just end it here by saying that...for someone so young, its incredible to think of the possiblities of what would happen if i actually had all that money. Now i wonder...
posted by Timothy at 6/19/2004 11:02:00 PM
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