About the name of my Blog

It's true. I'm going to be a millionaire. I can feel it in my fingers, I feel it in my toes.

"Wow Briony, you're cocky"

Sure.

A few very worthy points to note:
1) I'm Not very educated.
I don't have a degree nor do I intend to take up any course to earn me some certificate that says 'Bachelors in bla bla'.
I believe in pursuing professional certification rather than setting yourself back by 3-4 years to obtain something you wouldn't use. Unless you wanna specialize in auditing, data analysis, plastic surgery etc. then go get that degree you very well require!

And speaking of which, I have a few graduate friends who work 74 hours a week for a salary of $2200 - $3500. I'm talking about the business graduates who work in huge MNCs. So don't play play. And if you take their salaries and divide the amount by the number of hours they work, they are paid only $7.30 to $15 per hour. What? Working your ass off to make someone rich? Wow. I can't wait to employ.

The employment world is screwed up and most pple have minute expectations of life.

Well okay, there's the prospect of being promoted and paid thousands of dollars. Now that is cool. But damn if I fast forwarded my life and realised that no management role is gonna land on my lap. Actually, how many managers manage to earn $10,000 a month? Not many I must say. And of course there are the elites who take home $50K-$100K a month excluding their year end bonus. But let's not talk about 1% of the employed world.

My point is, no use being a degree holder (Or maybe I'm just jealous I couldn't pass maths)

I'm happy with my fashion design diploma which I haven't collected from Lasalle for over a year already. Couldn't be bothered. At least I know I passed. HEE!


2) I don't have much money now to begin with.
You just wait and see ah. $50,000 will fall from heaven onto my lap so I can start my little business.

3) I'm a girl.
Nah that's not really a problem in today's world.