SINGAPORE - According to a recent Forbes super-mega-hyper-loony rich list, there are now an amazing 21 billionaires in Singapore.
It's amazing due to three reasons.
One, I have absolutely no idea where those happy folks park their, presumably, 22 giant cars per household on our teensy-weensy island.
Two, do they even need cars since they're such a higher life form they might simply teleport from place to place like people in Star Trek?
Three, why the heck am I not on that list?
Notwithstanding the fact that I wasn't smart enough to make a smart watch, own Samsung or find oil, gold, diamonds or an incredible talking dog downstairs in my HDB void deck.
I also didn't invent a start-up company which was gobbled up by Microsoft for billions, didn't paint the Mona Lisa or even a fake Mona Lisa, never won a lawsuit and never ever created a comic-book superhero which people would pay gazillions just to see him being played by Robert Downey Jr.
Anyway, notwithstanding all that, I think I deserve to be on that Filthy Rich List because I dream about untold filthy riches so much, even my dreams owe money to the loan shark.