being in a school like glion.
where everyone has to be at least of the upper middle class
in order to afford coming to this expensive school
in this bleedingly expensive country
of an expensive continent.
you learn to scope out your friends.

your learn how to gage whether they are:
upper middle class (me...i suspect only)
lower upper class
uppper class
or F***ING RICH

apart from the clothes:
non-branded cotton cheapskate clothes (me)
Guess Lacoste
or D&G LV Gucci Chanel

sometimes it's really difficult to seperate the "spoiled rich kids"
from the "sensible F***ING RICH kids"

because one flaunts his money in the casino, club
clothes, bag, chicks
and the other one keeps his status a secret.

usually their "status" slips during conversations.
me: so why are you in this school?
them: i'm planning to take over my grandfather's hotel.
me: acting like it's the most common thing in the world of course. of course... isn't that everyone's plan?

sometimes it doesn't work.
so we start asking questions like
"how much did you spends last night?"
and judge from their expressions accompanying their answers.

the most common question asked is
"so... what does your dad do?"

the other day Andy(someone i would group in upper class or maybe higher) asked me

andy:So what does your father do?
me:Oh i guess he does chemical engineering.
Andy:...so he makes likes the Powerpuff Girls.
Me: Yes Andy, that's EXACTLY what he does.

and that's not the end of it.
Later on we met Joyce (somewhere right smack in the middle between Andy and my aocial standings)

Joyce: So what does your dad do?
Me: Oh he does chemical engineering. He creates things like the Powerpuff Girls.
Joyce: ....... really? cos i really like that show.

A CHEMICAL ENGINEER DOES NOT CREATE THE POWERPUFF GIRLS!
A CARTOONIST DOES