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Hello, i'm von!.i love making/eating cupcakes and i'm totally in love with photography. i also love being hyper all the time, it makes me feel super. i maybe a total klutz at times but i blame it all on my shoes. i hope i made you smile!
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Wednesday, May 27, 2009
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Money
Go to sleep and dream of me tonight.
Everything may not be perfect but at least we try.
Money,
The universal language without using verbal cues, understandable without any barriers whatsoever.
Funny, how the world revolves around money. As some of you readers know, my parents were divorced since I was five years old. True, there are benefits from this. For example, I get more allowance, more gifts and I'm kind of spared from having to listen to them quarrel. However, as their children, my brother and I have to be their messengers. We are 20 and 18 years old respectively and we are still delivering their messages, telling the other party what this party have to say. We get double the lecture sessions. And, we cannot have our own opinion.
How does money get into this issue? Simple. With my dad, it's all about money. His calculative personality is a dead serious turn off. Mom called me this afternoon when we were having lunch.
Mom ; Me
Hey girl, can you talk?
Yeah. We're just eating. What's up?
Kay, I have to talk to you.
What's that?
I've just talked to your dad. He told me that he sold the bike already and said that he will give me back the money, after taking out the money for the repairs of the bike's battery and the brake pad. He is going to take RM50 out for the groceries as well.
Last Saturday, I had to do some marketing because we ran out of food. Mom went to KL and my brother, the maid and I were left back in Penang.
What?! He's charging you for our food?! Does he even treat us as his kids? That's insane!
Yeah and I told him to keep the money to pay for the down payment of your car. Guess what did he say.
What?
He said that there's no need to buy a car. And that you're going to KL soon, therefore, you don't need a car. I told him you need the car even more when you're in KL and he kept quiet.
And I snapped.
So we're not his kids?
He feels the burden to pay for our food?
He can buy a new house and a new car for his wife and not an OLD car for me?
He can bring his wife on tours to China, Korea every year and not pay RM50 for his children to eat for the WHOLE week?
He even charged mom for the broken brake pad and battery when he's the one that used the bike most.
HE CLAIMED THAT HE BOUGHT IVAN'S CAR WHEN HE WOULDN'T PAY A SHIT'S WORTH FOR THE FUCKING CAR. MOM PAID FOR EVERYTHING. MOM WAS THE ONE THAT BROUGHT US FOR TRIPS TO OTHER PLACES.
HE PROMISED ME FOR A HONG KONG TRIP IF I SCORE WELL AS A KID.
WELL, it's been TEN FUCKING YEARS and I've not even been anywhere outside of Penang with him.
He always promise things. Always. The times he fulfilled all of them? 2.
Once when I was really young and I asked for a huge soft toy.
And another time when I scored for PMR.
He promised he'll get me anything if I do relatively well for SPM.
I delivered and he didn't. Again.
I give up.
(Too pissed for a song.)
Everything may not be perfect but at least we try.
Money,
The universal language without using verbal cues, understandable without any barriers whatsoever.
Funny, how the world revolves around money. As some of you readers know, my parents were divorced since I was five years old. True, there are benefits from this. For example, I get more allowance, more gifts and I'm kind of spared from having to listen to them quarrel. However, as their children, my brother and I have to be their messengers. We are 20 and 18 years old respectively and we are still delivering their messages, telling the other party what this party have to say. We get double the lecture sessions. And, we cannot have our own opinion.
How does money get into this issue? Simple. With my dad, it's all about money. His calculative personality is a dead serious turn off. Mom called me this afternoon when we were having lunch.
Mom ; Me
Hey girl, can you talk?
Yeah. We're just eating. What's up?
Kay, I have to talk to you.
What's that?
I've just talked to your dad. He told me that he sold the bike already and said that he will give me back the money, after taking out the money for the repairs of the bike's battery and the brake pad. He is going to take RM50 out for the groceries as well.
Last Saturday, I had to do some marketing because we ran out of food. Mom went to KL and my brother, the maid and I were left back in Penang.
What?! He's charging you for our food?! Does he even treat us as his kids? That's insane!
Yeah and I told him to keep the money to pay for the down payment of your car. Guess what did he say.
What?
He said that there's no need to buy a car. And that you're going to KL soon, therefore, you don't need a car. I told him you need the car even more when you're in KL and he kept quiet.
And I snapped.
So we're not his kids?
He feels the burden to pay for our food?
He can buy a new house and a new car for his wife and not an OLD car for me?
He can bring his wife on tours to China, Korea every year and not pay RM50 for his children to eat for the WHOLE week?
He even charged mom for the broken brake pad and battery when he's the one that used the bike most.
HE CLAIMED THAT HE BOUGHT IVAN'S CAR WHEN HE WOULDN'T PAY A SHIT'S WORTH FOR THE FUCKING CAR. MOM PAID FOR EVERYTHING. MOM WAS THE ONE THAT BROUGHT US FOR TRIPS TO OTHER PLACES.
HE PROMISED ME FOR A HONG KONG TRIP IF I SCORE WELL AS A KID.
WELL, it's been TEN FUCKING YEARS and I've not even been anywhere outside of Penang with him.
He always promise things. Always. The times he fulfilled all of them? 2.
Once when I was really young and I asked for a huge soft toy.
And another time when I scored for PMR.
He promised he'll get me anything if I do relatively well for SPM.
I delivered and he didn't. Again.
I give up.
(Too pissed for a song.)
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