Saturday, December 25, 2010.
Never gonna look at Christmas the same way again
11:37 PM

Sure, Christmas is a day of festive moods, everybody's happy and all. It doesn't seem to apply to my parents though.


And people, just conveniently count me out next Christmases if you all do not want your happy day to be spoilt. I'm not worth it, and nobody thinks so anyway. I wonder why I just typed that. Good.


So, organizing games for the day is my fault. I worked on it from morning till almost the time when Uncle called to go to church. Bloody hell, service starts at 9 and we're summoned at 7. I barely got to watch CSI when that happened. So I forgot my keys on the way due to the rush.

Didn't think it was a great big deal till until night. Stayed over at cousin's house where there was a lot of dust. I'm bit dust allergic. Slept on cushions, wasn't a big fucking deal. Dealt with blocked nose the whole night, tried to ignore it and sleep. Itchy eyes due to eye sty.

Who could sleep? Even at home, I'm afraid I can't do that. Finally the blocked nose subsided at 6am and I gradually fell asleep, for 3 hours. Woke up at 9am.

NOBODY EVER GIVES A DAMN. This is gonna cost you, people, cos I get cranky when I don't get enough sleep and this, for the record, is coupled with a huge fucking eye sty. Okay so I really got cranky. Then later, despite loss of sleep, still went out with them to Nex.

Luckily I did. Or else, I'd never knew you two were such people.

Walked all around the mall to find a bag for my niece. Being really fickle, she didn't like many of the bags at Nex.

However I remembered one super clearly. We're at Sportslink, there was a bag, she turned over the price tag, and said, "$X only."

If it were me I'd have hesitated big time. Well again, nobody gives a damn.


Not only that, she's only P6 and when she goes out, her parents gives her 20-30 bucks everytime.
I get a meagre, miserly sum total of $5 if I don't beg.

I earn my tentative weekly 25 bucks by teaching her Math.

I used to think, "So what if we're poor?"
I always thought that I wasn't given enough money. Mom would then tell me, saying that I should ask others how much they get every time they go out.
Now I should change it: P1 kids were spotted walking around with iPads. Parents probably give them a 100 bucks everytime they go out in the future. It should now be, "Others get more moolah than I do and a fiver is much too little."


Also, I'm expected to eat my breakfast, lunch and sometimes dinner with that miserly fiver.

Singapore is a place where SGD5 is enough for A meal.




Others stay over all the time. I stay over at my cousin's house, and get chided for that in the end.
I get cranky because I didn't get enough sleep. Nobody cares and people chided me for that too.

I get blamed for not bringing my keys, which caused all this to be posted up here.
Nobody blames the one who has keys but seldom brings them out.


Come to think of it, I always unlock the door myself.
My sister? KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK xinfinity.



I feel so unfair, that nobody cares. In this household, crying, again, is never allowed.


But I know better. If I don't, I think I wouldn't be here posting. I would be in Woodbridge now.

Again, does anyone cares if I ended up there? Probably not.