Its a surprise i missed out one day of blogging (yesterday) although i've been turning in at ungodly hours... I've been losing sleep. Somehow i just don't know why. Do I? Hmmm...
Now, i'm disgusted - EYEBAGS. Meanwhile, i'm awaiting my success in switching of subject papers in the upcoming 'O' levels. I'm dropping from pure sciences to combined sciences. Then, i'll have a better chance of scoring a distinction for sciences, as well as Add math due to the extra time i'll be entitled to. :)
Sigh, my mom's being anal as usual. And i just don't understand why she's always under-feeding me. And complains I'm so skinny and malnutritioned. Giving a TEEN S$20 bucks a week is meagre. So intensely pathetic, taking into consideration the high affluence of society in present day's context. So much for being a DEVOTED christian. Haven't all the daily video sermons sunk into that peabrain of hers?If she really believes in God, and think that she shouldn't give me money so that i'll stick to her ass everyday and be a good girl... She's a faker. If she really believes in God, then she'd leave it ALL up to God to change me, and trust in Him fully. AND GIVE ME A DECENT AMOUNT OF MONEY.
Guess people will be questioning my status... if they knew how much i'm getting ( i don't even dare to reveal how much i'm getting,weekly). And mind you... They are always LATE in giving me money. So freaking reluctant.
So with the mere $20, Yimmie has to include 3 BUS RIDES A DAY (i'm not on concession cos i lost my ez-link) , breakfast and lunch (usually in school or out occasionally) and... hanging out peroiodically AND trying to save for things that i want. Most of my frens who come from middle-income families are getting between $50-70, NOT including transport. Look at the stark difference. My ego shied away when I found out how deplorable my allowance is, knowing that i come from a rather well-to-do family.
Somehow, I'm not really indignant about this. I'm more lacerated than anything else. They're more willing to spend a sum of $15K just on NICE car number plates..just for show. That'll be... 750 weeks of pocket money.Which is 14 yrs plus of pocket money. Sigh, i just can't help but i am fighting the tears back... Sigh... It feels so dreadfully execrable. I am their daughter. Daughter vs Nice car number plates. Daughter loses the game.
I don't need this extraneous addition to my phalanx of harrowing emotional impairments.
Please help me tell God i left Him a text message...
Thursday, September 28, 2006
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