On 24 Oct 07, from the period of 12:44 to 13:01, using ip address: 61.14.138.2**
passerby says:
you're very confused. you complain about money, you complain about people being nasty because of money, and you take a year off to bum? money will always be an issue... so you can either sit back, relax, enjoy your one year, while your mother explains to herself and other what YOU are doing, or you can go study, or go out and GET some. It's really very simple. there's no need to wonder WHY people are like that when it comes to money. Earn some hard cash, then try throwing it away on your kid. YOU cost money. Do you understand that? your mother understands, but i think you don't. She's prolly going thru shit now, but she doesnt say for whatever reason, probably love and hope IN YOU. and stop drinking, smoking, and spending what you don't have. face it, really your choice whether you wanna be a sucker, or a giver. you're a sucker now. be a giver for once. and you can ignore this is you want to, i'm just one of MANY people tellingyou wat to do with your life. if you could do the math, you're add all this up and realise - shit. i'm a bum! the would would also tell you (not us, whoever we are), that you SHOULD get off your ass and do something. Anything. Anything.
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Nice. Blog about my life and have some random fella
Money, money, money...
Let's see. You might never come back to read this, but I don't care. You came, you tagged, so I'm just going to reply instead of sitting behind the screen feeling all angry and not doing a damn thing about it.
Firstly, I don't complain about money. I don't go around saying "SHIT MAN, I NEED SOME FUCKN MONEY BUT MY MOM WONT GIVE IT TO ME! DAMN IT!" I'm no teeny bopper that complains about insufficient funds to go clubbing or anything like that. Complaining about how it makes the world go round, yeah, maybe I've done an entry or two on that. And that's because the whole reality and idea of how it REALLY does make the world go round sickens me.
Get in trouble? Bribe an officer with money. Want an autograph? Pay money to go backstage. Want to help kids in Africa? You need money. Want stuff? Ka-ching. Need food? Water? Money. Everything requires money. It's come to the point where you can buy love off the shelf if you've got a fat wallet.
I complain about people being nasty - TO ME - because of money. That's nothing wrong. Would you like it if the very people you call your friends bring up stories about yesteryear where they treated you a dozen meals and complain now that you haven't bought them anything worth a dime?
And about my mom, don't even go there. I never ask her to explain my behaviour on my behalf regarding what I'm doing. I've told her before that if those clowns ask about me and what I'm doing now, to call me and come say or ask it to my face. And they've done it. And I've told them off. But they just love to come back and ask for more. And since they don't ask me, they ask her. If she's in a fix and decides to tell them whatever, then that's my mom, don't you think? If there's any pressure whatsoever on her shoulders, it would be her choice to put it on. I've already accepted responsibility to answer dickheads who don't seem to understand that I WANT A ONE YEAR BREAK!
If they don't understand, what can I do to help them understand better?
Going out to study - oops. I missed the dateline to hand in the forms, passerby... see? And I can't join or just cut in the school year like I own the place. They have a registering period, if I miss it, there's only till next year. Private school? I'm sorry, are you paying for my education? Even my mom can't afford to pay for my tertiary education.
GET some? Money? Booty? Money I can get. I've already been there and done it. But you know what happened with my first paycheck? $800. She took away $400. And I know you're gonna say I cost money, I shouldn't be so grudging, she uses her ENTIRE paycheck to pay for our existence....
My first paycheck. It was nothing fat. She took half of it away. The rest of it I had to pay off people I owed. What was left for myself? Nothing.. not a cent to boot.
You say try earning hard cash and throwing it away on your kid. I've already felt my part of the pinch. My first paycheck and so much more in school days when I'd just throw my monthly allowances all away on assessment books, friends and a childhood.
You thought wrong.
She is going through shit, thank you for the kind reminder. But she has talked things out with me and we're on the same level now. She understands that I just want to enjoy a one year break. I don't buy drinks. I'm a festive drinker, apologies.. forgot to mention. And if there ever comes a day when I'm dying for a shot or a can of beer, I've got all the alcohol in my house to drink to. I sure as hell don't smoke. AND I DO NOT SPEND MONEY I DON'T HAVE.
I don't get it. I don't ask people for money. I don't ask friends for money. I don't even ask my mom for money! I don't even ask her to buy food. I eat what's at home, on some days I don't eat. I drink water, not carbonated drinks you waste money on.
And yes, I've done the math. Way, WAAAAAAY before you dunnit. Even my best friend knows me.
Yes, I'm a bum. A loafer. A person that loves to live on love and fresh air, as my mom puts it. But I don't live on others earnings. I don't ask my mum to support me or my habits or anything. If she wants to, she does, I say thanks. If she doesn't, I still say thanks cos I love her and I know she tries her best for me. And I've also said sorry for wanting to enjoy a one year break.
Sucker? Giver? Whatever. You give some, you take some. I'm just doing that. I've given dozens of times, now I'm just in for the take. I'll start giving again though, one day.
Get off my ass and do something? Tah-duh. I've typed out an entire entry for you.
And for your info, I have tried to get jobs, friends have tried to pull me in, I've accepted, but nothing has ever happened. I've signed dozens of application forms, again, nothing happened.
Well, thanks for your concern anyway, passerby.
By the way, if there are MORE of you out there, I'm not the kinda loafer that sits on the couch hooked on TiVo or spends an entire day surfing the net. I go out to cycle, I read books, I do essays, I play badminton, I play my psp, I design my bike [or at least, I'm working on it] and go around job hunts. And I'm clearing my room. I do housework. I cook. I look after my cat and 6 turtles.
I'm not exactly a bum, either, now.. am I?
And I hope this entry doesn't discourage people to reply and nag at me further.
By all means, please, bring it on. And try to leave a name even though I don't know just who in heavens you are. And if you are going to tag EIGHT tags, please leave a comment below instead. Or an email.
j_khare@hotmail.com
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