flawed work of art.
Monday, November 24, 2008 @ 5:56 am
good news: got a tenant to takeover my apartment in january! that means I only need to pay my rent up to december. woo! proves that God really does answer my prayers - thank you!
thing was I've been fretting over this for months, what to do when I pack up and go home but still have to pay rent for an empty apartment? plus, have also been trying to get a suitable 2 bedroom apartment that's available when xin & I come back around feb (but so far no luck, will keep trying). most are available either now or in december.. which landlord doesn't want to collect rent in the summer months right?
disclaimer: stop reading here if you think your parents are perfect/think you're a perfect parent. if you're the former, well, guess who won the genetic lottery and if you're the latter, you're just too big-headed, no one's perfect.
anyway, t'was just yesterday that the 'rents called up bright and early to give me a lecture about that. remind self to repeat very clearly and slowly to mother so as to avoid being misunderstood. I understand that dad totally didn't know what was going on but upon being egged on by mum, (could hear her booming voice in the background) took out his frustration upon me. also understand that money doesn't grow on trees and have not signed any contracts or done any formal agreement yet. have not even filled out an application yet. 'nothing is concrete or set in stone,' I told dad. we just have to keep looking around. dad finally understood and after hanging up, I expected the usual talk between the 'rents. mothers have a tendency to make a mountain out of a molehill, at least mine does, but I have yet to see one that doesn't. ok, hordes of them don't air their dirty laundry out in public, but we all know what goes on behind closed doors. I believe I've heard the term 'mothers know best'. sometimes they think they do, when they should just listen first. I don't understand why they'd rather listen to their so-called adult friends and doubt their kids. why would I squander my dad's hard-earned money right? he brought me up better than that. I know of kids my age who burn cash like it's paper. (even so, should always recycle paper rather than burn 'em) am not saying I'm the perfect kid, but I KNOW what I'm doing. and if I didn't, I'd get help. I don't need some annoying know-it-all airhead auntie telling my mother that law is a doomed career or that her daughter went to oxford (brookes). no offence, weiyi. inilah reason aku nggak mau balik kampung, semua politics ni beh shiok lah. blum sampai rumah dah kena tembak kao kao.
dude, I miss swearing in my nyonya malay. as can be seen, I was quite peeved the whole of my sunday and hence served a haphazard dinner that was far too oily for my taste. and who the hecks burns spaghetti? sheesh.
but that's all over now, as there's good news today! whoopee!

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