Being Rich

One of the absolute worst things I hate about people thinking that they're rich is that they are better off than everybody else. They think they are the alpha and the omega. They hang out with their own group and try to exclude everyone that is not part of their clique in short they are just blown out of proportions high school bullies set free into the world. 

I would have saluted these people if they were genuinely good. But sadly in my experience they are the numero uno plastics. They greet you and ask about your life, your work but in reality its a ploy for them to break the ice and convince themselves that they are friendly and very open. In reality they come as trying to hard, feeling close, and the receiver of the greetings ends up feeling all around left out. They try to hand on to a specific status item. For example newest phone out in the market, whoever has this item holds the key to a good conversation. The people who don't have it don't have the right to join the conversation. This is just one example there are numerous other instances that you could think off. Houses, furniture, designer what nots. Think of all those and be fed up. My advice, try to paste on a pretty looks genuine but in reality plastic smile, keep to yourself and be silent unless put into spotlight of being directly addressed, don't answer questions in detail always be vague, pretend your having a good time and try not to roll your eyes when people start turning on their plastic modes. In the past I wouldn't have believed that they are such things such as social order within a group, but even in a small island it does happen. I pray someday that i will master these abilities but for now patience is what i have to learn. 

Chinese New Year

Usually I'm the happiest person when it comes to family gatherings although as of late I hate it to the next level, because the very definition of family gathering has screwed up. Growing up the only family gathering that i know comprises of blood relatives that although some i can't tolerate i still respect them and don't hate them, home cooked meals, and plain old comfortable easy atmosphere. Now celebrations are with strangers, making small talk, being major plastic to everyone, pasting a fake smile, tolerating people you hate, almost none existent blood relatives.. screwed up right? 

I hated my night.. It's Chinese New Year's eve and i'm venting out on my blog.. I hate this singular person in my life, he threatened to kill me, my mom and my grandpa. He's a clemptomainiac, nyphomaniac, total psycho. He is being forced to be factored in my life now. I hate him really from the bottom of my heart. If people only knew how bad this person is his whole life, they wouldn't judge my anger towards him. I have been blessed my God to forgive and forget easily, i really do forget however i do have my limits, like any human being. This person for 18 long years has been repeating countless of actions unimaginable to an underage kid and he has been getting away with everything. The only thing he knows is to be a parasite, a MAJOR parasite. The one that sucks your money bone dry. I wish that every adoptive parents would be blessed with a kind loving almost perfect kid, but sadly in reality it is not so. i'm so disillusioned with the concept of adoption. you never expect that you would be adopting such a trash of a kid when he/she grows older. and this person is that adopted and he feels that he his was better than everybody when in fact if you think about it he has the least list of accomplishments in the family. 18 years old with a high school degree and he hasn't even mastered basic math! doesn't even know how to spell. I made his english papers, projects and stuff and my little sister who is a year younger than him is tutoring him in math! So to the person/ people who have a lot of unnecessary comments about me.. You don't know how our life was, you haven't experienced it, you weren't there my mother was crying her guts out and saying that she was total failure because of this adoptive shit kid, you weren't there when my grandpa was so pissed mad because he brought a prostitute to screw around in my mother's bed, you weren't there when he was threatening to kill me and my mom, and especially you weren't there when my mom was having so harder a time in raising us because of shit kid. So Ms. Comments. you had no right at all to tell me that i should make amends to him, no right at all. You should kept your mouth shut. I feel that you're only blinded by money like so many other people here in the island, like so many of my uncle's friends. Yes my uncle is rich, but is the shit kid his heir? Is the business really my uncle's? If you knew what i knew, what i experience, you'll be singing a different tune. I may not be making sense at all right now because I'm so pissed mad the whole day but at least in some way i'm able to vent out my feelings. I really HATE nosy people!