Having your parents read your diary is the most WRONG thing, ever!
I did probably THE most stupid thing as compared to the other stuid things I've done the whole of this year.
I was in school, and I asked my dad to bring me my cellphone when he comes in the afternoon.
After the break in few months ago whereby my then somewhat brand new digital camera was stolen, I have come to learn that burglars tend to grab whatever is in plain sight first (which of course, has to be of certain value). So you can be sure you won't see my cellphone lying around where it is easily accessible.
I forgot to tell my dad where my phone was. And not being able to find it, he called my phone, and tracked down where that MP3 ringtone was coming from.
I almost freaked out when I came home and realize that my JOURNALS was right next to where my phone was. It was supposed to be a secret place, dammit! Now my dad knows I keep journals, and also where I keep them.
But what really bothers me is that my dad, who is often really curious about everything to the point that he becomes somewhat of a busybody, most likely will not be able to resist peeking into one of my journals. So much more when my journals are handmade, thick, cover-less, weird looking and stick out like a sore thumb among all my school exercise books and paperback novels. And it's filled with the most intricate details of my personal life. Yeah, it's that enticing and hard to resist.
How leh? I know my sister has read it, but that's different. It's my FATHER we're talking about now. He probably knows my innermost secrets, and THAT is a disturbing thought.
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Still, today was a pleasant day. I left home with RM48.52 in my wallet this morning. And came home with a total of only RM0.02. The only reason I still have the two cents is because I couldn't do anything with two cents.
That is a lot of money, considering the fact that I did not buy clothes or CDs or stuff people usually spend money on. Fish, I almost didn't have the money for my transport home!
Seeing that it's the holidays and there would be no allowance, and seeing that I keep forgetting to NOT spend when I go out, I have no idea how I am going to pay for youth camp this December.
I was in school, and I asked my dad to bring me my cellphone when he comes in the afternoon.
After the break in few months ago whereby my then somewhat brand new digital camera was stolen, I have come to learn that burglars tend to grab whatever is in plain sight first (which of course, has to be of certain value). So you can be sure you won't see my cellphone lying around where it is easily accessible.
I forgot to tell my dad where my phone was. And not being able to find it, he called my phone, and tracked down where that MP3 ringtone was coming from.
I almost freaked out when I came home and realize that my JOURNALS was right next to where my phone was. It was supposed to be a secret place, dammit! Now my dad knows I keep journals, and also where I keep them.
But what really bothers me is that my dad, who is often really curious about everything to the point that he becomes somewhat of a busybody, most likely will not be able to resist peeking into one of my journals. So much more when my journals are handmade, thick, cover-less, weird looking and stick out like a sore thumb among all my school exercise books and paperback novels. And it's filled with the most intricate details of my personal life. Yeah, it's that enticing and hard to resist.
How leh? I know my sister has read it, but that's different. It's my FATHER we're talking about now. He probably knows my innermost secrets, and THAT is a disturbing thought.
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Still, today was a pleasant day. I left home with RM48.52 in my wallet this morning. And came home with a total of only RM0.02. The only reason I still have the two cents is because I couldn't do anything with two cents.
That is a lot of money, considering the fact that I did not buy clothes or CDs or stuff people usually spend money on. Fish, I almost didn't have the money for my transport home!
Seeing that it's the holidays and there would be no allowance, and seeing that I keep forgetting to NOT spend when I go out, I have no idea how I am going to pay for youth camp this December.
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