my grandaunt's son.
mom: it's held at shangri la.
dad: no, it was only the sheraton.
me: great. and when i get married, where shall we have the wedding? the backyard garden? wait. we don't even have a backyard garden anymore.
mom: use the living room.
me: will you atleast take the awful covers off the sofa so that i can sit on it?
mom: no way. you'll put your feet on it and get it dirty.
me: ...my friend had her 16th birthday at the sheraton. she had two ballgowns and a pro photoshoot just for the event. and a dj and waiters and a dancefloor. what did i get for my 16th?
dad: the dining table.
me: marvellous. i can't even have an expensive party for my 16th. and my 18th would be during the prelims. and my 21st would be spend holed up in some ward in med school.
dad: i'm not rich. i don't cheat people out of their money.
me: *walks away* wonderful. we're poor.
dad: *shouts back* at least i don't cheat anyone like those businessmen..
me: too bad we're still poor.
