It's all pretty much inconceivable on all levels.

Is my dad the only son?

Do they really think that a cabin crew earns enough to feed 5 mouths including his own, pay for his mother's medical check-ups and medication, settle his daughter's tertiary education fees and after all that, still have enough to fork out money for his brother's house and somehow, there's just a little bit more to spare for needy times. Well let me be more precise; in times when others need help. Not for my family.

If you know you're always going to run out of cash at the end of the month, surely an adjustment in your lifestyle wouldn't hurt. Surely you can make do without the monthly KL trips. I'm appalled and astonished by some people's inability to grasp the simple fact that we are not a charitable organisation. Of course, on moral grounds, it's a Muslim's duty to come to the aid of another. Much less a brother's unto his kin. But granted that we are in a tight spot ourselves, how can we afford to continue lending money like we have a lot to spare? Truth be told, I don't think it's lending, given the circumstance. It has become more like a donation. I bear witness to the moments when he asked either of my parents for cash, since young. When he got a flat a few years back, it was with my dad's money that he had his walls painted, cabinets fixed, flooring done and yada yada yada.

It was made clear that the amount loaned was to be paid in full. It was (or is, rather) afterall, a debt. But several years on, no payment has been made.

Look, I am not being entirely selfish. But it is my dad's money we're talking about here. He has to pay for my school fees. Nana is going to poly next year (that depends if she really wants it, or not) and that too needs money. My mother has to go for her monthly check-ups and get her supply of medication. What, do you think medical check-ups are free goods? Of course you wouldn't know. The last I checked, hmmmm ohhh it was my dad who sent your mother, my grandmother for her check-ups.

And you had the gall to argue with me about money the last time we were at your place. Money can't buy everything. Money can't buy you love. Money can't buy you happiness. Ohhhhh the nerve you had. Without money, tell me if you would still have a roof over your head. Without money, tell me if my grandmother would still be well. Without money, would you have enough for your return trip home from Brisbane many many years back? You had the nerve to argue with me about money when at 37, your brother aka my father whom you think is too garang nak mampos is the one who has to save your ass each time you're about to enter a deep shithole.

Seriously, fucking wake up. Aren't you ashamed of borrowing all the time? and there you were, telling your niece that she's friggin' materialistic for wanting to be married to someone who's finanically stable.

Hmmm, I think wanting to live life with someone who's financially stable is a smart thing anyone commonsensical enough would do.