(WARNING: ADULT MATERIAL AHEAD. MUCH RANTING. LOTS OF SWEARING)
Dear boyfriend who is living with my daughter who happens to be staying in her parents' house,
Greetings, hallo there, and hey...I happen to be that "uncle" that male part of that "parents".
*PREGNANT PAUSE*
*LONG SIGH*
I don't even know where to begin. BUT I really do, only I can't do it in a linear way. So here goes anyway:
If I think like a Christian: Oh, this is the easy part. You are bloody, excuse my French, living in sin you so-called Christian. How can you and that gf of yours go to church, sing joyously and then come back "home" to sleep under the same roof innocently?
Of course you can, you lovely parasite you. You can't hold down a job (more on that later). You are jobless but you are still living comfortably aren't you? So, "what me worry" right? Your 20-yo gf's slave, otherwise known as her 15-year old sister, does your laundry and even folds them for you. Not to mention cooking your spaghetti lunch. Yum. And my wife buys you Sunday breakfast. You wake up at 10ish and the gf heats it up for you. Hey, can I be you?
Hallo...you are a grown, fully-formed man of 24 years. Hallo? You still need people who are not your parents or relatives to mother you?
Because we show you a little Christian generosity do you have to drag us into your sin? Do you want to stay with us forever? Your temporary homeless, pitiful excuse has dragged on for more than a week my dear. We are now entering the 5th month. Way past the help you need, don't you think?
Even if you think nobody will know, but excuse me, God knows. And I am greatly tormented to allow this sin to go on.
1 John 1:9
9 If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness.
10 If we claim we have not sinned, we make him out to be a liar and his word is not in us.
Your sin has just become my sin, we have made our God to be a liar!
So please, just go get a job. Get a place to stay, as long as it's not your gf's house.
If I think like a man: Oh where to put my face? Are you not ashamed? Your gf and her parents are supporting you. Let's get petty: Even the toilet paper is sponsored by us (not forgetting the toothbrush). Ditto the lap top which is your gf's. What about food? Water? Wi-Fi? Electricity? Gas? Laundry?
(Oh yeah, you did help us out with 200 bucks a month. I guess that should pay for every thing.)
As I watch you nonchalantly blow dry your hair, God do guys do that?...I could feel the bile rise up into my mouth. But you are not feeling it (the shame) one little bit are you? In Cantonese, it's "hoh saik, hoh chee" (free lunch + free lodgings).
But really, let's not be mean, it is ultimately not about sponsoring you young man. It is about you, yourself building self-respect. How do you expect to support your gf, and future wife perhaps, if you can't even hold down a job?
In fact, I should be the one to be ashamed for lending you the crutches for so long.
Bottom line: The job makes the man, dude. So okay you quit your no-future education sales job. So, your gf's mother got you a job as a Multi-Level Executive. You lasted one day. Your maths suck apparently, so you fired yourself.
Again your "helpful" gf's mother set you up with a baking bread franchise. Even using 2,500 of her own money. On the first day, you "sprained" your back. End of business.
Then, through your cousin, you nabbed a great job selling built-in wardrobes. You complained you had to work for 3 hours on Sundays. And a full Saturday. Oh wow, hard work for a young male isn't it? So you fired yourself?
One or two weeks go by. Hey, free food and lodgings, so no worries.
Then you got hired as an Adjuster. You lasted 8 days. You complained the lady boss was always on your back. Duh, I would be too if all you do is mess around with your iPhone all day. Hey, can't you at least pretend to be busy when you are not?
You are now jobless. The last three interviews you attended you commented, "not suitable for you". You mean your interviewers were not impressed is it? Whatever.
Now what? Tough love from us I guess.
So please, just go get a job. Get a place to stay (Aunty even offered to help you find a room but please...go do it yourself).
If I think like a Chinese: Oh do you know? We are living in Malaysia. You know how hard it is for us? The Pendatang? Need I say more?
However, there's a big advantage though. You are Mandarin-literate. Chinese speaking. That opens up a whole world of job opportunities which no other race can take. So what are you doing about it?
Here's the kicker: you even thought of going abroad to work. They pay plenty for manual workers. Kitchen help for example. Yeah, right. Keep on blowing your hair mate. Or just go. No need to talk about it. And while you are there, although this is not good advice, try the same scam you are doing so wonderfully here. There's a bonus too, if you marry her, you can become an Australian citizen. Or any country you choose. Another word of advice: do it before you get old. Don't want to waste that blow job on your hair do you?
So please, just go get a job, get a place to stay, as long as it's not your gf's house.
If I think like I am the head of a Chinese, Christian family: Then I should try doubly hard to help you. Do you think I have?
No, I have not. I have been irresponsible. I have failed miserably.
Why, do you think? Because I love the wife too much I guess. Give her daughter "face". Give you "face". But look what has happened?
I should have talked to you man-to-man within the first week you darkened our holy house.
But it's never too late. I have recently consulted our pastor and I was not too surprised he agreed with all my worries (and even offered one other point I have not thought of).
So here's the tough love bit. Please, just go get a job. Get a place to stay, as long as it's not your gf's house. By the end of this month (October 2013) please.
I shall help you out with pastor's point when you are ready.
And may God bless you too.
Dear boyfriend who is living with my daughter who happens to be staying in her parents' house,
Greetings, hallo there, and hey...I happen to be that "uncle" that male part of that "parents".
*PREGNANT PAUSE*
*LONG SIGH*
I don't even know where to begin. BUT I really do, only I can't do it in a linear way. So here goes anyway:
If I think like a Christian: Oh, this is the easy part. You are bloody, excuse my French, living in sin you so-called Christian. How can you and that gf of yours go to church, sing joyously and then come back "home" to sleep under the same roof innocently?
Of course you can, you lovely parasite you. You can't hold down a job (more on that later). You are jobless but you are still living comfortably aren't you? So, "what me worry" right? Your 20-yo gf's slave, otherwise known as her 15-year old sister, does your laundry and even folds them for you. Not to mention cooking your spaghetti lunch. Yum. And my wife buys you Sunday breakfast. You wake up at 10ish and the gf heats it up for you. Hey, can I be you?
Hallo...you are a grown, fully-formed man of 24 years. Hallo? You still need people who are not your parents or relatives to mother you?
Because we show you a little Christian generosity do you have to drag us into your sin? Do you want to stay with us forever? Your temporary homeless, pitiful excuse has dragged on for more than a week my dear. We are now entering the 5th month. Way past the help you need, don't you think?
Even if you think nobody will know, but excuse me, God knows. And I am greatly tormented to allow this sin to go on.
1 John 1:9
9 If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness.
10 If we claim we have not sinned, we make him out to be a liar and his word is not in us.
Your sin has just become my sin, we have made our God to be a liar!
So please, just go get a job. Get a place to stay, as long as it's not your gf's house.
If I think like a man: Oh where to put my face? Are you not ashamed? Your gf and her parents are supporting you. Let's get petty: Even the toilet paper is sponsored by us (not forgetting the toothbrush). Ditto the lap top which is your gf's. What about food? Water? Wi-Fi? Electricity? Gas? Laundry?
(Oh yeah, you did help us out with 200 bucks a month. I guess that should pay for every thing.)
As I watch you nonchalantly blow dry your hair, God do guys do that?...I could feel the bile rise up into my mouth. But you are not feeling it (the shame) one little bit are you? In Cantonese, it's "hoh saik, hoh chee" (free lunch + free lodgings).
But really, let's not be mean, it is ultimately not about sponsoring you young man. It is about you, yourself building self-respect. How do you expect to support your gf, and future wife perhaps, if you can't even hold down a job?
In fact, I should be the one to be ashamed for lending you the crutches for so long.
Bottom line: The job makes the man, dude. So okay you quit your no-future education sales job. So, your gf's mother got you a job as a Multi-Level Executive. You lasted one day. Your maths suck apparently, so you fired yourself.
Again your "helpful" gf's mother set you up with a baking bread franchise. Even using 2,500 of her own money. On the first day, you "sprained" your back. End of business.
Then, through your cousin, you nabbed a great job selling built-in wardrobes. You complained you had to work for 3 hours on Sundays. And a full Saturday. Oh wow, hard work for a young male isn't it? So you fired yourself?
One or two weeks go by. Hey, free food and lodgings, so no worries.
Then you got hired as an Adjuster. You lasted 8 days. You complained the lady boss was always on your back. Duh, I would be too if all you do is mess around with your iPhone all day. Hey, can't you at least pretend to be busy when you are not?
You are now jobless. The last three interviews you attended you commented, "not suitable for you". You mean your interviewers were not impressed is it? Whatever.
Now what? Tough love from us I guess.
So please, just go get a job. Get a place to stay (Aunty even offered to help you find a room but please...go do it yourself).
If I think like a Chinese: Oh do you know? We are living in Malaysia. You know how hard it is for us? The Pendatang? Need I say more?
However, there's a big advantage though. You are Mandarin-literate. Chinese speaking. That opens up a whole world of job opportunities which no other race can take. So what are you doing about it?
Here's the kicker: you even thought of going abroad to work. They pay plenty for manual workers. Kitchen help for example. Yeah, right. Keep on blowing your hair mate. Or just go. No need to talk about it. And while you are there, although this is not good advice, try the same scam you are doing so wonderfully here. There's a bonus too, if you marry her, you can become an Australian citizen. Or any country you choose. Another word of advice: do it before you get old. Don't want to waste that blow job on your hair do you?
So please, just go get a job, get a place to stay, as long as it's not your gf's house.
If I think like I am the head of a Chinese, Christian family: Then I should try doubly hard to help you. Do you think I have?
No, I have not. I have been irresponsible. I have failed miserably.
Why, do you think? Because I love the wife too much I guess. Give her daughter "face". Give you "face". But look what has happened?
I should have talked to you man-to-man within the first week you darkened our holy house.
But it's never too late. I have recently consulted our pastor and I was not too surprised he agreed with all my worries (and even offered one other point I have not thought of).
So here's the tough love bit. Please, just go get a job. Get a place to stay, as long as it's not your gf's house. By the end of this month (October 2013) please.
I shall help you out with pastor's point when you are ready.
And may God bless you too.