Originally Posted by sho'nuff
you know what? i wasnt really bitter or sad for myself. i could care less (even though i was like 7 or 8). i was more sad and angered for my parents. they didnt like my mom. and they showed their political power through trying to hurt her through her child. these people will definitely rot somewhere im sure. but anyways nice topic.
can't you give them as a gift, some traditional korean talisman or something that would put a curse to them?
Originally Posted by tagutcow
On one occasion, my parents got a present from our next-door neighbors. They unwrapped it to discover it was a... well, we didn't know what the hell it was supposed to be, and to this day, we're still unsure. It was this horrendously tacky injection-molded plastic thing, vaguely Eastern in design, about 12"x10"x10", and painted in a faux-aged copper patina. On the top was a tent-shaped lid that covered a rectangular indentation about the size of a pack of cigarettes. My guess is that it was supposed to be some sort of cat sarcophagus or an urn you'd put a cat's ashes in (our neighbors were definite cat people, as we are to a lesser extent.)
Thank God my parents didn't unwrap it with the neighbors present. "Oh wow! It's... this! We were just talking about how much we need one of... these... things."
Originally Posted by bbaquiran
Couple of years ago I was into mountain biking. For Christmas my dad got me a set of skateboard knee and elbow pads. Unfortunately they were sized for 6-8 year olds. He also got me a bottle of YSL Kouros that smells like cat urine.
kouros?? probably was your dad's when he was still dating your mom in the 80s.
back when I was around 10, I got some japanese anime robot from my godparents. at first I didn't notice or tried to ignore why the plastic parts that were supposed to be the robot's shiny metal parts were kinda bluish, and the inner box was kinda torn. later did I notice that there was no instruction manual/sheet, and some "weapons" were not included. maybe a few months later, I got to visit my godparents' place and inside their son's room, inside a glass case- was the same goddamn toy, all intact, all shiny and clean. damn!