I don't do kangaroos

You know how sometimes when you get so angry and out-raged you feel like your whole body is about to burst in flames?

I feel it now. Because when I do make one 'mistake' it seems to appear much bigger than it seems. But when someone else makes a mistake, they already expect such mistake from the person. Since when the 'mothers' don't make 'mistakes'?

It's amazing how someone can actually do that to you without even raising a finger (literally). If I wanted to put everything down on a piece of paper and start keeping a track record, I could win over the jury (like most REAL mothers/fathers can..). So, why am I not doing that? I should, shouldn't I?

I don't eat/touch kangaroo meat (I think they're too cute to be eaten!). I only eat chicken, beef, mutton, lamb, seafood and certain (limited) dishes of pork. Someone who knows me well enough would have beared that in mind. I don't mind doing groceries but I hate it when my fingers feels like its going to fall apart thanks to heavy plastic bags. I don't mind cooking but I don't really like washing the dishes. I don't mind hanging the clothes but it would be nice if someone took it to the laundry room and remembers to take it out after a couple of hours instead of the next day. I don't mind vacuuming if you do it once in awhile too.

What happened to give and take? Why is it that I must run out of my own house just to get a piece of mind?

Sometimes it feels like I'm living in Shah Alam again. I always run away from home to have a piece of mind. And I find myself doing it here too... However, I don't seem to be doing that when I'm at mummy's place. Although there's always so many people at Mum's place, but somehow I am much more at peace...

Like Amy said, "I need a home..."

7 1/2 weeks to go...