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    Tuesday, October 30, 2007 ▪ 10/30/2007 11:05:00 PM
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    I hate it!

    My mom is getting on my nerves! It's irritating. Whatever I do or say, she will whine or scold me. It is killing me. I HATE IT! No wonder there's a saying -"absence makes the heart grow fonder!"

    If you guys think that she is whining about my job status, you are wrong. She is whining about how I speak, how I behave and what I do. She feel that being highly educated girl like me should not do the following:

    CAN'T say the word "death", "sex","fuck"
    CAN'T play with my brother
    CAN'T say any #$%^&$#@
    CAN'T leave your things laying around
    CAN'T rise your legs up

    If I can foresee that she will use my education level against my behaviour, I will NEVER study!
    My mom is a traditional woman. Due to her up bringing, I have a lot of restrictions. I simply dont understand. At times, I really wish to go back to Australia. Over there, I do whatever I wish, say whatever I like. I do understand what she do is for my good. But it simply pissed me off. The way she react makes me feel unwanted.

    For instance, just now I was starting to bath, my mom shouted at me, wanting me to hurry. The reason being my brother just stepped into the house. In her perspective, my brother has the priority. As known, I never sweep or mop the floor before my Australia trip. However, ever since I am back, I make it a point to clean my house at least once a week. But I was never been praised. I was always been blamed for not helping out with the chores. WTH... I am really struggling. I need praises, hug and kisses. Why dont I have any?