Boom! There's this thing between me and my mom. We just cant hang out too long together. Especially when i aint in school. It was all clear bright weather till an hour ago. (We became good friends again since the last blog entry) Then, i brought up the topic of wanting to go camping.

So much for being honest. How many times must i knock myself that some things are better left unsaid? (And Sis, if u happen to be reading this, keep it to yourself. I cant be you. And never will be)

It always better to keep my distance. (Yes, that is one thing that you did excellently well, Sis. You can do your own stuff and no one will bother you for it. So much for being the chummy daughter. )

I hate being the eldest daughter. Comes with all the responsiblities to the family, but none the freedom. What kinda deal is that?

If one of your daughter can stay at home, come home early (coming home after midnight is horrendously unfilial, inconsiderate, better burnt at the core of the earth for making your folks wait for you, by the way) Please, Please do not expect the elder one to do the same.

Yes. It's suffocating.

When you issued the ultimatum of stop caring/minding my business (aka stop regarding you as mum), i have an irresistable urge to cheer. And fly away to Tioman to dive and suntan.

I'm an unfilial daughter, selfish and reckless bitch from hell who is unfortunately reincarnated as your daughter. And there is absolutely nothing in me worth your trust. Coming home late means i ought to be shot as i have no sense of decency. Staying at home = good daughter. Why not you just leash me up? Even the household cats get to roam.