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Sunday, May 28, 2006

38.4 degrees Celcius. That was my temperature early this morning.

I think he is shirking is duty to be by Mum's side. He was not working today and yet when I came there, he had already left. Uncle told me he stayed for 1/2 an hour. I stayed till 7+. I was feeling so lethargic and tomorrow I have to go to work. I spent no time with Ash since Mum's hospitalisation...but he...he could go here and there. I don't even know whether that was because of work or pleasure. It isn't fair. He got a car, I don't. He got lots of cash, I'm always broke. He got to spend time with his girlfriend while I didn't get to see my husband off to work.

I sms Ash just now. I asked him nicely if it was ok for me to lock our bedroom when I go to work. I just hate it when MIL came into our room and do the cleaning up. I appreciate her labour but isn't my bedroom my own? My sanctuary? My escape when I need time alone? Ash said it was up to me. I wish he would be a little firm when this is concerned. I know I'm a messy person. I like it that way. In my messiness that is order.What I really wanted to do was to tell MIL to stay the fuck away from my room. Intrusion of privacy. Why couldn't she let me have a bit of authority about this? She already had a way in the kitchen, in the living room, her own bedroom. Must she poke her interfering nose in my room?

Frankly I wasn't happy when Camelia told me the kids were put in the cage because grandma wanted to clean up my room. Fuck her! Get lost! Stay away! Leave my fakking room alone lah.

38.0 degrees Celcius

i'm watching you...
Sunday, May 28, 2006

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