feels so emo...
the moment we reach home from work, he stripped himself in the living room and put on sports attire and off he goes to the field.
while the woman ...doesnt know where to start. she has to fold the clothes which was brought in (afraid of rain) during lunch time. yes, she goes home during lunch time to store the ebm. then, she has to cook dinner, which begins to be such a chore these days.
she doesnt like to share the kitchen, working in a kitchen with MEN who doesnt know the unspoken rules in the kitchen. waters dripping everywhere, to name a few. the position of a knife. bla bla bla. furthermore, u have the guts, u unabashedly come home straight from work, compete with me, quickly rush to the kitchen to use MY UTENSILS first. what is this??
not to mention u sneakily use my water thermos! and u said u WILL only pay RM 20 per month??? HUHHHHHH???????
im doing charity???
ugh! i so feel like crying. so feel like running home, with my son of course.
talk about JUSTICE! about fairness! equality between man and woman. haihhh...
upsets me.
im no superwoman after all.
no appetite tonight. worse is, i feel nauseous.
i miss him...
4 comments:
wah....u so strict with him one ar?
my mom also doesnt like my dad using the kitchen...hahaha...
kk, strict meh? nolah..if only i am more strict,...life would be better...
ehee
yeah..men will generally mess up the kitchen.
but i dont fancy sharing kitchen with people who doesnt know the rules. :p ehehehhe not referring to fh
unwilling charity. i get what you mean. geram!
yes..totally angkat tangan with the unwilling charity part...
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