MESSY, my schedule is.

Difficult, it is, to generate a plan that satisfies all.

And also, a plan that does not BEND those house rules.

"Not too late" - a very loose term, as your late and my late obviously do not match on the same clock.

"You're a girl, aren't girls supposed to stay at home more?" - agreeable, but only to a certain extent. Yes, it is good to be home bound once in a while, since staying at home means being able to cultivate some...FAMILY bonding. And less importantly, it also means being able to seek refuge in the safety of home from all the danger that Malaysia has to offer today (rape + murder + mugging + you name it we have it + wow, such the patriotic person I am)

But re-read that phrase again; doesn't it sound like something you would say to a girl living during the industrial revolution where the men go out to work and the women stay home to man the house?

Oh, I love home, don't get me wrong. Its an avenue to relax by watching TV, going online, baking with mom or immersing myself in a good book (all of which I did today). But there is only so much relaxing I can do. Staying home slows me down while I like to be on the move; be it out at the gym or catching up with friends over some coffee. I love to drive, i love to run errands. I need people. I need to talk. I need to listen. To more than just one voice.

All this written off the top of my head.

Bound to raise some...controversy especially from my mother who will sooner or later be reading this as she stalks my every movement online (Facebook, Twitter, Blogspot)

Oh, please don't kill me. I love you, but please don't kill me.

Ladies, what do you think?

Its so quiet at home now. I'm going to create some noise by playing the piano, albeit it being 12:07am at the moment.

Ps: Really, mummy, please don't kill me.