If only I’ve been given choice… October 5, 2009

I can’t help but to feel emotional whenever my parents started to discuss my attitudes and behaviors on each of my movement. What’s even hurtful is they just have to criticize and not telling me straight to my face. I do have flaws and I learn to improve on all my acts. Yet, they still can’t see the good side on me.

I ain’t a shopaholic.

I ain’t a drug abuser.

I ain’t a problematic child.

I ain’t a satan’s child.

But they just can’t see what I’ve been done. I even tried pleasing them by entering the line that they yearn and NOT I yearn. The life I never wanted. Again, they can’t see the sacrifices that I’ve made and remained silent through out the whole uni life. Till now, I’ve been clueless on what am I studying.

I’m wondering if they are going to take control on my careers in the future?

I love them. They are my parents.

My Name Is Lila September 29, 2009

My name is Lila. Typically, the even emotional side of me or dark side of me. This is where I rant and confess with ultimate confession. Don’t you ever dare to sweet talk me when you don’t know me well. Currently, this blog is in a progress and I’ll update here for the rest of my free time. Till then, please celebrate my life here.

Hello world! September 27, 2009

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