You read it right. I’m back from my vacation. It was not a hell of a vacation where I had a blast or anything, but as I said before, I really need a vacation… I need a break, need to breathe… especially after being put into hell’s fire, literally. And I get exactly just that, only it was not as exciting as I imagined it to be.

It was actually dreadfully boring and my husband can vouch for that (I could have sworn that I wanted to  commit suicide out of boredom during the vacation), but I’m not really complaining, because despite of the uneventful ‘vacation’ I managed to get the rest and peace I desperately needed-away from the madness that’s going on in my daily life that’s getting almost out of hand.

As the result of the vacation, Cleffairy is now more relaxed and easily contented, less tensed up, though no less fiery, unfortunately. ( Why do I have a funny feeling that I spoke too soon?)

Anyway, dear readers, I am not here to boast about the short vacation that I took. After all,  besides visiting a museum and some historical landmarks, all I did was pigged out on food and sleep like some stuffed python all day long, so you guys can stop imagining that my vacation was a sexy one. It was far from that, though I wish that in the future, I can have a smoking hot vacation with my other half in some exotic island or something.

Returning home from this short break after so many years living my life as a madwoman, I realized one important thing that I wanted to share with all of you. We’re all actually living in a cuckoo world. Our daily lives are actually crazy and time seems to slipped away as we blink and proceed our daily lives by doing mundane daily chores. Admit it… our lives are actually boring and routine. For most, it’s living a  9-5 job plus extra chores and wailing children waiting to be fed at home. Some lucky others may have more interesting life, but for most, I think their life is quite repetitive, isn’t it?

Well, things work that way for me, at least. My life throughout the year is fairly repetitive… I do the same thing over and over again every day that sometimes, I feel like I wanted to scream with dissatisfaction. I was once a very spirited and carefree person, you see, but now I  lead a life that is so routine that if I actually write a diary faithfully,there will be the same entry on every damn page. The only difference in my diary would just be the dates. One can only imagine how trapped I feel most of the time.

As I flew back to KL after a short vacation, I realized that every now and then, everyone deserves a quiet, quality time either alone, or with loved ones. No matter how busy we are trying to make a living and do our part so that the Earth revolves around the sun, we are only human after all.

Every now and then, we’re like our precious handphones. Our battery simply gets depleted and needs to be recharged. At some point in our lives, we may feel that we’re simply like a set of handphone with depleted battery. We simply feel dead and no matter how hard we try, we can’t boot up.

We’ll feel that we needed to get away for whatever troubles that’s bothering us. We need a break.  Trust me, we all do. I’m not the kind of people who takes vacation on whims, but I  have reached the point where I feel that my ‘battery’ was depleted, and my heart simply scream for an escape from my not so pretty environment.

A lot of people will say that it’s best facing your problems and solve it instead of running away from them, but mind you, taking a short break so that you can clear your head to ensure you’ll be able to make the right decisions later on is not running away from your problem. Taking a short weekend breakaway so that you can feel less tense about your work or marital problems is not wrong too. It is important to ‘recharge’ yourself every now and then, no matter what obnoxious people out there say.

Though our life is more meaningful when we live for others, but we are important too. Life is too short, so every now and then, unwind and try to smell the roses, because, for what is worth, you are precious, and deserve solitude away from the rest of the crazy world sometimes. You may feel surprised on how refreshed you feel after taking a short break. Trust me on this.

Cleffairy: Go ahead…have a vacation… get some rest, take a break, have a Kit Kat! LOL.

You read it right. I’m back from my vacation. It was not a hell of a vacation where I had a blast or anything, but as I said before, I really need a vacation… I need a break, need to breathe… especially after being put into hell’s fire, literally. And I get exactly just that, only it was not as exciting as I imagined it to be.

It was actually dreadfully boring and my husband can vouch for that (I could have sworn that I wanted to  commit suicide out of boredom during the vacation), but I’m not really complaining, because despite of the uneventful ‘vacation’ I managed to get the rest and peace I desperately needed-away from the madness that’s going on in my daily life that’s getting almost out of hand.

As the result of the vacation, Cleffairy is now more relaxed and easily contented, less tensed up, though no less fiery, unfortunately. ( Why do I have a funny feeling that I spoke too soon?)

Anyway, dear readers, I am not here to boast about the short vacation that I took. After all,  besides visiting a museum and some historical landmarks, all I did was pigged out on food and sleep like some stuffed python all day long, so you guys can stop imagining that my vacation was a sexy one. It was far from that, though I wish that in the future, I can have a smoking hot vacation with my other half in some exotic island or something.

Returning home from this short break after so many years living my life as a madwoman, I realized one important thing that I wanted to share with all of you. We’re all actually living in a cuckoo world. Our daily lives are actually crazy and time seems to slipped away as we blink and proceed our daily lives by doing mundane daily chores. Admit it… our lives are actually boring and routine. For most, it’s living a  9-5 job plus extra chores and wailing children waiting to be fed at home. Some lucky others may have more interesting life, but for most, I think their life is quite repetitive, isn’t it?

Well, things work that way for me, at least. My life throughout the year is fairly repetitive… I do the same thing over and over again every day that sometimes, I feel like I wanted to scream with dissatisfaction. I was once a very spirited and carefree person, you see, but now I  lead a life that is so routine that if I actually write a diary faithfully,there will be the same entry on every damn page. The only difference in my diary would just be the dates. One can only imagine how trapped I feel most of the time.

As I flew back to KL after a short vacation, I realized that every now and then, everyone deserves a quiet, quality time either alone, or with loved ones. No matter how busy we are trying to make a living and do our part so that the Earth revolves around the sun, we are only human after all.

Every now and then, we’re like our precious handphones. Our battery simply gets depleted and needs to be recharged. At some point in our lives, we may feel that we’re simply like a set of handphone with depleted battery. We simply feel dead and no matter how hard we try, we can’t boot up.

We’ll feel that we needed to get away for whatever troubles that’s bothering us. We need a break.  Trust me, we all do. I’m not the kind of people who takes vacation on whims, but I  have reached the point where I feel that my ‘battery’ was depleted, and my heart simply scream for an escape from my not so pretty environment.

A lot of people will say that it’s best facing your problems and solve it instead of running away from them, but mind you, taking a short break so that you can clear your head to ensure you’ll be able to make the right decisions later on is not running away from your problem. Taking a short weekend breakaway so that you can feel less tense about your work or marital problems is not wrong too. It is important to ‘recharge’ yourself every now and then, no matter what obnoxious people out there say.

Though our life is more meaningful when we live for others, but we are important too. Life is too short, so every now and then, unwind and try to smell the roses, because, for what is worth, you are precious, and deserve solitude away from the rest of the crazy world sometimes. You may feel surprised on how refreshed you feel after taking a short break. Trust me on this.

Cleffairy: Go ahead…have a vacation… get some rest, take a break, have a Kit Kat! LOL.

You read it right. I’m back from my vacation. It was not a hell of a vacation where I had a blast or anything, but as I said before, I really need a vacation… I need a break, need to breathe… especially after being put into hell’s fire, literally. And I get exactly just that, only it was not as exciting as I imagined it to be.

It was actually dreadfully boring and my husband can vouch for that (I could have sworn that I wanted to  commit suicide out of boredom during the vacation), but I’m not really complaining, because despite of the uneventful ‘vacation’ I managed to get the rest and peace I desperately needed-away from the madness that’s going on in my daily life that’s getting almost out of hand.

As the result of the vacation, Cleffairy is now more relaxed and easily contented, less tensed up, though no less fiery, unfortunately. ( Why do I have a funny feeling that I spoke too soon?)

Anyway, dear readers, I am not here to boast about the short vacation that I took. After all,  besides visiting a museum and some historical landmarks, all I did was pigged out on food and sleep like some stuffed python all day long, so you guys can stop imagining that my vacation was a sexy one. It was far from that, though I wish that in the future, I can have a smoking hot vacation with my other half in some exotic island or something.

Returning home from this short break after so many years living my life as a madwoman, I realized one important thing that I wanted to share with all of you. We’re all actually living in a cuckoo world. Our daily lives are actually crazy and time seems to slipped away as we blink and proceed our daily lives by doing mundane daily chores. Admit it… our lives are actually boring and routine. For most, it’s living a  9-5 job plus extra chores and wailing children waiting to be fed at home. Some lucky others may have more interesting life, but for most, I think their life is quite repetitive, isn’t it?

Well, things work that way for me, at least. My life throughout the year is fairly repetitive… I do the same thing over and over again every day that sometimes, I feel like I wanted to scream with dissatisfaction. I was once a very spirited and carefree person, you see, but now I  lead a life that is so routine that if I actually write a diary faithfully,there will be the same entry on every damn page. The only difference in my diary would just be the dates. One can only imagine how trapped I feel most of the time.

As I flew back to KL after a short vacation, I realized that every now and then, everyone deserves a quiet, quality time either alone, or with loved ones. No matter how busy we are trying to make a living and do our part so that the Earth revolves around the sun, we are only human after all.

Every now and then, we’re like our precious handphones. Our battery simply gets depleted and needs to be recharged. At some point in our lives, we may feel that we’re simply like a set of handphone with depleted battery. We simply feel dead and no matter how hard we try, we can’t boot up.

We’ll feel that we needed to get away for whatever troubles that’s bothering us. We need a break.  Trust me, we all do. I’m not the kind of people who takes vacation on whims, but I  have reached the point where I feel that my ‘battery’ was depleted, and my heart simply scream for an escape from my not so pretty environment.

A lot of people will say that it’s best facing your problems and solve it instead of running away from them, but mind you, taking a short break so that you can clear your head to ensure you’ll be able to make the right decisions later on is not running away from your problem. Taking a short weekend breakaway so that you can feel less tense about your work or marital problems is not wrong too. It is important to ‘recharge’ yourself every now and then, no matter what obnoxious people out there say.

Though our life is more meaningful when we live for others, but we are important too. Life is too short, so every now and then, unwind and try to smell the roses, because, for what is worth, you are precious, and deserve solitude away from the rest of the crazy world sometimes. You may feel surprised on how refreshed you feel after taking a short break. Trust me on this.

Cleffairy: Go ahead…have a vacation… get some rest, take a break, have a Kit Kat! LOL.

You read it right. I’m back from my vacation. It was not a hell of a vacation where I had a blast or anything, but as I said before, I really need a vacation… I need a break, need to breathe… especially after being put into hell’s fire, literally. And I get exactly just that, only it was not as exciting as I imagined it to be.

It was actually dreadfully boring and my husband can vouch for that (I could have sworn that I wanted to  commit suicide out of boredom during the vacation), but I’m not really complaining, because despite of the uneventful ‘vacation’ I managed to get the rest and peace I desperately needed-away from the madness that’s going on in my daily life that’s getting almost out of hand.

As the result of the vacation, Cleffairy is now more relaxed and easily contented, less tensed up, though no less fiery, unfortunately. ( Why do I have a funny feeling that I spoke too soon?)

Anyway, dear readers, I am not here to boast about the short vacation that I took. After all,  besides visiting a museum and some historical landmarks, all I did was pigged out on food and sleep like some stuffed python all day long, so you guys can stop imagining that my vacation was a sexy one. It was far from that, though I wish that in the future, I can have a smoking hot vacation with my other half in some exotic island or something.

Returning home from this short break after so many years living my life as a madwoman, I realized one important thing that I wanted to share with all of you. We’re all actually living in a cuckoo world. Our daily lives are actually crazy and time seems to slipped away as we blink and proceed our daily lives by doing mundane daily chores. Admit it… our lives are actually boring and routine. For most, it’s living a  9-5 job plus extra chores and wailing children waiting to be fed at home. Some lucky others may have more interesting life, but for most, I think their life is quite repetitive, isn’t it?

Well, things work that way for me, at least. My life throughout the year is fairly repetitive… I do the same thing over and over again every day that sometimes, I feel like I wanted to scream with dissatisfaction. I was once a very spirited and carefree person, you see, but now I  lead a life that is so routine that if I actually write a diary faithfully,there will be the same entry on every damn page. The only difference in my diary would just be the dates. One can only imagine how trapped I feel most of the time.

As I flew back to KL after a short vacation, I realized that every now and then, everyone deserves a quiet, quality time either alone, or with loved ones. No matter how busy we are trying to make a living and do our part so that the Earth revolves around the sun, we are only human after all.

Every now and then, we’re like our precious handphones. Our battery simply gets depleted and needs to be recharged. At some point in our lives, we may feel that we’re simply like a set of handphone with depleted battery. We simply feel dead and no matter how hard we try, we can’t boot up.

We’ll feel that we needed to get away for whatever troubles that’s bothering us. We need a break.  Trust me, we all do. I’m not the kind of people who takes vacation on whims, but I  have reached the point where I feel that my ‘battery’ was depleted, and my heart simply scream for an escape from my not so pretty environment.

A lot of people will say that it’s best facing your problems and solve it instead of running away from them, but mind you, taking a short break so that you can clear your head to ensure you’ll be able to make the right decisions later on is not running away from your problem. Taking a short weekend breakaway so that you can feel less tense about your work or marital problems is not wrong too. It is important to ‘recharge’ yourself every now and then, no matter what obnoxious people out there say.

Though our life is more meaningful when we live for others, but we are important too. Life is too short, so every now and then, unwind and try to smell the roses, because, for what is worth, you are precious, and deserve solitude away from the rest of the crazy world sometimes. You may feel surprised on how refreshed you feel after taking a short break. Trust me on this.

Cleffairy: Go ahead…have a vacation… get some rest, take a break, have a Kit Kat! LOL.

It bothers me terribly after reading Eugene’s entry. Not because I am overly concern about what he will be doing with the problems that is bothering him, but because his nephew’s ‘problems’ is something that is extremely close to my heart.  I won’t give a damn on how Eugene wishes to handle his problems at hand. And frankly speaking, this entry is not targeted on him. Not at all. That is the least on my mind at the moment. But I’d like to say something because his entry tug at my heart.It coincide with the things that is going on at the moment.

For what it’s worth I’ve been constantly put in in almost the same position as his nephew where OUTSIDERS create problems for me when there is actually none at all. They insist that there is a problem. Create problems for you. And then ‘provide’ a solution for you. And then, if you cannot accept what they are doing or admit there’s a problem, things will get horribly nasty.

They will tell you that you’re a stubborn bitch who cannot listen or accept people’s views or advice. They call you stupid,un- filial, and many more unpleasant things.

Things are worst when they happen to be your parents, or elder relatives. They always think think you are not good enough. Not up to their standard. They think they have the rights to make decisions for you without asking your opinion just because they thought they have eaten more salt than you eat rice. They think they are experienced in everything-because they have gone through what they thought you’re going through. When things does not go as they plan or things goes awry, they will cry foul, blame you for everything  and play the victim game, telling people that younger generation are crude and have absolutely no respect for them.

People should not judge a book by it’s cover, and yet, that is what goes on every goddamn day in my life. People thought I know nothing when I say nothing. People thought I don’t care about a thing when I don’t speak up and pretended not to give a damn about certain matters.

People thought I’m blissfully happy about arrangements that had been made when I faked a smile just to be polite… just because I am so bloody sick of arguing my arse for conversations that I cannot reach a good outcome. As of late, I feel that talking or trying to communicate my point across is no longer a rational solution to every goddamn things that is occurring in my shitty life right now. What’s the point of wasting my breath when people are no longer even listening to what I want to say, or even keeping an open mind when I say something? It seems that whenever I try to be honest with how I feel about certain subject or issues, it is tempers that flared and I get accused for so many things?

I hate… no wait, hate is not the right word to describe what I feel… loathe and despise is a better word…yes… I despise people interfering my way of life, and yet, people insist on doing that, and as the consequences of their action, I’m placed in the predicament where I can no longer feel happy. No matter what I do these days, happiness or smiles is shortlived. Well, thank good for comedies aired on the idiot box, else I think I I would have forgotten how to genuinely laugh. No, people, I am not joking about me relying on the idiot box to laugh. I am speaking nothing but truth.

Happiness is a commodity that is EXTREMELY hard to achieve these days, and now that people simply would not leave me alone and let me lead my life how I want to lead it. People are expecting me to be like some sort of a robot that they can command as they pleased and follow whatever they say. When they say “Jump!”  I am expected to say “How high?” and whether I like it or not, I must do as they say without a question.

Let me ask you readers one thing. When one is not given a choice or even have a say in how one wished to lead their life and they are told just to follow whatever that is planned for them, is it not a violation of the most basic human rights?

Well… for some, perhaps it is not. They call it ‘helping’. But then again, help given when not needed can be HUGE problem.  Terribly, horribly, HUGE problem. Same like ‘advice given’ when not asked is as good as making the one on the receiving end think that you are a a busybody who have nothing to do but meddle with things that you should not concern yourself with.

Older people are more experienced in life. Yes. True. I won’t challenge that. But younger generation too have their own ways on how they lead their life and  ways to handle their own problems. We have our own ways of doing things, so why the fuck the elders thought we do not know how to handle our life and treat us like some brainless child who do not know how to think or make decision on our own?

Cleffairy: Leave me alone. Let me be. Let me lead my life how I want it to be. Let me make my mistakes. Let me learn. LET ME BREATHE!

It bothers me terribly after reading Eugene’s entry. Not because I am overly concern about what he will be doing with the problems that is bothering him, but because his nephew’s ‘problems’ is something that is extremely close to my heart.  I won’t give a damn on how Eugene wishes to handle his problems at hand. And frankly speaking, this entry is not targeted on him. Not at all. That is the least on my mind at the moment. But I’d like to say something because his entry tug at my heart.It coincide with the things that is going on at the moment.

For what it’s worth I’ve been constantly put in in almost the same position as his nephew where OUTSIDERS create problems for me when there is actually none at all. They insist that there is a problem. Create problems for you. And then ‘provide’ a solution for you. And then, if you cannot accept what they are doing or admit there’s a problem, things will get horribly nasty.

They will tell you that you’re a stubborn bitch who cannot listen or accept people’s views or advice. They call you stupid,un- filial, and many more unpleasant things.

Things are worst when they happen to be your parents, or elder relatives. They always think think you are not good enough. Not up to their standard. They think they have the rights to make decisions for you without asking your opinion just because they thought they have eaten more salt than you eat rice. They think they are experienced in everything-because they have gone through what they thought you’re going through. When things does not go as they plan or things goes awry, they will cry foul, blame you for everything  and play the victim game, telling people that younger generation are crude and have absolutely no respect for them.

People should not judge a book by it’s cover, and yet, that is what goes on every goddamn day in my life. People thought I know nothing when I say nothing. People thought I don’t care about a thing when I don’t speak up and pretended not to give a damn about certain matters.

People thought I’m blissfully happy about arrangements that had been made when I faked a smile just to be polite… just because I am so bloody sick of arguing my arse for conversations that I cannot reach a good outcome. As of late, I feel that talking or trying to communicate my point across is no longer a rational solution to every goddamn things that is occurring in my shitty life right now. What’s the point of wasting my breath when people are no longer even listening to what I want to say, or even keeping an open mind when I say something? It seems that whenever I try to be honest with how I feel about certain subject or issues, it is tempers that flared and I get accused for so many things?

I hate… no wait, hate is not the right word to describe what I feel… loathe and despise is a better word…yes… I despise people interfering my way of life, and yet, people insist on doing that, and as the consequences of their action, I’m placed in the predicament where I can no longer feel happy. No matter what I do these days, happiness or smiles is shortlived. Well, thank good for comedies aired on the idiot box, else I think I I would have forgotten how to genuinely laugh. No, people, I am not joking about me relying on the idiot box to laugh. I am speaking nothing but truth.

Happiness is a commodity that is EXTREMELY hard to achieve these days, and now that people simply would not leave me alone and let me lead my life how I want to lead it. People are expecting me to be like some sort of a robot that they can command as they pleased and follow whatever they say. When they say “Jump!”  I am expected to say “How high?” and whether I like it or not, I must do as they say without a question.

Let me ask you readers one thing. When one is not given a choice or even have a say in how one wished to lead their life and they are told just to follow whatever that is planned for them, is it not a violation of the most basic human rights?

Well… for some, perhaps it is not. They call it ‘helping’. But then again, help given when not needed can be HUGE problem.  Terribly, horribly, HUGE problem. Same like ‘advice given’ when not asked is as good as making the one on the receiving end think that you are a a busybody who have nothing to do but meddle with things that you should not concern yourself with.

Older people are more experienced in life. Yes. True. I won’t challenge that. But younger generation too have their own ways on how they lead their life and  ways to handle their own problems. We have our own ways of doing things, so why the fuck the elders thought we do not know how to handle our life and treat us like some brainless child who do not know how to think or make decision on our own?

Cleffairy: Leave me alone. Let me be. Let me lead my life how I want it to be. Let me make my mistakes. Let me learn. LET ME BREATHE!

It bothers me terribly after reading Eugene’s entry. Not because I am overly concern about what he will be doing with the problems that is bothering him, but because his nephew’s ‘problems’ is something that is extremely close to my heart.  I won’t give a damn on how Eugene wishes to handle his problems at hand. And frankly speaking, this entry is not targeted on him. Not at all. That is the least on my mind at the moment. But I’d like to say something because his entry tug at my heart.It coincide with the things that is going on at the moment.

For what it’s worth I’ve been constantly put in in almost the same position as his nephew where OUTSIDERS create problems for me when there is actually none at all. They insist that there is a problem. Create problems for you. And then ‘provide’ a solution for you. And then, if you cannot accept what they are doing or admit there’s a problem, things will get horribly nasty.

They will tell you that you’re a stubborn bitch who cannot listen or accept people’s views or advice. They call you stupid,un- filial, and many more unpleasant things.

Things are worst when they happen to be your parents, or elder relatives. They always think think you are not good enough. Not up to their standard. They think they have the rights to make decisions for you without asking your opinion just because they thought they have eaten more salt than you eat rice. They think they are experienced in everything-because they have gone through what they thought you’re going through. When things does not go as they plan or things goes awry, they will cry foul, blame you for everything  and play the victim game, telling people that younger generation are crude and have absolutely no respect for them.

People should not judge a book by it’s cover, and yet, that is what goes on every goddamn day in my life. People thought I know nothing when I say nothing. People thought I don’t care about a thing when I don’t speak up and pretended not to give a damn about certain matters.

People thought I’m blissfully happy about arrangements that had been made when I faked a smile just to be polite… just because I am so bloody sick of arguing my arse for conversations that I cannot reach a good outcome. As of late, I feel that talking or trying to communicate my point across is no longer a rational solution to every goddamn things that is occurring in my shitty life right now. What’s the point of wasting my breath when people are no longer even listening to what I want to say, or even keeping an open mind when I say something? It seems that whenever I try to be honest with how I feel about certain subject or issues, it is tempers that flared and I get accused for so many things?

I hate… no wait, hate is not the right word to describe what I feel… loathe and despise is a better word…yes… I despise people interfering my way of life, and yet, people insist on doing that, and as the consequences of their action, I’m placed in the predicament where I can no longer feel happy. No matter what I do these days, happiness or smiles is shortlived. Well, thank good for comedies aired on the idiot box, else I think I I would have forgotten how to genuinely laugh. No, people, I am not joking about me relying on the idiot box to laugh. I am speaking nothing but truth.

Happiness is a commodity that is EXTREMELY hard to achieve these days, and now that people simply would not leave me alone and let me lead my life how I want to lead it. People are expecting me to be like some sort of a robot that they can command as they pleased and follow whatever they say. When they say “Jump!”  I am expected to say “How high?” and whether I like it or not, I must do as they say without a question.

Let me ask you readers one thing. When one is not given a choice or even have a say in how one wished to lead their life and they are told just to follow whatever that is planned for them, is it not a violation of the most basic human rights?

Well… for some, perhaps it is not. They call it ‘helping’. But then again, help given when not needed can be HUGE problem.  Terribly, horribly, HUGE problem. Same like ‘advice given’ when not asked is as good as making the one on the receiving end think that you are a a busybody who have nothing to do but meddle with things that you should not concern yourself with.

Older people are more experienced in life. Yes. True. I won’t challenge that. But younger generation too have their own ways on how they lead their life and  ways to handle their own problems. We have our own ways of doing things, so why the fuck the elders thought we do not know how to handle our life and treat us like some brainless child who do not know how to think or make decision on our own?

Cleffairy: Leave me alone. Let me be. Let me lead my life how I want it to be. Let me make my mistakes. Let me learn. LET ME BREATHE!

It bothers me terribly after reading Eugene’s entry. Not because I am overly concern about what he will be doing with the problems that is bothering him, but because his nephew’s ‘problems’ is something that is extremely close to my heart.  I won’t give a damn on how Eugene wishes to handle his problems at hand. And frankly speaking, this entry is not targeted on him. Not at all. That is the least on my mind at the moment. But I’d like to say something because his entry tug at my heart.It coincide with the things that is going on at the moment.

For what it’s worth I’ve been constantly put in in almost the same position as his nephew where OUTSIDERS create problems for me when there is actually none at all. They insist that there is a problem. Create problems for you. And then ‘provide’ a solution for you. And then, if you cannot accept what they are doing or admit there’s a problem, things will get horribly nasty.

They will tell you that you’re a stubborn bitch who cannot listen or accept people’s views or advice. They call you stupid,un- filial, and many more unpleasant things.

Things are worst when they happen to be your parents, or elder relatives. They always think think you are not good enough. Not up to their standard. They think they have the rights to make decisions for you without asking your opinion just because they thought they have eaten more salt than you eat rice. They think they are experienced in everything-because they have gone through what they thought you’re going through. When things does not go as they plan or things goes awry, they will cry foul, blame you for everything  and play the victim game, telling people that younger generation are crude and have absolutely no respect for them.

People should not judge a book by it’s cover, and yet, that is what goes on every goddamn day in my life. People thought I know nothing when I say nothing. People thought I don’t care about a thing when I don’t speak up and pretended not to give a damn about certain matters.

People thought I’m blissfully happy about arrangements that had been made when I faked a smile just to be polite… just because I am so bloody sick of arguing my arse for conversations that I cannot reach a good outcome. As of late, I feel that talking or trying to communicate my point across is no longer a rational solution to every goddamn things that is occurring in my shitty life right now. What’s the point of wasting my breath when people are no longer even listening to what I want to say, or even keeping an open mind when I say something? It seems that whenever I try to be honest with how I feel about certain subject or issues, it is tempers that flared and I get accused for so many things?

I hate… no wait, hate is not the right word to describe what I feel… loathe and despise is a better word…yes… I despise people interfering my way of life, and yet, people insist on doing that, and as the consequences of their action, I’m placed in the predicament where I can no longer feel happy. No matter what I do these days, happiness or smiles is shortlived. Well, thank good for comedies aired on the idiot box, else I think I I would have forgotten how to genuinely laugh. No, people, I am not joking about me relying on the idiot box to laugh. I am speaking nothing but truth.

Happiness is a commodity that is EXTREMELY hard to achieve these days, and now that people simply would not leave me alone and let me lead my life how I want to lead it. People are expecting me to be like some sort of a robot that they can command as they pleased and follow whatever they say. When they say “Jump!”  I am expected to say “How high?” and whether I like it or not, I must do as they say without a question.

Let me ask you readers one thing. When one is not given a choice or even have a say in how one wished to lead their life and they are told just to follow whatever that is planned for them, is it not a violation of the most basic human rights?

Well… for some, perhaps it is not. They call it ‘helping’. But then again, help given when not needed can be HUGE problem.  Terribly, horribly, HUGE problem. Same like ‘advice given’ when not asked is as good as making the one on the receiving end think that you are a a busybody who have nothing to do but meddle with things that you should not concern yourself with.

Older people are more experienced in life. Yes. True. I won’t challenge that. But younger generation too have their own ways on how they lead their life and  ways to handle their own problems. We have our own ways of doing things, so why the fuck the elders thought we do not know how to handle our life and treat us like some brainless child who do not know how to think or make decision on our own?

Cleffairy: Leave me alone. Let me be. Let me lead my life how I want it to be. Let me make my mistakes. Let me learn. LET ME BREATHE!