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Siti Nurshila
SHILALA
Swinging Single.
Love?
Not any time soon, i'll wait for the right time & right one. (:
This is where i pen down all my thoughts, and almost everything about my life.
I'm not perfect.
i have my flaws too.
But i try to be the best for myself and others.
Yes! Yes!
I live my life to the very fullest.
But i do not neglect the man above and the people around me.
Oh Oh Yea !!
And I don't care if you hate me or bitch bout me, cause your just making me famous, baybeh.
Thanks for visiting my blog. Good day readers~. (:
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Pray to god, shila. Study now, have fun later. Bear with it, time will fly very fast. Do it for your mom,shila.

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♥ Monday, December 22, 2008
6:54 PM

Things are getting out of hand. i just can't help myself but to post and vent all my feelings here.
I guess , i should forget bout the idea of posting one day before countdown .

Life has been such disaster for the past few weeks. You guys, are getting on my nerves right now.
The couple that i love & care the most, the only soul that i will do anything for.
The ones that i cherish, the priority of my life. You guys are my everything.
You were the ones that i look upon each and everyday of my life. You guys are my light to every darkness.
But, i guess all that has gone to waste now.
You spoke to me, like I'm your friend ? Excuse me. Mind you, I'm your daughter, your child.
You don't talk to me that way, if you expect me to talk to you nicely.
You blame me for being rude , look at how the way you talk.
You don't gain my respect,if you yourself do not respect me.
Like any other child out there, i have feelings too.
I may be rebellious at times, i may look very strong and stern, from the out view.
But deep inside, I'm a soft person. Your harsh words, stabs my heart very deeply.
It hurts so much, that all the things you said, kept replaying on my mind like a soundtrack.

I don't understand you. I really don't . What more do you expect me to do?
Rot at home, everyday, every hour, every minute , every second?
Be a maid at home, with all the house chores that keep bundling up, with not even a single soul to help?
You called me useless? hopeless? Tell me how am i suppose to look forward in life, in my future, with all those words.
You, as my parents should give me motivation, the courage, the love and care . not the opposite.
You guys only spot the negative side of me, but have you seen my positive side?
Who was there, when you guys are alone at home? Who was there, always by your side?
Who was there, to accompany you? to entertain you? Make you smile & laugh without fail?
Who was there, when you are starving and just plain lazy to get yourself the food to eat?
Who was it, who did the house chores? Who did the ironing? Who did the washing? The moping?
Who was the one pursuing your dreams and not their? Go and reconsider!
EVERYTHING I DID , I DID IT FOR YOU. FOR YOUR HAPPINESS. FOR YOUR SATISFACTION . NOT MINE!



all i could do now, is to just pray to god. as he always listen.