Truth Thursday: For Your Approval

I have to admit, but family reunions are my father’s side of the tree is just one of the few things I look forward to the least, in the whole year (if it’s not because of the food, though). Nothing beats the feeling of having to eat delicious food, and be summoned to the living room for some lecturing from all my aunts and uncle.

Not that I hate it (I despise it), but having to defend myself for the decisions that I have been doing lately with my schooling, and my personal decision on leaving, was definitely ‘suffocating’ for me, having to abide to whatever they deemed ‘proper’ and right for me. And for the longest time, I have been doing things their way, I usually forget that I do have a say on how I should live my life – not like how I see them making me follow them all the way.

Come to think of it, I almost missed out on so many things because of trying so hard to keep up with them.

Maybe this time, I can finally get away with it, and start anew with how I want to live my life. I was doing perfectly well, before they came. Though not being very inconsiderate of me, I appreciate what they’ve given me. But I think it came too much – with all the sermons and the ‘degrading’ I seem to have received from them.

Maybe this time, I can finally establish what I really want to be.

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Motherly Bonding

Mom and I rarely get to take photos together, mainly because I’m always the one holding the camera (laughs). But whenever I get the chance to have the two of us in a picture, its definitely not a moment to waste.

And I really love it when the two of us are together. Most of my cousins get jealous with how mom and I get along well, but we can’t blame them – its always a fun time whenever I’m with my mom. Yeah, we have our arguments from time to time, but amidst the verbal disputes, its always the good times that meant a lot, and we always got together in the end :)

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The Agony

Caged, in this house full of lies.
The pain! It slowly creeps inside
And I, with efforts to sustain
Down on my knees I remain
I cry.

Eyes, crimson red oh bloodshot eyes
Reason? No time to ask him why
As he slaps his words to our cheeks
And we fall– she and me
I sigh.

Words may not contain all these
But still, I refrain to believe
Two months? We need stay for two more?
If we can just go tonight..
Tonight.