SELL. And it gets worse.

These few days, and the moments that set you thinking.

One.

So many years. So long, so precious; at least to me it is.

A bit random to suddenly think of this. It just keeps coming back to me.

It's something I will never forget, something I'll bear with for the rest of my life.

I recall some of the harsh things you've said to me before. Previously, I took it so hard upon myself. But thinking back, it did teach me things.

" Not your business. "

All of a sudden, everything went cold and awkward. Sometimes I kept myself waiting for ages, for nothing. I waited like an idiot. Now that I think of it, what a fool I've been.

And then, I was just dropped without warning. Everything that happened disappeared into nothing. I bet you don't remember anything anymore.

I still do.

Yet, all the things that we have and will go through in life can make or break us.

It most certainly broke me.

But I'm not going to let it stay that way. I have things that you left me, but not FOR me. But at least I'll remember, look back and improve.

" It's not always about yourself. "

Two

Friendship. It matters a lot.

To have that knowledge that there will always be someone out there who would help and support you.

Someone you can confide in.

Someone who can confide in you.

Someone you can help and support.

Someone who bothers and is always ready to care.

A bit the demanding to be a friend eh?

It's difficult to consider certain people as friends. Sure, we do talk, but I don't know.

It's like you people don't care sometimes.

Insecure. But it's true that there's favoritism, admit it.

But I've realized. Be contented with what you have. No point lamenting over what you don't have, because it's not going to change anything.

I'll appreciate.

Three.

Family.

After Sunday 11.59pm, Monday 12.00am began. It was only then that we started chionging our homework.

I admit, it was foolish of us to not have done our work over the long 3 day break.

Instead, what the hell were we doing? Either sleeping, playing or eating, or etc. No work was done.

Luxury is a good thing. Over-indulgence isn't.

Left right till the eleventh hour.

Father just woke up and flared at that point of time. A destructive rampage.

As a parent, it'd be weird if you didn't feel angry at your children.

He called us stupid, useless, failures. Said he has given up on us. He seriously insulted us like shit that night. His very own sons.

It was all in a fit of anger, but it sure hurt all the same.

A wake up call. Time to work on this stagnant life.

Less of this indulgence, this wasting away.

Be more productive.

Don't let your emotions get the better of you, you can't afford to.

And thus I'm ending this post now.

Seriously.