for the past few nights, i've become nostalgia. reminiscing all my pasts, especially the year when i took the major exam in primary school. somehow, after reading one story from the chicken soup for the teenage soul 3, it really brought back tears.

i never shared my past with anyone. living with poverty was hard and the present now, i regretted being rebellious in my sec2 year, wanting to be materialistic and all those junks. right now, i'm hating myself to have bought all those clothes and went out shopping. i wish my present was like my past, at least i've learnt the value of appreciation at that point of time.

if i was still in poverty, would i study hard? just to make ends meet? or give up my dreams just to help with the family finance?

now, i'm want to apologise to my mom and dad who put up with my behaviour last year and that made me realise, they love me the way my brother and i are, although he's a slow-thinker and pampered monkey.

seeing people getting expensive stuffs, i feel it's useless to get one and money can't buy everything, right? there's so many items i regretted for buying and i can't seem to return it back. people just don't appreciate the value of things anymore. they're just so impulsive and i'm one of them.

i still wish i was living through those dark times for values, not pity from friends.