18 years.
i would not say i've been through the storms, nor commit myself to being someone who's life have been smooth sailing.now i look back at when i assumed to be the worst moment of my life,the pain is there,the "what ifs" surface.but i soon see myself moving forward, trying, as hard as i might be, to throw away these stuff.irrelevant stuff.

simply because age is catching on us and we have more things ahead to treasure rather than to cling onto the past. not implying me, not just me but my parents. in one night i look back, and reflect on my 18 years with them.what have i given them i dunno, but what they have given me, COUNTLESS. we're indebtable to them and i curse myself now for brushing them off when im not in a very good mood sometimes.because they deserve much more than this.

i want to use my own money and bring them to new zealand one day.