I think unnecessary academic stress and pressure breeds invisible negativity.
For every bit of 'success', it requires a certain degree of 'desolation'.
For every bit of hunger for glory, we zoom into our desired destination,
evoking oblivion or, perhaps ignorance.
For every step we take to inch towards it, we leave a fiery trail for everyone to see,
or, dig up trapping pits under a new moon.
Well, you might disagree with the way I magnify things up.
But don't deny the negativity's existence.
It's inside everyone.
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For the past few days, or maybe weeks, I've been relatively busy with school stuffs (oh wow). Promos are becoming some irritating, horror movie trailer that requires you to get a job, earn some bucks, and pay like $1000 for a ticket with no popcorn discounts, and if you don't get its plot, you're supposed to pay like $234567.890 (oup 2 d.p.) more and re-watch it.
Not forgetting PW - like thousands of cave bats flapping around, pooping, biting, sucking, when you're watching the horror movie.
Due to how busy I was, I didn't help out, MUCH for Hari Raya preparations.
Maybe just doing some house-painting, furniture shifting, vacuuming, shelving, discarding..
But my parents did 600% more.
And they're not really perfectly fit/healthy.
I'm their only child, and I was literally showing a (>:[ )
since I couldn't really focus solely on my work.
It's the first time that my house had a full-scale makeover.
One day, I was kinda stressed out by work, and they happened to ask for my help doing some house work. So I asked them, "Why are we having so many new stuffs? It's just unnecessary, just a waste. You can actually buy for me other useful stuffs."
And then they told me this:
"It's going to be our last time touching, and putting effort to make a place called home. Perhaps, your next time is when we're already not around, and it will be done by you and your future family."
Just then, I realized how screwed up I am.
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