Sad KLubbing retreat
I remember my first time going to mini bistros and parties back during my teenage years. It started as soon as I noticed hanging out at KFCs and game arcades just weren't enuff for me. I remember my life was constantly moving on a fast lane where weekend was the official motivation and midnight life was the religion. From parties, to bistros, to race tracks, to outside throw downs - I enjoyed every second of it and advocated my life to it simply for the dumb excuse that I was a teenager, and I was bored, and I was lost. But there were no drugs or negative influence involved, just a clean innocent fun time wif people that I called friends (tho most of them are strangers from unknown sources).Until my mom passed. Then I completely lost my directions. Friends were there but to tell me I should party some more to kill the sadness away.
So for the first time in my life, I couldn't breathe =(
She has always been the only one to say that that I was wrong. She wouldn't scold me, oh no she's not that type. She'd be very upset but yet to be able to pull a calm angry look whenever she caught me getting home in the early mornings was breathtakingly regretting. So what went wrong? I had a patient mother and a troubled life. Her words eventually become wisdom for my actions. I started to change my lifestyle. Slowly I abandoned my social life. Just the way she always wanted to see me in. Tho some might argue that my actions are unjustified and it's too late, guess no matter how grown I've become, I'll always be her little girl. I may not be a good muslim, but I'm responsible for my mutual life change.
Now, I kept those memories deep in a very safe place in my head where I can constantly pay visit to, and often cries upon. I don't regret anything (I'm referring to the negative and careless attribute, a huge exceptional to my mother's absence). After all, it's safe to say that it is in those things that matured me to who I am today, what is wrong and otherwise. Adolescence was priceless but I'm not proud of mine.
And I'm an official wild card retiree.
So listen up,
"A smart man will learn from his mistakes, but a wise man will learn from others"
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