Lone Wolf Years II

It was the peace, back than!

Time to time my life started to change. It started to swallow the strong, hard truth. My younger brother was born in 2009. I thought he was the only reason I should look back. But he wasn't. When I got addicted to music and pencil sketching, it felt like the only way out of my family. Mum hated dad and vice versa. Their everyday fight made me wanna leave it all behind and run where my eyes landed. At home it was mum and dad, at school friends and teachers. One or two friends in particular, stood up. So did a teacher. They wanted to help but they were as much scared of the alpha as I was! Songs of Michael Jackson, Cristina Aguilera, One republic, Gavin DeGraw were some kind of energy that made you believe. I still want to go good with music but now it is just a old buried deep memory that nobody cares about. After I left music, it was words that gave me the answer of who I am. But this writing passion is only broaden to my blog and G-mail. Writer's Cafe, Writer's Discussion Group and Writers Corner. My mum loves to compare me with others. She comes up to my room and goes all yappity yippity yap about our neighbours kids and her family and the students of our society, especially the one that is all-rounder. She also loved to tell dad a meter more about how I behaved that day, whenever I came home! It was like a 1 on 2 handicap match. They kept tagging and beating the shit out of me, whispering in my ears, "It's for your own good!" I remember telling them to just encourage and love me for what I've became and not to compare me with others. My father has this amazing line that he do loves saying, "What have those students been eating and what we've been feeding you that you fail? They eats rice and so do you! Then why can't you pass?" That was the last time I sobbed over these little things! I started to search a way to bury those, deep inside. And boxing was the pretty, little, nasty solution. I also started to talk back and be rude to anyone who's nice to me. Now my mum comes up to me and say's, "You changed a lot!" But since than nobody has ever been successful in beating me! Literally and mentally! And if life gave me lemons and rather than making lemonade, I sold those lemon on wholesale prize and having a great life! I tell you to do the same! And am waiting for the day when I will be able to make my parents, teachers and friends proud (also jealous) of me!!! ;-*