ranting in this hour.

sometimes i wonder why should we withhold what's on our mind.

the silence has begun to wear me down. 

expectations.
supposedly non-existent for certain matters, yet apparently not the case.

then, there are those that are driven into us as we come of age. 

and as the years go by, these expectations grow higher, while responsibilities grow heavier.

it's 2016. 

it has come to a point where things we once cared about are no longer a priority.

we begin to selectively plan how we'd spend our limited time and energy.

things that had never come across our minds before as a possibility has somehow become a surrealistic reality - a cruel joke it seems. 

it's fyp season.

on hindsight, amidst my complaints here, i am grateful for the many things in life, and most importantly, the people in it.