Life On Campus

Life on campus isn't difficult. After the first few weeks of adjustments, daily life becomes a sort of a routine for me. The most difficult thing about campus life? The people. Yes, the people. You start to meet a lot of people there. People who like you, people who hate you, or people who just didn't give a damn. As John Lennon once said, wisely (I think it was John Lennon, correct me if I'm wrong anyone):

"There are four types of people in this world;
People who like you for the wrong reasons,
People who like you for the right reasons,
People who hate you for the wrong reasons,
People who hate you for the right reasons.
The only people who matter to you are the last group of people."

Let me tell you something. After being on campus for almost a year, I've met plenty from each of the four types. Some of them I call friends, some I do not. It doesn't matter what I call them, it matters more how I interact with them. I experienced a lot of things that I never experienced before, the complete freedom to make my my own mistakes, create my own personal triumphs, forge new (hopefully long - lasting) friendships. Life isn't always easy on campus, but it can always get better. If you ask me, any best friends yet? I'll say no, but good friends, a few. I won't mention any names,of course. I've developed a habit of not being too trusting of one person, so forgive me if I seem disloyal to anyone. If I were to completely trust one person, I know who, but again, no names. To the last group of the four mentioned above, I'm sure you can describe my suckitude in an entire novel, but hey, just so you know, life is a work in progress. We grow, we learn, we change. I'm sorry if I didn't change to exactly who you want me to be, or as fast as you would want me to change. I have but one thing to say to you, I don't need to prove anything to anyone, I just need to prove to myself that I am a better man today than I was yesterday. Let the journey begin.

New Post, New Thoughts, New Person

Well, I guess it's official now. I've started writing again. I don't know how, or why, but somehow I have this overwhelming need to write everything again. For starters, I didn't get to be a doctor, just like I've always wanted all this while. Instead, I got Chemical Engineering. To be honest, for the first few months when I first started, I couldn't see myself becoming a chemical engineer. I mean, to me, out of the four main subdivisions of engineering, chemical engineering seems to be the most foreign. Maybe it's just me, but when you ask someone what do they want to be, you'll hear the 'standard' answers of 'civil engineer', 'mechanical engineer', or 'electrical engineer'.

After almost a year of studying, I'm starting to believe that God put me on the right path after all. I'm starting to love it (gradually, of course), and to be honest, I don't think much of what I'll be in the future, at least not as much as I used to. I'll just let things go as He had planned it for me. Yes, I do have plans in the future, but I'm more focused on living in the present.