Lalala

Ok.. I've been thinking what I should actually post about. Poly has been sucking the life stock out of me so much so that I have rarely energy to observe my surroundings. But I think entering poly, has enlightened me to 1 fact: People change. New friends, new surroundings. More freedom to express themselves. Urgency to do well. Poly is major stage in the education system. Somehow, it is also a stage where sometimes the best and the worse of people seem to eek out of them. Many friends of whom I have known for sometime since primary school to secondary school. Many I have met again have greeted me the usual way: the handshake and a lil' catch up. Many on the other hand, seem to barely know me. Which makes me stop and think if I actually knew them. New friends would surely mean, to some people, a need to change to adapt into a new environment. A need to change one's behaviour and lifestyle and the way one talks. This is something that puts me off a little. Poly is somewhere we can finally express ourselves and act out our true personality. Not to change. I'm glad, and safe to say, I haven't changed 1 bit. I am exactly who I am. I have shown people what personality and character I have. I appreciate the freedom imposed on me. I'm a free man. People I know have struggled for this aspect and have changed a little.
Another thing that I have managed to squeeze out of my brain was that somehow, poly is a place where people have to take a step of faith and be courageous. CCAs have recently started and I myself was afraid I would be a loner and have no friends. Somehow, with a little aid, I have made a few more friends. Conversations sparked and the fire never went off. Some might say it is easy to meet new people. Like James for example, he can just go up to any guy and introduce himself and somehow, a conversation will spark off. Making new friends...never seemed easier!

Somehow, the way it all ended, the silence in between was utterly cold. It never started and it never ended. If you still do treat me as a ' very good friend ', please, tell me what you really felt.


·Peace™·
Cos' we need those guts of ours..