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donned the oh-so-professional glasses, makes me feel like a wrking executive.but tt's besides the pt. today's inspiration comes from a building where i spent a significant amt of time each week. n no, i m not referring to #11-1117.*laughs*topic of the day: campus life.to me, campus n sch are worlds apart. for one, campus has the impression (on me) as more vibrant (or at least they TRY to be) n they have LOADS more ppl.it's precisely the fact tt the no. of students are quite an amt tt it makes it intimidating when a shift from a sch to a campus has taken place. alone, or sometimes with a small grp of frens we move on with our life to pursue a higher form of education.at the same time, we also gain knowledge n insight to the political n complex world of grown ups.i realise it always happen when there is a gathering of a large group of people.people plot against people.mankind against fellow mankind.fathers against fellow fathers,sons against fellow sons.n the list goes.n hypocrites surfaced.fake smiles n the nots.*laughs*it's nt the least bit funny but rather ironical how i've attained serenity even in such a unfamiliar environment.SERENITY. a world where i once though only monks n nuns could ever achieve.SERENITY. achievable by someone as normal as me."do we really need hardcore social skills to b accepted by the environment... or shld i say fake smiles n fake socialising?"a fren once asked. my opinion? i supposed if u DO have the innate ability to get along with ppl den u r one lucky soul. most ppl like me, we don't. i too, have been through the "fake smiles n fake socialising" phase for awhile earlier on in my life. n aftwards, u look back n wonder what's worth rmbering.n now my new approach is nt to ACT like a "social butterfly" n b frenly to everyone. i decided tt frenships worth keeping will come to u naturally n thru this mth of selection, i've found the ability to clear the fog n c the true face behind.i've embarked on a journey not only to discover myself but also the "masked men" ard. revealing not only the ugly, but also the beautiful.n tt's life isn't it?emphasizing on the beauty n ignoring the hideous.how abt trying forgive n forget for a start?
♥ 2:39 PM