Second Thoughts! O.o

 I've been studying my course right now for almost two years, and yet, I am still not sure of it! I always feel out of placed standing in front of my classmates telling why the hell I'm in the course! Bachelor Of Science in Development Communication. Why am I there anyway? I'm not a creative dude trying to fix pictures or even trying to be a photographer at all.

 All I really wanted was to be a criminologist. A police. Or even a soldier. But my parents would not allow me. But they knew that to handle a gun is my passion. They knew i damn loved adventures. They even knew that justice is supposed to be my armor. But still, they didn't allow me because of some reasons. I envy those people at my age who are Criminology students, because I know no matter how complicated and difficult there tasks were, they'd still be able to enjoy their choice of course.

 Development Communication. There's one thing that i like about the course, and it is not merely about all those glamorous stuffs, but it's all about DEVELOPMENT itself. I wanna be an agent of change. And maybe, just maybe... that's the reason why i was in Devcom. Even though i just can't really understand the nature of the course no matter how i try... but still, i try and try and try! Maybe all i need is just a little love for the course,a and a little bit of determination. And for those people who cannot appreciate my worth being a Devcom student, maybe they just have to watch and learn how i play the game! I'll prove to them something that would make them believe that I can do better what they can.

** AGENT OF CHANGE.

Half Way...

 

     I'm always in the middle of thoughts where I'm standing still and weighing things right... It isn't easy where somehow in your journey you meet people in your past that reminds you of happy memories, and yet, you'll realize by the moment you look at that person straight from the heart that everything now was acting differently. Everything has already changed as time goes by. Everything was covered by a thick shadow of the past where all you can do is just to look back because all the happy memories has already ended. All my life, I wished for happiness. And yes, I'm happy. GOD didn't fail to grant that simple wish of mine. But somehow, i know... i surely know that there is something that's lacking within the richness of my happiness. And it is... being remembered by the people of my past which somehow became a part of my existence. Six days to go before my 18th birthday fall. I was thinking who to invite since I don't have 'close' friends in the university. I was thinking of my old friends way back in high school. I was thinking, 'what if..' I'll invite all of them. 'What if..' my 18th birthday would be so memorable because my friends made it so special. I missed my friends so much! I missed being with them... building goals and dreams together... sharing happy thoughts together... Now that I'm the middle of changed of mind, i realized how important friends are... I realized how they contributed much in my investments in life. They're like intestines in my stomach, without them, I ached a lot! (** friends, i missed you! )